You Rejected Me. Remember?

Two weeks later

Standing outside his tent, Polanski scanned his surroundings. The King had made a huge mistake by attacking them. He smirked. The army had grown in number over the days. Even those who weren’t ready to join their army at first were now ready after hearing how their King teamed up with the wolves to attack their domain. They were furious. The King and the Crown Prince trusted the wolves more than their own kind. How pathetic.

He glanced at the shining sun and his smirk widened. Their little deal with the wolves had proven to be an advantage to them anyway. That witch girl was indeed talented. The potion she made was very effective. It was bitter, yet it was worth it. They would definitely use it to their advantage. He felt bad that some of their men died in the fight with the King’s army. The ones who joined them later weren’t immune to sunlight. That’s okay. He thought. Perhaps, they could find another magician who knew how to help them sometime later.

He had promised their master – Prince Draven that he would get him out of the mental asylum, and he would keep his promise. Vampires don’t go back on their words. If they resist, they resist openly. And if they submit to a person, they would die in submission.

But the problem was, Polanski would have to make sure all the preparations were done before he attacked the asylum. The King was sure to send his army to fight them and that was something he wouldn’t risk.

“Isn’t it time to attack yet? We have more than a thousand men with us now. And we have the advantage of being able to move during the day. I think we should make our move.”

Polanski’s thoughts were interrupted by one of the men.

He blinked.

“We will,” slowly turning around, he mumbled. “I will link our master tonight. Tell the men to prepare to attack during dawn, right before the sun rises,” he declared.

“We will raise chaos in the Kingdom. We shall set our master free. He is the one who had given us shelter when the King wouldn’t allow us to live like we want to. He allowed us to have our own rules. And now, the King and the Crown Prince have ruined everything. They have chosen to mess with the wrong group of vampires. We will make sure they pay,” he hissed.

The latter nodded, while an evil grin spread across his face. Polanski’s gaze shifted towards the sky. The sun was about to lower itself, ending the day.

“Link all of them to gather around my tent tonight. We shall march towards the city when the dawn breaks. Everyone must join. All those who are immune to the sun will join us when we proceed to attack the palace after the sun rises. Others can take shelter until we inform them. To ensure that we win, we have to work together,” he stated. Nodding his head, the vampire rogue hastened to carry out the orders.

As planned, Polanski linked Draven who was extremely enthusiastic about the mental asylum being attacked. He couldn’t wait to get rid of his tormentors. When the darkness of the night spread, the whole area around his tent was filled with those who joined his army. They waited until the night deepened .

“Are we ready to attack?” Polanski bellowed, his voice resounding in the far distance.

“Yes!”

Hisses and shouts of agreement were heard. Hands were raised in the air with their fists clenched. They were infuriated. Locking up their Prince was unacceptable.

“We will show no mercy!” Polanski hissed, elongating his fangs and vampire claws.

“Show no mercy!”

His followers hissed loudly, transforming so that they were all prepared to fight. They knew those at the asylum weren’t fighters. They would be able to win without much struggle. And they were going to do it before the King gets alerted and send his men to fight.

They rushed through the fog, dodging the low lying branches in the forest. The security guards of the asylum noticed the approaching group of vampires from the distance. The sound of their shouts and hisses alerted them. At once, they jumped into action. They shut the gates and were about to lock them when the angry mob pushed against the metal gate.

The flimsy attempts of the securities were not a match to the strength of the huge army of rogues. Some of them climbed over the wall while some of them managed to push the gate open.

Polanski grabbed the throat of the first guard, making sure that his claws pierced deep into his flesh. The security guard chocked, croaking as b***d oozed from where Polanski’s nail dug in. His followers followed his lead and sliced through the bodies of the other wardens.

“Not so strong now, eh?” Polanski hissed at the guard before ripping his throat open.

Black b***d gushed out of his throat, painting his pale skin. Scoffing, Polanski tossed his limp body to the side and licked the b***d off his hand.

“It’s good,” he chuckled. His shining red eyes focused on the closing doors of the facility.

“Attack!” He growled and his followers dashed towards the entrances using their phenomenal speed. The workers in the asylum were too slow. The rogue vampires managed to force their way in, slicing and clawing through the workers. Some of them tried to fight back with what they had. However, it was of no use. The rogues were too vile and untamed. Bloodcurdling screams and hair rising shrieks filled the atmosphere as Polanski and his team ripped through the bodies of the workers. Nurses, doctors, psychotherapists and janitors lost their lives. They had no time to use a phone or send a message. Their attempts to send urgent links were interrupted with screams of agony.

