Bloody Memory

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This chapter maybe the longest one I've ever written...
I wrote it in quick pace, I surprised myself.
This one is full of action, so please spare me for not writing it in more dramatic way :(
Warning : a bit cussing here and there.

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A bit information :
Scarlet -- 18, crimson eyes and hair, vampire
Arthur Wilkins -- 33, blue-gray eyes, dark-blonde hair, human, caucasian
Sarah Stoke -- 27, honey-brown eyes, chestnut hair, human, mestizo-caucasian
Tyler Johnson -- 30, deep-brown eyes, jet-black hair, human, negro
Allan Barrymore -- 29, pale-green eyes, pale-blonde hair, human, caucasian
Jamie Ainsworth -- 11, chocolate-doe eyes, light-brown hair, human, caucasian
Opal -- ??, silver-mixed colors eyes, silver-white hair, vampire
Richard Callahan -- 46, pale-blue eyes, pale-blonde hair, human, caucasian

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"--" means direct conversation in humans tongue
"~--~" means direct conversation in vampires tongue
{--} means mental conversation
[--] means telephone calls

For thoughts or mind self-conversation, I don't give any difference from usual sentences. Just read and distinguish it by yourself, 'kay?

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Chapter Seven

On the outside, twenty men garbed in black and wore tactical vest with complete armory were surrounding the house, sixteen feet away, and waiting for their order; to attack their targets resided within it. Their main order was to ‘wipe’ off all the occupants of Ainsworths residence, including the cops guarding them. Now, behind the bushes, they were waiting…
Opal had flexed Ariadne straight to her full length; the yari’s blade gleaming coldly, her opal stone sparkling under the moonlight. He gripped her using both his hands, steadying his stance. He knew that Scarlet knew their coming.
He stealthily walked towards Kenneth Randall, commander of the team and whispered, “Prepare your men for any heart attack, Commander Randall.”
The blonde commander eyed him suspiciously. “What do you mean?”
He chuckled coolly. “Well, I think I want to ‘release’ my blade to her real form. You’ve already known what’s the meaning though.”
He frowned and then grimaced. “Mr. Callahan had told me about that. I always wait for the performance.”
Opal smiled slyly and stretched his arms, holding Ariadne horizontally in front of his chest. He walked a few steps forward until he stood on the opening, and whispered in his royal tongue, in old Symbion vampiric language, “~I command you, o spirit of the silver hippogriff, Ariadne… Release your seal and awake!~”
With not-so-loud explosive sound and thin foggy smoke lingering her, the yari ‘melted’ (that was the fact she was looked like from the men’s amazed sights), disappeared, and behind the fog’s curtain, a thirteen-and-half-foot-height hippogriff – mythological creature that has head of an eagle, body of a horse, tail of a lion, and a pair of wings – standing; she was covered by thick silver fur from head to toe, even her wings too; her eyes were silvery and multi-colored hue, same like her lord’s; her graceful beak was silvery golden in color, and her claws were in same colors. She clamped her beak in graceful and calm manner, and looked down to her lord. Everyone stared in amazement and awe at the spirit blade.
Crouching and bowing deeply to her lord, she talked in deep, calm yet cold feminine voice, “~What’s your order, Milord?~”
Opal smiled affectionately, which rarely seen on his person, and stroked Ariadne’s neck fur gently. “~Not yet, my dear Servant. When the time comes, you’ll be there. Navalm will potentially be your opponent.~”
Ariadne tilted her beautiful head, somewhat mockingly, and replied coolly, “~That bitch-fox. Long time since I fought her, do you remember, Milord?~”
Opal smirked ear-to-ear. “~Off course I remember, Ariadne. That was one ROUGH battle you had with her, didn’t you? Even though the winner hadn’t been decided yet. The battle was interrupted that time.~”
Ariadne nodded gracefully and somehow her eyes seemed sparkling with mischievous and slyly glint. “~I will win this time, Milord, please believe me. I will surely crush her.~”
“~Yes, and I will kill her lord.~” Opal stroked her again lovingly. “~Prepare yourself, Ariadne. We will attack …now.~”
His blade spirit clutched gently and slightly at her lord’ shoulders with her beak and simply retorted, “~As you wish, Milord.~”
And with those words, the attack began.

