Austin hated the screams that came from the battle field. He hated fighting, but what he hated the most, was his family's tradition, one past down for generations. Dead. That was what the vampire race was, nine noble families and the Black family was the last.
They had just finished off the last five known vampires. All of them from the black family. Their leader, Luis Aston Black, was also dead along with the rest of his sons. His father, Drew Harold Hell, were overing seeing their bodies being burned.
This was something his older sister wanted to get away from. Siena thought her family's ways were inhumane, Austin would have left when he turned eighteen, besides from the fact that he had to look after his youngest brothers. After Stephen he didn't want to lose another brother.
"Why do we have to kill them?" Austin asked his dad who shared the same tan skin and brown hair "A whole race can't be entirely bad or evil. Some most have been good and kind, lovely and sweet,"
"It doesn't matter," Drew told them "If more were around, then you'd see. The things that have hunted us down for centuries are dead! All of them are no good blood suckers! It's just a shame that we couldn't find one alive,"
Prejudice against another kind, one that they didn't understand. Austin hated the fact that his dad was blinded by hatred and old judgements.
"Dad! Austin!" a voice calld out from the other side of ruined landscape. Both males looked up, to see a young boy around sixteen with ash blonde hair. The only way to tell they were related, was the fact that Austin and his brother had the same acid green eyes.
"Jerry, what's wrong?" Drew asked his youngest. The sixteen year old had looked like he had ran a marathon and with their last vampire hunt, the boy was bound to be tired.
"I found someone in a cave," Jerry told them after he caught his breathe, his dark clothing were covered in sweat, as where his family's. He didn't know what to make of the girl, she was quiet and didn't attack him, even when he was by himself "I don't know what to make of her. She won't talk, she won't look at me. So she's tied up where I found her,"
"She couldn't be a vampire," Drew whispered. A vampire would have killed Jerry, the boy was by himself and tired. By the looks of it, his son didn't have any bit marks nor did he have extra injuries.
"I don't know," Jerry said while whipping the sweat from his brow "She wasn't doing anything, even when I tied her up, she didn't move a muscle,"
"Jerry, take me to this cave,"
Jerry just nodded and led back to the cave. It was next to a spring, deep in the forests heart. Austin didn't know why Jerry was this far from the battle sight, but made a note to ask later. The cave itself wasn't really big, just carved out of the mountain, one that was most likely used by a bear during the last winter.
Drew looked around the entrance, before looking at his youngest. He was sure that they had the last five. Then again, one might have been lucky and wasn't there when they find them.
"She's in there," Jerry said while pointing to the right side of the cave. He didn't leave the girl in plain sight, since she might have been a lost mortal, someone who was shy and mute. He didn't want her to be killed, because he had tied her up. Drew just nodded, while looking at this sons.
"I'm going in, I want both of to stay here," he told them, they knew the drill, but it never hurt to remind them of it "If I yell, then get backup. Jerry, you get it, while Austin will help me,"
Both nodded and he walked in. The rocks were cool against his hand, while he found and turned on his flash light. It didn't take him long to find the small figure of a crying female. She was one of the smallest things he had seen. She wouldn't reach his shoulders, she looked to be just under the average height for a fourteen year old.
Most vampires were tall and gorgeous. The females were usually curvy, while the males were either lean or muscular. This one, he couldn't use any of those words. If he had to describe the girl in front of him, he would use 'doll-like'. Easy to hurt and break, something to be protected and treasured.
"There's no need to cry. If you're human, then I won't have a reason to hurt you," Drew told her while he walked in front of the crying girl. He could see the rope that Jerry used, one around her ankles and the other around her wrists.
"Let me see your face," he order after waiting five minutes. Before that he wait for her to talk or to move her face, so he could see it. She didn't move nor did she say anything, so he slipped his hand under her chin and she only curled up into herself more "There's more than one way to tell what you are,"
Her eyes widened under her thin hair, as she felt him cut the back of her shirt. She tried to get out of his hold, twisting in his grip "N-no!"
Drew tensed when he saw the top of the wing shaped tattoos, just showing over the singlet the girl wore. He knew what this meant, she was part of the 'newer' generation. Unlike her father and older brothers, her wings didn't stand out on her back. Instead being born as a birthmark, one that would let them summon their wings, instead of tying them down or being spotted.
This was an evolution survival instant. The 'new' generation were born in the late seventeenth century. She was one of the youngest physically speaking, since she could be any age. He watched as the girl turned her head away from her black jeans, looking at the light green shirt in his hands. Her blonde hair, still hide her face from view. This time he didn't give her time to cruel up, as he slid his hand under her chin.
"Guess, Jerry, was right," he muttered as he removed her hair from her face. His eyes widened, he described her as 'doll-like' and as he looked at her face, that statement was just proven. Large blue eyes, with ring of dark crimson around the pupils, with long black eye lashes framing her eyes. Her lips full and pouty, a light pink, her nose small and delicate.
This girl was an insult to ever beautiful mortal he had seen. A small doll-like girl, one who sat or stood still long enough people could think was just a doll and nothing more.
"Please… please, don't hurt me," she whispered as he dropped her chin and she just curled up in her ball. She was the last of her kind, she had seen what this mortal had done to her people, her family and anyone who was related to them "I don't want… I don't want to die,"
"You're young for your kind," he said while leaning against the wall. This would have been easier if she was a male. He didn't have to worry about getting the pregnant, however, she was in luck. He only hated male vampires, they were the ones who took his wife and son away from him. Females would only attack, when someone threatened their young.
Her body just trembled as she used her hair to cover her face. She didn't want to look at him, she didn't know what was going to happen to her, but she had nothing to fight for, nothing that made living bearable.
"What's your name, bloodsucker?" he asked. He knew she could talk. He had heard her voice, but he guessed she was just scared. When she said nothing, he lightly hit the back of her head. It was a warning system he had used with his oldest daughter, if she didn't answer, he would hit her slightly harder, until she gave him the information he wanted.
"Miranda… please don't hurt me," Miranda cried tears going down her face. Drew just looked at her and used knock out gas, so he didn't have to listen to her begs and cries. She knew what he could do to her, so she didn't even think of fighting back.
"Austin, Jerry, come here," he shouted to the two at the front. He picked up the light girl, when his sons came in. He placed the knocked out girl in Austin's arms "We'll tell everyone about the Black's demise,"
"What about her?" Jerry asked while pointing to the long haired blonde "Isn't she a vampire, don't we have to kill them?"
"Females are fine, it's the males I can't stand," Drew told them, he rarely killed a defenceless female and it seemed that blood suckers were also under that "It's usually the males we get into fights with, the females usually run… never knew why."