Soon, the white tiled floor of the mental asylum was streaming with dark red b***d. The scarlet coloured liquid coated the walls and the counters. The metallic scent of sweet b***d smelt like heaven to the rogues. It had been too long since they fed on live prey. Some of the rogues chose to feed on the victims before killing them off. They enjoyed listening to their victims beg and holding their writhing bodies in their arms, right before they silenced the unsuspecting workers for eternity.

They moved through the corridors, looking for anyone who might be hiding in a cabinet or a storeroom. They didn’t want anyone to survive. This day was going to be written in their history in bright red. It was a victory for them. A huge triumph for the rogue army.

“Master, where are you?” Polanski linked Draven, whose lips stretched in a wide grin.

“In one of the most hidden rooms. I’d rather call this place the cage. You have to find their set of keys. We can’t use our gifts and our strength is useless in this place,” Draven instructed.

“Keys ….” mumbling, Polanski scanned the area. He knew they must have kept the keys in the reception. No one would have expected anyone to cause a bloodbath.

The corners of his lips raised when he spotted a large set of keys in one of the drawers.

“Got it, master,” he informed Draven, who laughed in response.

“Excellent,” the vampire prince snickered. The sweet scent of b***d reached his nostrils and he was reminded of his craving for fresh b***d. He knew that Polanski and his men must have caused a bloodbath in the lobby.

How wonderful. He thought, his eyes slowly glowing red. Smacking his lips, he ran his tongue over his dried lips.

“Oh, and do you have any live prey for me?” He asked his trusted follower.

Polanski glanced at the motionless bodies lying on the floor, drenched in their b***d. The bodies were slashed open. Some of their victims had their heads removed from their bodies. None of them was good enough to be presented to his master.

“Let me go! No!” He heard a female scream. One of his mates had dragged a nurse out of wherever she was.

Smirking, “don’t kill her. She is our gift to our master,” he informed his men. The nurse went stiff as she stared at the crazy vampire rogue. He had undoubtedly passed a death sentence.

“Master,” she whispered, fear evident on her face. Being a gift to his master didn’t sound like something she would enjoy. She dreaded what awaited her. Yet, all she could do was stare as two rogues firmly held each of her hands.

She thrashed, however, there was no way she could escape.

The bloody scene in front of her was the least of her concerns when she saw the crazy Royal march towards her, with a psychotic grin spread across his face. Aghast, she stared at him with her eyes widened in horror. Her half-dead heart thudded hysterically in her ribcage as the b***d drained from her face. She knew it was over for her.

“Well, hello there,” Draven chuckled, surprisingly calm. Smirking, he stepped in front of her and ordered the rogues to let her go.

She wanted to run. However, to her dismay, she realised that she couldn’t move a muscle. Draven had inhibited her.

Draven traced her cheeks. He ran his fingers down her neck and over her collar bone. Her breathing laboured as time passed. She wished that he would kill her quickly and get over it. Yet, she knew he was having fun with his prey.

“You are pretty,” he snickered as he lowered his head so that he could k**s her on her neck. Each time his lips caressed her cold skin, she shuddered. Tears stung her eyes. She wished that she had a better end. A more peaceful one. If only she could say goodbye to her father. If only she could hug her mother one last time ….

“Too bad, you are not my type,” Draven whispered right before plunging his fangs into the vein in her neck. She felt the life being sucked out of her as the Royal fed on her b***d.

It was her end….

Draven fed on her until he felt his thirst was satisfied. He licked the wound so that it would stop bleeding and looked right into her face, which was now as white as a sheet. She didn’t blink and simply stared off into space.

“Damn, that wasn’t that bad, girl. Others had it worse,” he chuckled.

She didn’t respond. She didn’t even move a muscle and he didn’t like it.

“Hmm….I don’t like weaklings,” he mumbled as he elongated his razor sharp claws.

Holding the stunned nurse in one hand, he used his claws to rip open her chest. She gasped once before going silent forever. He did not feel an ounce of mercy as he cruelly ripped her heart out of her ribcage. Snickering, he let her limp body fall into the stream of b***d at his feet while he crushed her heart in his palm.

Arching his brow, he looked around, satisfied with what he was seeing.

Offering a lopsided grin, “next stop, the palace,” he chuckled.