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“They’re coming!” Scarlet shouted.
He had released the shackle and leathers garb from Navalm, revealing the massive blade, which made the others, save Arthur and eventually, Jamie; who had seen her before; gaped in awe and shock due to the size and possible weight of the weapon.
Navalm was forged as a nagamaki, long handled massive blade from Far East, Japan. Her sheath was made from metal, black and red in color; her handle was wrapped by black leather grips; her hilt had an ornate decoration and was dark red in color, made from solid metal. Scarlet unsheathed her, revealing her reddish silvery blade, shining brilliantly under the light. The tip and cutting side were looked so flawlessly sharp. The blade herself had resemblance with a katana, with slightly longer and thicker blade.
Clutching Navalm tightly using both his hands, Scarlet rushed towards kitchen backdoor. He had had both his black booths and his cloak on, pale beige in color.
Arthur yelled to him. “Scarlet! What are you doing?! Come back here!”
“I will try to reduce the amount of attackers from back way! Stay away from windows! As for Opal… he’s mine!!” With those words, he leapt and vanished through the kitchen. Everyone gasped and held their breaths when they suddenly heard shrieks and painful screams filling the yards.
“Hell!” Arthur scratched his head, frustrated. “He maybe ignored my warning for not killing, or I have to say, SLAUGHTERING all the intruders outside!”
“God, Cap’n… is he really going to make a …massacre out there?!” Allan gasped, shocked.
“He had done it before.” Arthur said grimly. “He is an assassin after all.”
“Assassin…” Jamie trailed off. “Did he really do …that kind of massacre?”
Arthur stared at him; his eyes darkened. He kept silent for a moment before looked away and simply stated, “This isn’t the right time to talk about that. We have to get prepared and keep our shield on.” Everyone nodded in unison hearing his statements.
Suddenly a blaze flashed from outside, followed by another round of shrieks, screams, and banging of guns. Arthur quickly peeked outside from the window and gasped, shocked.
“Fu— hell!! At last! He released her!!” He yelled exasperatedly.
“What-- I mean, who has been released, Cap’n?”
Arthur sighed heavily. “Navalm.”
“The blade?!!”
“I’ve told you, that Symbion vampires are born with their blade spirits along, and they are forged into weapons when they have manifested themselves… that means they have true forms. Releasing means their true forms are unleashed! Shit, I remembered he said that bastard Opal guy has released his own blade spirit. It means clash, no… WAR between two blade spirits, and believes me, it will gonna be …disastrous!”
Everyone was gawking, clearly jaw dropped.

