The Alexandru Chronicles: The Beginning (16 page)

The way Victor and his buddies viewed it, was that this vampire slayer would be easy enough to kill—after all there were five of them and just one of the slayer.

Yet, while Victor felt some reassurance over this thought, there was still this smidgen of doubt lingering in the back of his mind – those two cops hadn't been so easy to kill. In fact they had both gotten away, with that bitch, who had threatened to shove her gun up his ass, almost running him over; maybe when he was done here, he would look that bitchy cop up.

As they came upon the car, Victor noted that the woman, while she had been out of the car trying to change her flat, was now back inside, cowering, by the smell of it, in her back seat with her two kids.

It was the fear that was emanating off of her that fed, not just him, but his four compadres – they all felt an immense high.

As he enjoyed the intoxicating aroma, he slammed himself into the car, knocking it off the jack. Once the car had rolled a few inches, they then all jumped up on to it and started slamming their fist into it.

Victor's fist had already cracked the windshield. One more punch and his buddies and him would be inside and their prize would be theirs; before ramming the car, he had gotten a pretty good look at this woman—she was a looker. Long dark brown hair, brown skin, brown eyes, and – considering that she had already had two brats—a nice figure. 

While he had thought the kids would be nice to torture for awhile, Victor was now contradicting his and his buddies intentions. They would drain the kids quickly, and take their time with the woman – she would definitely be fun to have.

As he drew back for another punch, that was when he felt it—unbelievable power.

He had never felt anything quite like this – not even in his friend, the Sandman.

It was the arrival of this new powerful force, that alerted him that what or whoever this was, while like him and his friends, was very different—there was something unnatural about this...this...this vampire.

With his fist in mid-air, Victor turned to look at this stranger.

“
Who the hell are you?!” he growled through clenched teeth.

It was as his gaze went over this new arrival, that he noted his masculine physique and there was some object hanging off of his hip; which Victor couldn't get a good look at.

Possibly it was this stranger's strong demeanor, that had this instant fear boiling up inside him. 

Yet, no sooner had he felt this fear, was it quickly replaced with the overwhelming blood lust, that was coursing through him.  He had no intention of letting this woman go. And he definitely wasn't going to share her with another vampire. It was bad enough that he had to share her with his four compadres, but he'd be damned if he had to with this prick.   

“You can't have her!!!” when all the stranger did was stand there, still stoically looking at him, he spat out, “She's mine...!”

Turning to look up at his cousin, who like the other four, had automatically stopped with what he was doing, he said, “
Ir manejar ese culo limpie.
.”

Antonio, Victor's cousin, wasn't too smart. He was an illiterate, that didn't speak any English. Yet, what he lacked in smarts, he made up in strength. He was a big brawny fellow, who had beaten to death hundreds of men – men bigger than the fucker in back of them. So, Victor was confident that his cousin would wipe the floor with their uninvited guest.

Yet, from the apparent look on Antonio's face, he too had his doubts about approaching this stranger.

“
Antonio, que no es tan grande...que va a ser fácil.
”

When Antonio smiled that yellowed tooth grin of his, and said, “
Bueno, voy a manejarlo.” Victor instantly relaxed, he knew that his cousin had this well in hand.

After Antonio jumped off the car, slamming his fist into his hands, and shouting, as he made his way over to the stranger, "Señor, estás muerto!!!" Victor couldn't help chuckling at the image that he got in his head at the pain, that Antonio would inflict upon their uninvited guest.

Once Antonio had disappeared into the fog, Victor smilingly shaking his head, said to the others, “Since Antonio has our problem handled..., lets get back to our prize.”

After sharing a good laugh, with his buddies, Victor, looking through the cracked window, could see that the woman's baby was no longer in his car seat. In fact, he couldn't see any of them any more. Yet, upon sniffing and closer inspection, he knew that they all three were huddled on the backseat floor – the kids were crying and the woman was praying to God to help her.

Yet, nobody was going to help her.

Whoever that stranger was, whether he would have helped her or not, Victor was positive that Antonio would handle him.

XXX

 
Angelia, didn't know what to do. The moment the first strange silhouette slammed into her car, she had been taken off guard.

Yet, when all the silhouettes started slamming against the car, she couldn't help but shriek out,  “Please stop...!!! Please someone help us!!!”

No sooner had she started screaming, though, did her baby and five year old start crying.

“
Mommy...,” her daughter, who was clinging to her, cried out. “please make it stop!!!”

As she stared at her five year old, her brain was having a hard time digesting the fear on her daughter's face. It wasn't just her daughter's fear, though, but it was that consistent screaming, from her and her children, that had her drawing a blank on what to do. Yet, because she was so overwhelmingly panic-stricken, she couldn't think straight.

That is, until she heard the voice.

“
Every things okay..., Angelia...I'm here, now.”

Curiously looking down at her daughter, she could see her crying. Yet, because of that pleasantly, sensual, voice, she couldn't hear her,
“Get down on the floor, with your children..., and I'll handle every thing.”

When the pounding suddenly stopped, Angelia didn't even try to figure out what was happening. Unbuckling her two month old son, she first grabbed him and then her daughter. After they had gotten down on the car floor, she waited.

For what? She wasn't entirely sure.

XXX

It had been those innocent, terrified, cries that had him now standing there, listening to the destructive wreckage going on around him. The loud noise, that these fledgelings were making, was enough to wake the dead.

