Fracture crossed his arms and stared down at the human, “Hello.”
Sylvester gaped at the huge Vampire standing before him, and once he got over the initial shock, he ran to his wall of tools and grabbed a large blade. He aimed quickly and threw the knife at Fracture, but the Storm caught it just before it stabbed into his heart. Fracture held up his hand and dropped the knife to the floor, the gash on his hand healing as he did so.
Fracture looked at the human and saw the fear in his eyes, “Oh my god...” Sylvester took up his shotgun and fired it several times.
There was a blur where Fracture had been standing, and when the human stopped firing his weapon, he looked around, thinking he had scared it off.
“Think again.”
Sylvester looked up to where the voice had come from and in the darkness of the basement, the only thing he saw were two glowing gray dots. There was a loud growl and Fracture leapt down onto the human, tearing open an artery in his arm while swatting the gun out of his hands.
Blood streaming onto the floor, Sylvester screamed and reeled backwards until he was almost touching the wall. He held his arm and stared ahead, terrified.
Fracture sent a gust of wind toward the human, forcing him against the wall.
Right into the metal spikes placed there for torture.
There was a squelch and Sylvester was impaled in his arms, his legs, his torso and his neck by the spikes. Fracture approached the dying human and cracked his ribcage open, the sound of ripping flesh and breaking bones pleasing Fracture in his angered state. There was a spike in Sylvester's chest, but it had just missed the heart, so Fracture grabbed it and yanked the organ out of its place to hold up for the human to see. Sylvester died while watching his own heart cease to beat.
Fracture looked at the motionless organ and smelled the adrenaline in the blood. He bit into the heart like an apple and sucked each piece dry of blood as he went up a flight of stairs to get outside.
The other fanatic, Ava, was running away, obviously. She had gotten quite a ways, but it was no difficult task for Fracture to catch up to her. He casually ran beside her as she screamed and sped up in a desperate attempt to put space between them. Fracture simply matched her speed and continued to run beside her.
As she ran in circles trying to get away from him, he searched her mind for any other locations where they may have prisoners or have gatherings of fanatics. All he found out was that she and Sylvester were siblings and she only knew what her brother told her. She was useless.
Calling on his abilities, Fracture struck the woman with lightning several times, the light reflecting in his eyes. He approached the body and spat on it with disgust. He stepped on the woman's throat and crushed her windpipe under his boot. Fracture picked up the body and carried it back to the building he had just left, where he peeled the other human off the wall where he had left him. Then he went back outside via the stairs in the basement and put the bodies in a pile on the porch.
Walking through the front door into the kitchen, he called out, “Blade? Where are- Oh.” In the corner of the kitchen he saw his friend feeding on the other human. There was a pool of blood around her and her skin had scale over completely, the red plates coming out of her skin and through her clothing to lay flat atop her form as she drank. Her hair had gone red, as well, but whether that was from the blood or her emotions was unclear.
Blade's back rose up and down with every pull she took at the vein of her victim and Fracture knew better than to interrupt that female while she was feeding.
After a couple minutes she raised he head to the ceiling and hissed slightly as her skin went back to normal and her hair turned back to its usual black. Blade got up and slung the human over her shoulder then turned around, her eyes sparking a little from her recent feeding.
“How often do you drink Death Blood?”
“Often.” She walked out the door and waited for him to follow her.
He went outside and picked up the two bodies he had left on the porch, then stood beside her, “We have to come back for Pisces.”
“Who?”
“The humans had a prisoner in their basement. A female. She's pregnant.”
Blade's brow furrowed, “Has she turned?”
Fracture nodded grimly, “I want to try to save the child.”
His friend placed a sympathetic hand on his shoulder, “Of course, Fracture, but we will do that in a moment, we must first dispose of these bodies.”
Blade and the body she carried became smoke and soared back to Strath, followed by Fracture and the corpses he shouldered in the form of a little cloud.