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Navalm stood on her four, as she was a fox; nine tailed fire fox for exactly. She gracefully lowered her head, observed the opponent in front of her. Her fur was fiery red, slightly longer and golden red colored on her tails and ankles. Her eyes were bright red, shining viciously. She growled lowly in guttural manner, warning her foe. Flash of thin flame lingered around her body, acting as curtains of fire barrier. She was on her attack mode.
Scarlet calmly stood beside his blade spirit, stroking her neck fur slowly. He scrutinized the older vampire. Opal had regained his vampiric form; his fangs and claws were growing longer and sharper; his eyes’ slits narrowed like cat’; his ears’ tips grew pointy. Opal stared back at him with somewhat hungry look.
“You’ve done good job right there, kid, by slaying all those good men. Now, I’m all alone, no, but with some …filthy trashes left…” he waved his hand nonchalantly, gestured towards the band of armed men left. They consisted of three men, include Commander Randall, and they cowered behind Ariadne and Opal. Their expressions were purely frightened. Scarlet felt an urge to laugh out loud looking at their cowardice.
“I did that not for humoring you.” He stated plainly.
Opal chuckled sarcastically. “Off course you did not. They had just deserved that miserable fate. They were just trashes any way.”
“No one deserves any kind of that fate, Opal, not even them.”
“But you still did kill them.”
Scarlet went silent.
“Can’t retort, do you? You know, kid… I think you’re just a hypocrite. You talk all-high-and-mighty, but you do opposite things. You say that no one deserves that pathetic way of death, but you kill people nonetheless. What a hypocrite you are!” Opal laughed slyly.
“…Maybe I am a hypocrite. But you’re not different from me.”
“Ha! But I don’t talk much rubbish of justice and virtue from the beginning! I am who I am right now. I despise humans, I kill them, and I don’t feel pity for them.” Opal snorted, clearly feeling disgusted.
“Those simple things like pity and affection for humankind don’t exist in my mind for the first time. Any way, they’re just cattle for us, food, meal, blood supply… whatever, but same level creatures like us. They’re lowliest, filthiest creatures they even don’t deserve respect! But I think hypocrite like you can’t understand those… you’re just same like them, trash!”
Scarlet still kept silent. Navalm growled in anger for Opal’s insults, but the crimson haired vampire somehow managed to keep calm and hold her back.
“…Finished already? I don’t know that you’re such a chatterbox, Opal.”
“Humph! Well, you say that! Enough chit chats! Let’s settle this, now and forever!” the silver vampire suddenly rushed forward and planned to dig his claws through Scarlet’s chest.
Scarlet grunted and dodged the assault, only to get a scratch along his front cloak. He stepped back and realized that Ariadne had barely leapt to attack him and Navalm alongside her lord. He gestured Navalm to face Ariadne while he himself took over Opal.
She spread her wings widely and tried to attack Navalm with her claws and beak. Navalm dodged by leaping herself backward; keen threatening growling could be heard from her throat. She bared her fangs and took her assault forward, wagging three of her fire tails towards Ariadne. The tails made some fire rings which quickly flying towards the hippogriff, trying to capture her. Ariadne stopped them mid-air with her psychic ability, only to send them back to their owner. Navalm whacked the rings with her remaining tails; the rings flew everywhere and burned down everything they had been landed on. One of the rings accidentally fell upon the side of the Ainsworth’s roof, and successfully ruined it.
“~Navalm! Watch your missiles! We don’t want to kill innocents, including the ones we have to protect!~” Scarlet yelled, warning his spirit.
Navalm whined her apology and leapt backward to extinguish the fire still burning the ruined roof. She didn’t pay attention toward Ariadne which had followed her along way and, had successfully landed her claws upon her back while the fox was busy with the fire.
Startled, Navalm howled painfully when she felt sharp claw dug deep on her back; blood gushing from her wound. She didn’t mind herself to be hurt but she thought about her lord. They shared same souls, sometimes same thoughts and feelings, and eventually same body, for being born along together. She turned her eyes to her lord and shrieked when she saw her lord fell to his knees while clutching his bloodied cloak. His back now wounded on the same spot with Navalm’s previous one.
