The Immortality Doctrine: Bred To The Blood Prince

Chapter 19

I turned the knob as quick as I could. As soon as the door opened, Tate ran outside. He almost even batted someone, gratefully I was fast to block his attempt. Gosh, that was so close.

I could almost recognize their faces, but my pupils were trying to adjust to the brightness. It was the middle of the morning.

They were familiar. They were vampires. Fully recognizable. It was only the three of them—Angeni, Eilif, and Abel, who had faces of  complete confusion and scariness and shock. They weren't standing by the porch. They were on the bare ground.

He put down his baseball bat, and sat down on the grassland, resting on his legs. He was grinning as he shook his head. "I couldn't believe this," he whispered to himself. "So what brings you vampires here?" He asked them, his eyes smaller than usual due to the sunlight.

"Sorry to bother you, guys," Angeni began.

"What's your fucking problem?" Alex asked, gave a half-glare at them. I gave a worse look than the one he gave Angeni.

"We need your help," Abel said with his deep deep voice.

"So after disturbing our sleep and almost ruining our door, you're only going to ask for our help?"

"Stop it, Tate!" I cocked my head to give him another worse look.

Tate looked at the door then back to Angeni. "Who did that?" He asked, gesturing his head after standing.

She sighed as she looked at her brother, Abel. "It is I who did that. And I'm sorry to do it," he apologized, saying the words slowly.

"Why did you have to do that?" He took two steps forward as he scowled at the vampire. They were face-to-face. "Don't you know how expensive that door is, you bloodsucker?" He half-whispered the last word.

I pulled Tate's arm and he was lightly led as far as possible from him.

Abel wouldn't fight back. "We checked the windows all over your house and it's all closed," he explained to us briefly. "We did everything to wake you guys up. Only your sleeps were too heavy and too sweet. So we tried to pound the door."

"So what kind of help do you need?" I asked and buried my hands into my pockets.

I heard Angeni take deep breaths before she spoke. "I am the only one who could read the prophecy, Selene in all of the vampires here in Grezsatly. That's my ability. Sometimes, it is limited. But a tragedy will happen right in this very day in the Elder's Village, I've seen it. A vampire attack will take place there. In order to avoid that, we beg for your help," she tilted her head to look at Tate. "You are a werewolf?"

He gave a curt nod. 

"You are the only werewolf we know. For that, we beg for your help as well. Most especially you. But a pack would be most helpful," she serenely said.

He frowned. "So you came here to take lives," he snickered.

"That is not necessary," she told him.

"Hey, if you don't want to save lives, then don't. Just tell us," Abel said with rising temper.

"When?" I asked.

"Evening. When the moon rises."

"Okay. So you seriously woke us up early in the morning just for that? And that thing is just going to happen in the evening, Abel. Evening." he emphasized the last word. For the two of us, sleep was really essential. But he was more a sleeper than me. That was why.

"We have to be ready, Tate. That is why," Abel told him.

I gazed at Tate. "Please. We have to go with them," it was barely a statement. Only a whisper.