It had to be fledgelings?

He had known from the moment he smelled them, that they were vampires.

But fledgelings.

These kinds of vampires were not just unbelievably dangerous, but destructive.

It was because of their newness, that they were not to be taken lightly. They had no self-control, and to top it off their horrible blood lust made them unbelievably strong.

Confoundedly shrugging his shoulders, he started planning his whole battle strategy. He knew that he was out numbered. Yet, where he lacked that kind of new vampire strength, he had other abilities that these fledgelings wouldn't live to tell their buddies about.

As he stood there, making his plans. It was then that one of these fledgelings noticed him.

He knew that it was bound to happen, but he had thought them to be so preoccupied in their conquest; that they wouldn't have noticed him until it was too late.

His whole battle strategy, was already planned out. Yet, by the looks of it, he would have to revise his plans.

As he listened, he could tell by the fledgeling, that had noticed him, that he was cocky – a definite advantage for Cirpian. That cockiness was what resulted in most fights, being over before they even started. 

As Cirpian's cocky foe turned his attention to one of the other fledgelings, he listened to them speak among each other in Spanish.

It wasn't long after this, that Cirpian caught a really pungent whiff of one of these fledgelings. As he wrinkled his nose, he continued listening. It was then that he heard one of the fledgelings jump down from the car—his hearing told him, just from the way this fledgeling walked, that the fledgeling approaching him, was a brawny fellow. Possibly the fledgeling that his cocky opponent had been speaking in Spanish to.

Well, this definitely would be interesting.

If this big idiot was as strong as he was acting, then he would be a definite challenge.

Immersing himself in his fog, he continued to listen. And it was his sense of smell that told him that this brawny jackass, was not but a few feet away from him.

XXX

It wasn't just an exaggeration that Antonio Santos, was a major dumbass; he had a one track mind and right now his mind was set on killing the supposed wimp in front of him.

Possibly if he had been a little more intelligent, he would have seen past that cockiness of his – then again, maybe not.

“
Senor, salir, hacer más fácil para ti.
”

“
¿
Estas seguro que quieres que...
”  the soft sound of his intended victim's voice, had Antonio surprisingly turning around; he was surprised by how quick this vampire had gotten up behind him.

Yet, no sooner had he felt that surprise, was it quickly replaced with the same cockiness; that he had felt when his cousin, Victor, had sent him to handle this wimp.

This man in front of him was muscular, but he was nothing compared to himself.

Smiling a sick yellow grin, he drew back, and swung at the man in front of him. Yet, his opponent did something that none of Antonio's other opponents had ever done.

He moved.

Cirpian easily side stepped this big ox in front of him. And when his opponent straightened, to try hitting him again, he grabbed his fist in mid-stride. And squeezing it, he felt the bones in his opponent's hand easily break.

Antonio had never felt anything so excruciating. Usually he was the one causing the pain. Yet, this time, he was feeling it all the way down to his groin.

No sooner had Cirpian broken his opponent's hand and wrist, did he rip the big ox's hand clean off.  Before the fledgeling could even utter a scream, Cirpian picked him up by the throat and threw him, like a rag doll, to the side.

As Antonio scooted back, he fearfully looked up at the man coming toward him. Before, Antonio and his cousin hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary about their uninvited guest. Yet, now, up close, Antonio could sense that there was something terrifyingly, wrong, about the man in front of him. Possibly what shook Antonio, was not just how stoically cold, this vampire's grayish blue eyes were, but the lily whiteness of his skin was unnatural. 

Being on the ground at the mercy of someone, is entirely different than being the person that this someone is at the mercy of. Since Antonio had never experienced this kind of fear, it was very new to him. He noticed everything – including the fear willing up inside him. This exact same fear that he, himself, had enjoyed striking in his victims, now was overwhelming his every senses.

“
Por favor...” he scooted back some more. At the feel of a dumpster at his back, he was terrified to realize that there was no longer anywhere to go. 

Cirpian heard the plead in this fledgeling's voice, but he didn't care.  He knew from the moment this monstrous ox came upon him, just from his pungent odor, that he was a malicious individual; that maliciousness had only gotten worse once becoming a vampire. As a fledgeling he would only continue striking fear in those he killed. The way Cirpian saw it, it was best to end his existence now instead of later.

As he swung his sword, Antonio uttered one more plea, “Por favor...”

Chapter Fifteen

As Victor drew back and landed another blow on the fragile windshield, it finally gave out.

“Fellows...,” he wickedly smiled at the two vampires on the roof and the one standing next to him. “we're in!”

As they all got ready to climb through the fresh opening, it was then that this big boulder like shape hit Victor squarely in the back; sending him forward into the car.  

He didn't have much time to react before someone was pulling him out of the car, by the back of his shirt, and, roughly, throwing him on to the ground.

As he puzzlingly looked over at the car, he noticed this headless body laying on the hood of the vehicle. At first he hadn't a clue who this was. Yet, once his eyes and brain had processed what he was staring at, it was not just the recognizable skull ring on the pinkie finger's right hand, but that identifiable bulk and stench that told him who it was.

His cousin had always smelled like a toilet and his physique had been more a bread body than muscular.

As Victor stared at Antonio's headless body, he felt these foreign emotions that he had thought himself incapable of ever feeling. He had always faked that kind of shit, either to get laid or just to get off. Every time he had committed a crime, he had always told the parole board what they wanted to hear.