“~MILORD!!~”
Scarlet panted now. He barely realized that Navalm got wounded, and THAT meant he would also be wounded too. Their bond was so strong they could feel and sense same things as if they were one. He glanced at his spirit and mentally spoke, {~Mind yourself, Navalm. I am fine …now.~}
Navalm nodded in silent and turned her attention back to her foe which tried again to paw her. She barely dodged her, getting a wide scratch alongside her right. She growled both in pain and anger, and launched a fire ball from her mouth towards Ariadne, right on her face. The ‘fire spit’ worked quite well and Ariadne shrieked in agony when the fireball hit her face, blinding and burning her, while she stumbled back on her feet, landed backward and hard on the ground, giving Navalm a chance to free herself and preparing for new attack.
She didn’t waste her time and launched another fire ball towards the other spirit. Ariadne had barely regained her composure when the flame hit her again, this time on her neck. She howled and launched a counterattack by sending psychic wave towards Navalm, which easily dodged it using her flame wall. Ariadne whined, feeling agitated when realizing that her wave didn’t work well, and decided to attack her directly.
Opal stumbled on his feet while covering his suddenly-felt-burnt face with his hand. He also felt his neck got stinging-burnt too. He scowled and glanced at his spirit, realizing that she had been struck down by a fire ball upon her face, and got hit again on her neck.
Well, that explain this pain on my face and neck, he thought, irritated.
He looked back at Scarlet and had to hold back a smirk. At least, the brat looked like he got worse than him; he was all bloody mess.
He stepped forward while raising his claws and, couldn’t hold back again, he smirked slyly. “You’re over, Scarlet. You know, after I finished with you, I think I will do that bastard Callahan a favor. He paid me a lot for helping him wiping off the Ainsworths.”
Scarlet glared death at him. No, he wouldn’t allow him to kill Jamie and his family; he had promised to protect the boy no matter what. And he would keep his promise.
He stood up shakily; dammit, his legs gave away when he got his back wound and another scratch on his right arm; but he forced himself to stand and get ready for another attack. He suddenly felt another sharp stinging pain on his left arm and realized that Navalm got blow on the same spot. Groaning, he swayed backward and clutched his bloodied arm. Opal just laughed cruelly watching him.
“Accept it, kid. You’re over.”
“Will you shut your fucking mouth?! I’m not over yet! And I won’t let you touch Jamie and his family!!”
“Ooh, what a dirty mouth you have! I think you should learn some manner, kid!”
“Fuck you!”
Opal grimaced and launched an attack with his psychic ability. His element of blade spirit was psychic power, whether it was psychokinetic, mind control, or psychometric. He could use psychokinetic on free will; however the others needed more concentration to do.
His attack influenced nearby things; he got rocks, branches, twigs, and even the dead bodies to fly towards Scarlet. The crimson haired vampire cringed, feeling the urge to throw up when he saw the dead bodies scattered away because of the impact and flew towards him; sure, he was the one who killed them, but he didn’t like the fact that he would be attacked and surrounded by their torn limbs.
Scarlet stepped backward, building a fire wall, which diminishing the impact of the attack; and concentrated to create a fire ball on his palm. It worked, but the fire ball wasn’t on its maximum side due to his injuries. He couldn’t complain though and when he felt that the fire ball had grown big enough, he threw it towards Opal. The silver vampire stopped it mid-air and tossed it back to Scarlet. He managed to stretch his right palm and forced the ball to split into several smaller balls and flew them up to the sky, surprising Opal. Scarlet created another fire ball on his left palm and threw it straightly to his distracted opponent. While the smaller balls on the sky fell down as ‘meteor’ rain right to Opal’s spot, the other ball had made its way to split up into another several smaller balls surrounding the older vampire.
Shocked, Opal didn’t have any chance to make any barrier and got directly hit by the balls, both from the sky and from surroundings. He fell to his knees, groaning painfully, and got injured badly. He glared at Scarlet with such hatred and anger, and decided to do one thing he didn’t really like to do after all.
