The Kitty Cat's Mates (ManxMen)

16 (Part Two) | A Party to Die for

Wood shards flew across, the door begging to crack into half, as the vampire continued to batter the innocent door. It kept screeching, reaching out its pale clawed hand inside. King pursed his lips. Exhaling a heavy breath, he rushed towards her.

King grunted as he heaved Annabelle from the waist, levering her high enough for her to open the clutch and make her way outside. In a quick, clumsy pace, Annabelle hurried out of the window on his command.

King felt his blood ran cold when he realized he could not reach the window for himself as well. He darted his head around for leverage, catching sight of a stand. He pushed it towards the window and clambered up.

Annabelle screamed, pulling King to look behind him in partial curiosity and fear. He saw but the hideous bloodthirsty gaze on the ghoul's face as it squeezed itself from the almost open crack in the door.

"King, hurry!" Annabelle shrieked.

With haste, King hauled himself up and out of the window. He was out, freed, and liberation in his hands. . . before a tight grip curled around his ankle. King and Annabelle screamed as he was pulled back.

King was unable to do anything as he was thrown back into the room, crashing himself into another luxurious wine shelf. He fell like a heavy rag doll on the floor, shards of glass and wood splinters showering around him. He grimaced, painfully grunting as his hand subconsciously reached for the searing pain on his back, and he felt the sharp shard of glass that was driven into his flesh. He pulled it out with a breathless gasp.

The vampire, uncomfortably hunched back, skittered towards him, a cackling screech heaving out of its chest as it caught the scent of his fresh blood. King tried to push himself up, the area around his ribs burning, but he threw the thought off of his mind. He wanted to live.

But it was too late. The ghoul was too fast. He didn't even get to inch out of the position he was in when it raced towards him; mouth stretched inhumanely wide before it pinned him down, razor-sharp teeth driving down on the flesh that connected his neck with his shoulder.

King cried out, tears welling in his eyes as the vampire slammed its jaws shut on his body. He felt like his bones would crack from the force and the sensation of many knives buried down in his skin down to his muscles. He could feel the vampire excitedly sip his blood like a leech.

He fought, trashing, and sending his knuckled fist against the vampire's face while he screamed until the ghoul painfully pinned his hands down in the messy clutter of glass and woods.

After what seemed like eternal torture, King's vision blurred. He felt nauseous, his breathing and heartbeat coming into a shallow, rapid rate. He began to feel light-headed, weak and confused as the vampire continued to drink from his blood, which lowered and lowered dangerously.

Suddenly, a figure penetrated in from the already shattered door, violently roaring as it sent the whole entrance in a blast. The grey werewolf rushed behind the vampire, hooking its gigantic hands between the vampire's thin upper and lower lips despite the sharp teeth that pierced back on its palms.

The vampire emitted a blood-curdling shriek as the werewolf tried to pull its jaws apart. They tussled around and all over the place; the undead jerking its wings to get the wolf's grip off of it, but Kain's grip was as tight as a screw.

King heard their gnashing, heavy roars, and violent growls that bulldozed around him, his mind slowly inching towards a daze. He watched in half-hooded eyes and flickering vision as the werewolf bit down on one of the ghoul's wings, ripping it out of its back. The vampire horridly made a piercing shriek.

While its mouth was opened wide, Kain drove all of his force in his hands, pulling with all of his might until, finally, he successfully pulled its jaws apart with a satisfying crack and squish.

The vampire's eyes immediately froze stiff, mouth hanging painfully wide open and apart as it slumped down to the ground, and slowly disintegrated into clouds of dust.

Though, King hadn't perceived what had happened. His gaze was in a threatening blur, and all of his senses were jumbled, his ear ringing, his body running cold, and his consciousness giving upon him. He wanted to sleep—to take a deep, deep sleep.

A mysterious figure crept into his blurry view, the person's hands curling firmly yet soothingly around the number of bluish punctures on his neck.

"Hey. Hey!"

King groaned. "... I'm sleepy," he mumbled, unconsciously purring against the man that held him.

"Don't you dare!" The strange man threatened. It fell in deaf ears. "King, goddamn it!"

King's mouth curled into a small smile before drifting into slumber.