Wild Creatures

Chapter 105

What defence could they use against something that had no shape? No form?

What could they possibly do?

This assault began in their own minds, a whispering voice with each growing note, to take their weapons and turn them onto themselves. In the most maddening, bizarre show of unrealistic horror, their eyes went crazy with rapid confusion, and then all of them at once, decapitated themselves.

Except one.

Wei Ying had singled him out on purpose.

There was no way he was going to allow Wen Zhong to go free, or to get off easily. There would be no simple death for him.

Wei Ying had discovered that Chenqing had a dark secret.

The flute was bloodthirsty in the same way that vampires were, but instead of needing blood, she fed on Resentment Energy.

This deep dark force was ever present, culling happy thoughts of the present and changing them into the heavy, oppressive thoughts of failure, hatred and anger. Every time that Wei Ying fitted his lips over the opening to blow air into this conduit of destruction, he fortified his own mind to raise his own awareness that these were NOT his own feelings. Strengthening this core knowledge, he could identify the Resentment as coming from those who opposed him.

In effect, he was able to take the emotions of the beings around him and turn them against their creator, because his grandfather was a genius.

To take the need for vampires to feed, that feral hunger which made them blind to their desires, and turn it around?

That was the best failsafe Wei Ying had ever found out.

In this world, who was powerful enough to overcome themselves? Who could open their own eyes and see the transitory nature of their own feelings and understand that they would pass, and to not act rashly with them?

Hardly anyone. And vampires were no exception.

Chenqing went in straight for the kill. She was like a red demoness, charging towards their deepest, darkest fears and amplifying them, making them seem significantly bigger and more powerful.

And then she fed.

Out of all these pawns, the one that held the most Resentment energy was Wen Zhong.

There had been a millisecond of doubt, the dread of defeat, and in that split second, Wei Ying sensed the vampire's desire to flee, to escape certain death, and he could not afford Wen Zhong to leave.

The vampires that were opposing them had already made their choice and unfortunately for them, they picked the wrong side.

One clean sweep and they were destroyed.

All in one go, because Wei Ying needed to concentrate on Wen Zhong.

He sensed Chenqing's excitement, her recognition that she would be able to feed one more time, a dessert to end her feasting.

Dark whispers of power engulfed an unwilling Wen Zhong, and lifted him up like a puppet with strings.

Wei Ying brought him down from his throne, bringing him to stand in the centre of all that destruction, the carnage of dead bodies at his feet.

He was to blame for all their deaths, and yet, Wei Ying sensed no remorse coming from him.

Wen Zhong still arrogantly believed that he was right, and it was nothing to him, their sacrifices to meet his unquenchable desire.

Only his eyes were able to move, filled with rage and uncontrollable hunger. And then it stutters, because he sees the HeartStone around Wei Ying's neck. The Locket key glowing a bright, vivid red and pulsating with power.