He would use his mind control to take over the human boy. He would use the boy as a shield and then took him as captive. It did against his pride though, but he didn’t care. Now, all he needed to track and capture was Jamie’s mind consciousness. For his aim, he needed to get close to the house and to Jamie.
Opal thought quickly for a way to at least distract Scarlet so he could reach Jamie’s place without getting any injury, again, from the younger vampire. He smirked suddenly at one idea, and while forcing himself to stand, he spoke coldly, “Nice blow, kid. Where did you learn that from?”
Scarlet frowned while keeping his breaths steady. That last attack had exhausted him badly. Hell, he even got barely moved his legs. Scarlet didn’t feel sure that he could counterattack or even dodge any blow from Opal. He hoped that the other vampire had gotten more injuries than him for keeping him to stand on his way right now. He hoped that Opal would retreat as soon as possible.
He couldn’t guess what he did mean about by starting a conversation in the middle of battle like this. Scarlet felt an uneasiness growing in the bottom of his gut. Shit, just what does he mean by suddenly asking me like that? “…From my master, and eventually, myself.”
“Hoo, your master has done good job for teaching you that form. Who is your master any way? I thought I’ve heard about him some time ago, but I do forget…”
Scarlet’s frown went deeper. “…My master is Vermillion. He had died four years ago…”
“Ahha…” Opal clasped his hands together. “So, Vermillion, huh? I get it, I remember him… poor fellow…”
“What do you mean?!”
“Well, he died miserably by the hands of his own apprentice…”
“!!!”
“True, wasn’t it?”
“…Shut up…!”
Opal grinned ear-to-ear wickedly. “Aww, I touched the nerve, didn’t I? The great crimson lord died, killed by his own beloved ward…”
“SHUT THE HELL UP!!” Scarlet was very angry now. Shit, he didn’t need another person reminding him about his own sin. Especially that bastard Opal.
Feeling his fiery anger, he launched himself ragingly towards Opal, despite his own lack of steadiness; baring his fangs and claws viciously, ready to get a rampage. He didn’t care about his injuries; all he wanted to do was crushing this goddamn silver bastard in front of him.
Opal smiled inwardly. Humph, this crimson novice was so easy to get provoked by. He actually wanted to play a little more with the crimson haired vampire, but he knew that his injuries would be getting more serious if he didn’t retreat as soon as possible. He glanced at Ariadne and mentally ordered her to make a psychic bond upon Navalm, to disable her. He also told her about his retreat plan. His spirit complied inwardly and prepared her trap.
Opal turned his attention back at Scarlet who rushed straightly towards his person and concentrated at creating a psychic-mental attack. He dodged Scarlet right on time and, while he moved aside him, he stretched his right palm and slightly nudged Scarlet; who looked at him in surprise; at his temple, sending his wave attack.
Crying agonizingly at sudden pain that stabbing inside his head, Scarlet fell to the ground, jerking and writhing painfully; his vision blurred and his body going limp. He could only scream in pain when he felt as if his head had been torn apart. He saw nothing, he heard nothing, and he felt nothing, when he finally passed out.
Opal smirked victoriously and looked on the unconscious body beneath his feet. He could kill him right away, but he didn’t do that; it wasn’t his way to fulfill his task. He would kill him later, by fighting him, and he could enjoy it, heartily. Oh yes, killing him now or later wouldn’t make any difference at all. Right now, he focused on how he could lure him to fight with him, again. Using Jamie was a brilliant idea; Scarlet surely would do everything to save him. Nice…
Opal glanced at Ariadne which had successfully bound Navalm with her mental trap. Apparently, the fox spirit had shared the same fate with her unconscious lord; she was lying on the ground, bound and mentally disabled; before turned back to her blade form. Ariadne gracefully raised her head and walked towards her lord, leaving Navalm behind. She took her yari form back and settled neatly on her lord’s hands.
“~Good job, Ariadne.~” Opal caressed her lovingly. He looked at the house and began walking confidently, if it wasn’t somehow trudging, towards it.

