Chapter 2

Episode 2

The four doors of the Benz car opened up. Four men clad in suit came out, all staring at the back seat of the vintage car, where Sarah sat down.

"Whatsup dogs!" James grinned, wearing a pair of black gloves. "I wouldn't want to stain my hands with ur blood. About we get this over with!"

They all growled, their eyes flashing a tint of green color.

"Omegas! Pathetic!" James laughed, noticing the change in eye color. 

"You guys, get the girl. While i take care of this!" The one in the middle ordered, while looking disdainfully at James. 

All three nodded. A crashing sound was heard next, as Zeke slammed the head of the first guy that attempted to rip out the car door, where Sarah was, unto the car window. Sarah screamed and jerked towards the other side out of extreme fear. 

"Oh my bad!" Zeke apologized with a warm smile. He then hurled the body of the guy in his grasp against the other two. The latter catching him with ease. They turned his body around and noticed a hole in his left side of his chest. 

"Looking for this?" Zeke asked with an innocent look, as he held the slow beating heart in his palms, before squashing it. 

"Oh gosh! I should have worn gloves like James!" Zeke mumbled, with an irritated facial expression. 

The remaining two, growled angrily seeing thier comrade dead. Both hands transformed into claws. It was still day break, and they were just omegas, they couldn't transform into a full werewolf without the aid of the full moon. 

"This just gets more good." Zeke muttered, licking his lips seductively, before sprinting towards the two......

"You really thought you could take me all by yourself." James laughed hysterically, exposing his perfect set of white teeth. "Seems you are new in whatever pack or family that sent you."

"Who are you?" He snarled, the werewolf guy's body, slowly ripping out. His shirts tearing off his muscular body. 

"Interesting, as an omega, u could enlarge ur body size at will without the need of a full moon and also with out entering the werewolf build." James commended. 

"I will rip you into pieces!" The opponent growled, exposing his long canines. Also ripping out the remains of the suit and white shirt left on his body, with his muscular hands. 

"Such a bright talent. Well I guess the good die Young." James joked, his eye color taking a deeper red. "Let's dance dog!" 

The man's ripped body was gone in a blink of an eye, and the next thing Sarah saw, whilst observing the fight from inside of the car was James bending low, dodging the punch from the man. Her eyes widened and mouth opened up. What in the world was she watching. How did he move so fast, beyond the limit of human sight, and how did James see it coming and was able to dodge the attack. The werewolf man threw an upper kick. James evaded the attack once again, before yawning like he was bored. The former kept throwing attacks from all angles, moving at an incredible speed, all his attacks backed with full strength, but yet James evaded and blocked them all, like they were nothing. All this infuriated the werewolf man more. Slowly he started getting tired and wearing out, most of his attacks got slower, and his concentration was wavering as his mind was clouded with anger. 

"He still loves to play with his opponents." Zeke said, as he brought his lips closer to the ears of Sarah, the latter jerked backwards out of fright.

"What the fuck is wrong with you all!!" She yelled, holding her chest. 

"Oops!" Zeke laughed, bringing his head out of the car, and walked past the dead bodies of the werewolf guys he killed not long ago. He walked towards the other side of the vehicle and rested his back on it, both legs crossed, same for his arms. 

"Is this all you got!" James taunted, evading another lacklustre attack from him. 

The werewolf guy jumped up and slammed both legs against James's chest. 

"Oh no! You don't get to stain my suit!" James said, crossing both arms of his and blocked the attack from reaching his chest. But the force behind the attack pushed him off balance, and his body hurled and slammed into the vintage vehicle. The vehicle shifted sideways, and rolled onto the ground upside down. 

Fortunately Zeke saw it on time, and was able to pull out Sarah, through the window, and both evaded the attack. Sarah laid there in Zeke's grip, as she panted heavily. One thing she was watching the fight, and the next thing, she felt her body changing position, and now she was being held by Zeke. 

"Who are you guys?" Sarah, asked still panting.

"Oh we!" Zeke laughed. "We are the good guys here." 

"The question should be 'What are we?'" Zeke smirked. Sarah felt shivers run down her spine hearing that.

James slowly walked out of the dented upside down vehicle, his suit stained and torn. 

"You just had to, ugh?!" James said. "This was my favorite collection. Bought it at a very expensive price in 1901. You just had to ruin it!"

"He is so dead!" Zeke mumbled. 

"Ugh why?" Sarah asked, confused.

"James doesn't play with his suits. And also the vintage car is ruined too. That was the last one available. Ford doesn't make any of those again." 

"Are you guys really from the Ragon family?" Sarah asked. 

With all these happening, she didn't even know if she was in the hands of the good guys. And also why was she being targeted. And all she believed in to be fairy tales, myths, fantasies,, all was just displayed to her in right in front of her eyes. REALITY! 

Like Werewolves fucking exist!!

"Are you guys vampires?" Sarah gulped. If they were, she believed not to be in safe hands. Most stories projected about them were bad, them being night demons! Blood suckers! Terrible creatures, not to relate with. Well all in novels she had read.

"Of course not! Don't compare us to those graceless creatures!" James answered, as he appeared in front of them. His whole face and body stained with black blood. Most especially his white shirt drenched in it. 

"Weren't you just...." Sarah stopped. Looking behind, she sighted a disfigured body laying down on the ground, with black blood pooling under it. The body was ripped, limb by limb, with the head twisted sideways, the neck looking like a mishandled spring. 

"How did you...?" She mumbled, stepping backwards. 

James snapped his fingers, and all bodies of the men engulfed in flames, and burnt into ashes. Same for the vintage car. 

"We are demons dear. And those flames you saw, are the flames of HELL!" James said into Sarah's ear, appearing behind her, like he teleported, but no he didn't. it was just pure speed, a fast pace. He trailed his fingers down her neck. "And you are a Dhampir!"....

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To be continued.