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There she lay in her red silk dress, hand cuffed to a bed her wrists bleeding, her arms bruised from her attackers, her rapist’s punches. She heard her phone ringing through the sound of her tears. Her name is Janine and she is blinded by the pain, her blood, her crimson red blood flowing from the two holes in her neck, the white silk sheets stained red from her blood. She flinched as the great big old doors opened. Other than the king size four-poster bed in the middle of the room was a painting. On the painting, a young man stood with long black hair, dressed in a grey suite with a white shirt on. That very man walked through the doors with a cup of blood.
“The pain,” he spoke “the pain that you feel is natural, you’re dieing slowly, you are becoming one of us, the only problem “he said as he walked over to stand beside the bed “if I let you turn you will become a hybrid” he paused to take a sip on his drink. Janine screamed, he pounced on her and covered her mouth with his hand “shhhh” he whispered in her ear “don’t be afraid, I can’t let you free because of the lycin blood from your fathers side, that is what is turning you into a hybrid and the other would kill you.”
Janine whispered “let me free please my…my boyfriend is one of you.” She looked up from her beautiful bright blue eyes into his dark evil acid green eyes “he will look after me and make sure that I don’t do anything that would affect the bloodlines.”
While all this was going on Vincent walked down the old cobbled road of Roberto’s Avenue at the end of this avenue, the five foot six Vincent with long blonde hair, down to his shoulders, with his blue eyes, his pale face with his pure red lips and his perfectly straight and perfectly white teeth, his fangs just visible because the hold his lips slightly open, he is wearing black size eight boots, a black tank top, a black pair of combat trousers and a black belt. Vincent is also wearing a long leather coat with a logo on the back; it is the Damned logo, which is his covenants logo. He stopped at a solid metal gate, which is unclimbable because of the electric current. Vincent walked slowly through the gates.
“VINCENT!!” said a sharp but gentle voice from over his right shoulder “VINCENT WAIT UP!!” it was his younger brother Spike.
He looked over to see his five foot four brother, who has short jet black hair, which is spiked up at the top and flat at the back and sides hair is very short about a quarter of an inch long, he has jet black evil looking eyebrows. His eyes are bright baby blue, his blue eyes are the only thing he and his brother have in common, it is said to be from their dead mothers side of the family, his nose is small and buttony, his lips are pale almost white but with a hint of red. He is wearing an army tank top that shows of his muscular build, his British are exposed for all to see, he has army combat trouser on with a black webbing belt on. He has his pockets full of spare clips or the m-16 assault riffle he is holding in his right hand. Which has a name tattooed on in old English writing. It says Janine. He looked at Vincent; he looks into Vincent’s eyes “Bro.” He then stared at his freshly polished steel toe capped boots. “Janine’s up there Vincent. She’s in pain, I…I can feel it!” said Spike’s hollow dying voice. “I’ll find out what I can. She’s a human is she not?” Vincent said as he faced Spike “and why are you on guard duty?”
“She is human.” Said Spike as he looked up and looked at Vincent, his eyes still with a painful look. “And I’m on duty because of all my S.W.A.T. team!”
“So it’s the Damned Special Weapons and Tactics units which are out, that means we are expecting an attack. So our father is sending out the best of the best!” said Vincent then he turned around and walked back to the mansion. As Vincent wandered up to the mansion it started to rain. He shouted back to Spike. “You have a dilemma, do you do your duty, or do you save you love. Make you choice!”
Spike went back to his post as soon as he heard the alarms go off. As soon as that happened the Damned S.W.A.T. team, all six members, sunk into the shadows. Another four S.W.A.T. teams were deployed. The Alpha team. A team of six female vampires, trained in the black art of assassination. The Bravo team which is a team of six male vampires, who specialise in heavy machine gunning. The Charlie team, which has three male and three female vampires, who work with the Delta team also a mixed team with lightweight assault methods.
The Alpha team sat on the main part of the black tiled roof of the mansion with their PSG-1 sniper rifles. The team leader, Cassi, is five foot three, she has shoulder length, black hair, no one has ever seen her eyes due to her always wearing black sunglasses. She has a black combat shirt on along with black combat trousers and boots; she also has black, full-fingered gloves. She pulled out a two-way radio. “Alpha one to Damned one, what’s your status?” As she waited for an answer she saw what the trouble was a group of twenty people armed with AK-474’s reinforced by thirty soldiers with XM-8 light weight assault rifles and one Mammoth tank which is a tank with four turrets on it and is huge in size. She heard the radio.
“This is Damned one, Spike speaking, we got major problems. The Bastards have a tank!” Spoken in anger over the radio by Spike.
“Calm down, calm it, its okay, if you lose it!” she paused “We will all be fucked!” Cassi decided to be calm and collective. “I’ll tell you what you have three minutes. GO, GO, GO!” She shouted down the radio and she watched as Spike ran at the vampiric speeds to the mansion. He got about halfway there when the hostiles opened fire on the cities only guardians.
Everything seemed to be going in slow motion as rounds from the XM-8’s and the slightly bigger M-16 rounds whizzed by his ears. One round skimmed his right shoulder, cutting him but he just kept on running.
He kicked the solid metal doors, which are more than six times Spike’s size and weight. The door came right off it’s hinges and landed right in the middle of the foyer. Just as that happened he heard it. He heard Janine scream. Something possessed him. He was taken over by rage. By hatred. He knew she was in Jack’s room. That dull empty room with a four poster bed and a painting. This time he moved faster than any vampire had ever ran before. He got to the room. “Jack you Bastard!…I’ll kill you!” as he punched the door of its hinges with his left hand, holding the M-16 in his right hand with it pointing to the roof. “Let her go or I will kill you!” said Spike in anger.
“Oh, Spike, nice to see you not being a guard dog for once.” Said Jack as he laughed looking at Janine. “I’ll let her go when she is dead!” as he laughed, a Spike who was still standing in the doorway which is facing the main door in the foyer. Just as dark as night itself. Spike quickly grabbed the barrel of his rifle with both his hands and swung the butt of the rifle at Jack flooring him to Jack’s surprise.
Spike then pointed the M-16 at him ready to pull the trigger. Spike started to laugh.
“They think it’s all over!” said Spike as he pulled the trigger. “It is now!” Spike walked over to Janine only to find out she was already dead due to blood loss.