The two Elite members put the three bodies in a pile back at Strath on Forbidden Plateau and Blade cut her signature B into the neck of the one she had killed, as she always did. Fracture and his friend then went back to the basement of the fanatic's base to stand outside the room where the female was being held.
Blade spoke to her first, “Pisces, we're here to help your baby.”
The female looked up briefly and hissed, then went back to chewing her hand off.
B looked to Fracture and she saw the pain in his eyes. He was evidently already feeling the strain of his mate's pregnancy and he was hypersensitive to this situation. Blade went over to stand beside the Regue and motioned for her friend to come over, “We can't do anything for her, but we can try to save the child.”
He nodded, then looked to her sadly, “You know there's no way I can do it. You will have to do the operation.”
“Alright. You should go into her mind, make sure she can't feel anything, but keep her heart beating.” She paused, “Don't open your eyes.”
Fracture understood that his friend was trying to keep him sane, so he stood at the top of the female's table and concentrated on not letting her feel pain. Since he was not an Illusion, it was difficult for him to do this, but he couldn't bear to hear the screams if he didn't at least try. All Nex have the ability to use their minds for communication and a little control over other's bodies and feelings, but to do so for an extended period of time is strenuous. Fracture closed his eyes tightly and thought only of the task at hand.
He didn't think about what would happen if something went wrong with his young. Or if the humans got their hands on his mate. What if Ciamer ended up like this? What if she died and he turned? Or vise versa? What could he possibly do to prevent the worst from befalling them?! He was just one Vampire! Against a world of possibilities for problems and wrongdoings! Could he even go on if-
“Fracture!”
He opened his eyes in surprise, but instantly regretted it.
Blood was everywhere.
Blade's eyes were glowing a little, probably because she was stressed, and he could see a tiny foot, with little bitty toes, sticking out of the great mess. He closed his eyes again, but the image stuck with him, “What?”
“You need to calm down, her heart it beating too fast, and the baby isn't out yet. Slow her heart down!”
He tried to think of something peaceful, but he couldn't get the bloody image out of his mind. What if Ciamer died? What would he do then? What could he-
“Fracture! Think of how much fun you'll have teaching your young how to walk... Think about the little hands grasping at your fingers when you tuck them into bed... What color will their hair be? Imagine the adorable smile on the little face when you come home... What book will be their favorite? Okay... That's good, Frac. Keep thinking those thoughts.”
After a few more minutes, Blade told him he could let the female go. He reluctantly ceased to help her heart beat and he stepped back from the table, his eyes still closed.
About five minutes later, Fracture heard a cry go out and he opened his eyes again.
Blade had burned Pisces' body and swept the ashes into the corner. In her arms was a baby boy with bright glowing white eyes. Fracture was taken by the little Nex and he stepped forward to slip his finger into the little hand outstretched towards him. Fracture concentrated for a brief moment and the young calmed down.
“He is a Wisp.”
“I can see that.” Fracture smiled, “Who should take him in?”
Blade rocked the child slowly, “Well we should try to find his family. If we can't then someone back at Strath will have to take care of him.”
Fracture nodded, “Alright. Well, should we leave now?”
Blade gave him the child and he easily held the young carefully in his strong arms. They walked out of the house and Blade raised her hands toward the building. In seconds it was set ablaze and after only ten minutes, there was nothing left but ashes, which Fracture blew away with a gust of wind. He stopped the wind when he saw a flash of gold in the air. Fracture put out his hand and guided the source of it into his palm.
It was a necklace.
The thin gold chain had a fine clasp at the back and the pendant was, also gold, was made of two names in the Nex ancient script reading vertically from top to bottom beside each other.
Pisces and Ledon.
The young's parents.
Fracture put the necklace around the small boy's neck and rose into the air to fly back to Strath. Blade had simply flared there, but Frac had to fly, because he didn't want to harm the child.
Looking into the white glowing eyes, which he knew would stop glowing in a day, Fracture wondered what this little one's future held.