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Arthur listened carefully to the ruckus sounds outside that somehow faded away. He peeked out the window, but his sight was limited; he couldn’t see anything else except the dead bodies of assassins Scarlet had killed for the first time, sprawled on the yard. He searched for Scarlet or even Opal whereabouts, but his eyes couldn’t find them.
“Hey, Cap’n,” Allan croaked. They had been silent all the time while that disastrous clash had been going on. “Anything new outside?”
“Beside the corpses? Nope. I didn’t see Scarlet or Opal either way. Both Navalm and Ariadne had stopped fighting somehow; I couldn’t hear them.”
“Yeah, all we could hear at that time just their sounds of battles and the loud explosion that happened a moment ago on the roof.” Allan retorted.
“It was Navalm. She accidentally hit the roof with one of her fire rings.”
Tyler chuckled nervously. “Man, those blade spirits are really awesome. Never see anything like that before. Cap’n, you have seen them before, right?”
Arthur nodded grimly. “I have seen Navalm once, but not Ariadne. I saw her for the first time just now.”
“Do every Symbion vampires have their own blade spirits like that, Cap’n?”
“Uh huh. I’ve told you before, that they are born with their own spirits and after they reach their first decade, the spirits manifest themselves onto ‘living’ metal, which are forged into weapons.”
“Yeah, yeah, but at that time, I couldn’t understand the concept. That was just …weird. Now, I really believe because I’ve seen it by myself, even for a glimpse.”
Arthur just chuckled hearing Tyler’s comment.
Suddenly, the front door banged open. They jumped startling and raised their guns towards the intruder who stood at the door. Thin layer of dust and debris clouded their sights of the newcomer, but after it was gone, they all gasped in unison, terrifying.
“…Opal…” Arthur hissed, straightly pointing his gun towards the silver vampire and cocked it, ready to shoot.
Opal raised his brows recognizing the human cop in front of him. He smirked, revealing his sharp fangs, and cooed, “Well, well, guess who is here? The filthy-but-high-proud Arthur Wilkins… long times no see, Wilkins.”
Arthur grimaced. “I can’t say the same things to you, bastard. Actually I hope I will never see you again …forever.” He cocked his gun once more.
“Sadly, I survived.” He stepped forward slowly. He stopped when he heard sounds of guns be cocked in unison, warning him. “Is this the way you treat an old acquaintance?”
“You’re not my acquaintance, Opal. Back off.”
“Fine. I guess it can’t be helped though.”
Arthur scowled. “Where is Scarlet?”
Opal smiled evilly. “Dying.”
When he heard gasps and yelps, he chuckled and added, “Not yet though.”
“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM?!” he demanded.
“Just make sure he passed out completely.” Opal stepped once more, ignoring the pointing guns.
“Back OFF, Opal, or I swear I’ll make a hole right through your head!”
Opal laughed out loud. He was drowning over his own laughter for a while before regaining his state. “That was the funniest thing I’ve ever heard!”
“I’m serious, you silver bastard! I will shoot you—”
“Can you? Do you forget my elemental ability?”
Arthur swallowed hard. He didn’t forget; he exactly didn’t. Actually he just tried to threaten him, to buy some times before Scarlet awoke. He hated relying so much to the young vampire, but it couldn’t be helped. Shit!
“You’re just blabbering about…”
Shit!
“You guys just don’t have any power to stop me.”
“Then, we’ll try.” Much to his dismay, Arthur found that it was Tyler who just barely retorted at the silver vampire’s words.
Opal raised one brow, slightly amused. “Well, how?”
“Shoot you altogether!”
As if they acted in one commando, the team shot at Opal in unison, unloading their magazine in continuous rampage. Jamie and his parents cowered behind them, tightly covering their ears from roaring sounds of bangs. Their shot after shot made thin layer of smoke and dust be formed lingering them.
When all of their magazines were emptied, they stopped shooting. Arthur caught Allan’s forearm when he saw that his subordinate trying to walk forward to check their ‘work’.
“Don’t…”
“But, Cap’n, he must be dead now! No body ever gets out safely from that rain of bullets. I just wanna confirm that.”
“He isn’t dead.” Arthur stated grimly.
All of his subordinates looked at him in horror, when they heard a chuckle from behind the smoke layer.
“Well… he’s right, boys, and girl. I’m not dead yet.”
Suddenly the smoke disappeared as if it were wiped by an enormous amount of wind. Opal stood confidently; his previous wounds seemed getting better; and surprisingly, all of the loads that had been shot at him were levitating and stopping mid-air just in front of him. They abruptly fell down with noisy clinking sounds on the floor.
“Well…” he mused. “It seemed that your last effort was useless after all.”
They gaped at him, speechless. Arthur was the only one uninfluenced and quickly snapped back.
“It wasn’t our last, you jerk!”
Suddenly he swiftly launched himself forward, reaching a silver dagger from his belt on his way, and swung it in quick movement, straight towards Opal’s heart. For a couple seconds, everyone on the spot held their breaths.
Loud scream that followed by a thud brought them back to reality. Arthur, now gravely wounded on his gut, by his own dagger, writhed and squirmed on the floor. A pool of blood quickly formed itself around his body, almost completely soaking his shirt. Sarah screamed and ran by his side, pulling his head onto her lap.
Opal smirked evilly. “That was definitely your last, Wilkins.”
He ignored the pair of cops on the floor, and walked forward towards Jamie and his parents. Allan and Tyler tried to block his path, just to be flown and crashed to the wall. They already succumbed by the hard impact.
Frank tightened his hold onto his wife and son, terrified looking all of their bodyguards had been struck down. He looked up to face the silver vampire and squeaked, “Wh-what will you do to us?”
Opal simply ignored the man’s plea. He stood, towering them, and stared into Jamie’s eyes, locking his sight. His lip’s corner twitched and slowly formed a somewhat seductive smile. He spoke in mild tone, “Come, Jamie.” Then he stretched his arm, asking.
Jamie couldn’t avert his gaze from the silver vampire’s eyes. He just couldn’t. It looked like his eyes were locked to those silvery orbs. No, not only silver. There were so many colors mixed and mingled inside those pieces of orbs. They were so beautiful, mesmerizing, yet creepy.
When he heard the silver vampire spoke, it was as if the words came from another dimension. It sounded so soft, so sweet, and different from the last time he had spoken of. The words pulled him to comply with them. The words lingered him, trapped him into their sweet nothingness. And he didn’t have any choice but to comply.
Jamie took Opal’s hand and the silver vampire quickly pulled him onto his chest. He quickly wrapped his arm around Jamie’s little body, held him tight, and walked away from the house.
Both Frank and Emily cried for their son to be released, but their pleas were futile.
They were powerless and defenseless.

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Okay, I admit, maybe the blade spirits releases are a bit lame...
But, still I hope everybody who read my story, please give me reviews...
Pleaseeeeee *puppy eyes* ^___^

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