ATTACK 2

Chapter 5

Hours passed and the carriage had come to a halt.

Beatrice coughed.

She had been awake for the past two hours but she could not move her legs due to the pain she'd experienced.

Crawling close to her sister, she touched her cheek and caressed her face.

"Dear sister, wake up now, or else this sister of yours will leave you here." She mumbled, close to her ears and Mel frowned as if upset in her dream.

Taking her small finger into her mouth, Mel nipped on the flesh, her fangs sinking into Beatrice's small finger.

Beatrice's eyes widened and she tried to pull away but her sister had taken her hand into her mouth and in-between her fangs.

"Grilled meat." She chewed on the finger, not so hard and not so gentle too.

"Aye sister dear, this is Beatrice, not some grilled meat." Beatrice went down to bit her sister on the hand too.

"Ahhh." Mel cried out, standing up in a swift move that her head came in contact with Beatrice's nose.

"Ahhh." Beatrice shook her head.

"Why did you do that, your fangs are sharper than a two-edged sword." Mel cried.

"Turns out my sister was not asleep after all, my bad." Beatrice gave a sweet smile after sitting up.

"Where are we? And who the heck were those people?" Mel asked, scratching her hair.

"Vampires, witches, rouged wolves, and humans." Beatrice sniffed and smiled again.

"Wait, I've never heard vampires, witches, rouged wolves talk more of humans working together. How interesting." Mel shook her head and sighed.

"Someone's coming," Beatrice whispered.

The footsteps of huge feet seem to be walking toward the carriage.

Alas, the door opened, showing a huge macho Man with a fiery look on his face.

"What do we have here? A Cold-blooded Vampire and a normal one. How much will you give them to me Sadiah?" He asked the other man that had walked to the carriage.

"Fifty pieces of silver."

"Done, transfer them to the prison." The Macho Man said.

Beatrice's eyes snapped open, and she hissed.

The pain was there but was not much like before and looking at the men in front of her, she was sure she could take them on.

"Excuse me Mr, it is not right to knock a girl out and drop her in a prison," Beatrice said, holding the wood so she would stand.

The two men turned to watch the girl that was fast asleep a few minutes ago, and their jaws dropped.

"Hmm." The man hummed, taking a step back.

A cold-blooded vampire was said to be the deadliest creature of the night.

"Sister dear, if you don't wake up now I'm not sure I'll be able to take them on." Beatrice chuckled the words out.

Mel stood up as well, her dress sweeping the dirty carriage they had dumped them in.

"How rude to place Ladies of the Elites in a dirty carriage," Beatrice mumbled, cleaning her dress with her dirty hands hereby making the dress get dirtier.

"You mean fallen Elites." Mel countered.

Before the men in front of them could blink their eyes, they were thrown off the ground with their eyes wide open.

Beatrice clapped her hands, as she turned to her sister that had her jaw dropped.

"You were ill."

"I am healed." Beatrice gave her a warm smile, as she helped her down the carriage.

"Aye men of influence, please just let these maidens leave and we will see to it that no joint is out of your body," Beatrice said.

The men that were ready to fight, dropped their defense as they made way for the women to pass.

Having lived in lands where death was something called a tradition and custom, no one was ready to die for a little cause.

Thirty minutes passed, and the ladies were on the road.

Their exquisite dress that screamed of wealth were dirty with mud and sand.

Quite soon enough, a carriage could be seen riding on the very road they stood.

The carriage stopped and a woman's head popped out of the carriage.

"Milady, could you help this maiden of yours take a ride in your carriage?" Beatrice asked, and the woman smiled.

"I almost thought that you were runaway slaves but you're a cold-blooded vampire." The woman said, and Beatrice nodded, along with Mel.

Getting into the carriage, Beatrice blinked at the woman that seems familiar.

"Pardon me Milady, have we met before?" She asked, and the woman nodded.

"At the Lady Yuan's tea party. I am Lady Hebert." The woman answered, smiling as her fangs came to view.

"You have a sharp fang," Beatrice commented.

"Yours is sharper than mine Lady Beatrice, please don't flatter me."

"Aye Milady, it is only the truth I speak, unlike many wolves, I have seen, yours is beautiful and sharp," Beatrice said again and the woman smiled.

"I am headed for the Lord's Mansion, where are you headed?" Lady Hebert asked, to see the girl's eyes widen.

"Ha Milady, we will stop at the front before the village market." Beatrice was the first to speak as she glared at her sister to keep quiet.

"Tch, so boring." Mel shook her head, as she watched the trees and few people that could be seen on the road.

"They will be a banquet at the Lord's Mansion Lady Beatrice, you are invited along with Lady Mel." Lady Herbert said, which got the two ladies nodding their heads.

The drive came to an end and both Beatrice and Mel came down the carriage and waved.

"That was quite a ride," Beatrice said with a smile.

"For a fallen Elite as your self dear sister, how did you enjoy it?" Mel asked, and Beatrice laughed.

"I smell jealousy."

"Ha, it's going to get dark soon. We should go look for Grandpa Pablo."

And alas the two ladies walked to the village, laughing and chattering while looking for their old man.

TBC