lanton's year

Hi all I’m so sorry to have taken so long. I had almost given up ever writing this fic again till today. -sniff- I didn’t know it was so liked. From now on you review and ill write. I tried to make this chapter a bit longer then usual to make up for its delay but ill warn you my chapters are kept short for a reason. But I’m not telling you what it is yet. Enjoy.

Chapter 22

It took Ivaylo a half hour to catch up with the human hunters. He could tell instantly something wasn’t right about there smell. Almost as if not all of them were human, but rejected that idea. After all, what else would be hunting in human territories.

Beorn knew nothing of being stalked by the werewolf, and as they went was joking with the others about the half-breed. All were laughing at his jokes, except one. He had only joined the group and the village two days prior, which made Beorn suspicious.

There whole hunting party was not hunting for food but for some strange creature that started bringing death to their village the same day as this odd ball arrived. Beorn was naturally suspicious of the strange coincidence of the two events, but had been over ruled by the general population. That was strange as well, for this man, this Vlad Kettil was so different.

He was handsome, to be sure, but he had a darkness about him that made one think of evil creatures lurking near. His raven hair that was cropped short but at times you’d catch a glance at him when no one was looking and it was down to his waist. His complection was fair, though it was not an unhealthy color and his eyes were steel grey. He wore an old fashion black tunic with dark brown skin tight leather pants.

He was also very polite and genial with all those around him. He never swore or even raised his voice to other people. All in all, it was no wonder, to Beorn, that people would be more apt to trust him, but he would not fall victim as all the others had.

Beorn knew all he had to do was wait, and eventually Vlad would mess up and he would be there to kill him when he did. So for now, he would bide his time and wait, for the act of not fucking a half-breed was not enough to kill a man.

Meanwhile, Ivaylo kept hidden, but with the humans, for fifteen minutes, till they broke out into a small clearing. Then he attacked, and captured all but the leader in under two minutes. Angry that the one, with the most scent of Lanton had escaped, he decided to hunt him down later and concentrate on the humans he had.

During the attack, Vlad allowed himself to be captured knowing better then to try to escape an angry werewolf, plus the fact he knew this particular one gave him reason to stay, at least for the moment.

Ivaylo circled his captives trying to decide what would be best to do with them. He was furious they had dared to even touch his pack member, and he wanted them to suffer greatly for the suffering they caused. He chose the ugly fat smelly one to kill first and changed into his humanoid form, “Well aren’t you disgusting.”

That said he thrust his clawed hand into the fat bastard’s belly and began pulling out his intestines, “yes, quite disgusting I normally wouldn’t even touch you for fear of not being able to rid myself of your hideous stench, but alas, you have harmed someone in my pack and now I must kill you and I cant do that properly without touching you.” Winds his intestines loosely around his throat and proceeds to shove the intestines down his throat gagging and choking the man to death, before throwing the grotesque body away from him.

He turned then to a handsome man and sniffed catching more blood on him then anything else, and he had none around his cock, “You are fortunate enough to not have penetrated my pack member your death will be quick.” That said, he punched a hole in the mans sternum and ripped out his beating heart. True to his word the man died moments later. Then with a smirk on his face he turned to the third one as he ate the human heart gleefully.

“You are disgusting, you look as if you’ve just been revived after being dead and buried a few months! How dare you force Lanton to have sex with you! You will die in the worst way I can think of, that said, he ripped the mans pants off, tied a tough vine around the mans cock and balls, and tied the vine to a tree forcing the man to hang from his extremities till the weight of his body tore off his penis and testicles leaving them to hang above his bleeding body that would soon be dead.

Ivaylo closed his eyes relishing in the almost inhuman screams of torture till they faded away and the last man spoke up.

“I know your angry, Ivaylo, but I think you went too far with that last one. And such a shame the loss of a good meal,” Vlad stated coldly.

Ivaylo turned to look at this last man smelling nothing of Lanton on him and surprised by the strangers familiarity. “Have we met and I just don’t remember?”

The vampire shakes his head, “No, we have never met I’ve not been so bold as to disturb you but I find it a fun hobby to stalk you and watch you sleep. You may call me Vlad you’ll see me again soon.” with those parting words Vlad takes off into the shadows of the canopy above and disappears.

Ivaylo watches the place he last saw the vampire before shaking his head and getting back to the important job at hand, finding those herbs for Lanton.

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Well another chapter for you all. And I’d like to thank my readers and reviewers for encouraging me to continue writing. Till next time.