The Alpha Vampire

A great man once said, “Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.” He should have added an “aw, fuck it” on the end? That’s the part I can’t get right. “Fuck it, and fuck you,” I say it, and I think it, and I never believe it.

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The goddamn woman has just gone all Ancient on me and she seems to be out to prove a point.

Well, I am guessing her point is firmly directed at the fact that I moved our child to a location where only I can find him.

So her curse is still firmly within the depths of that body.

And I am going to give it to her, she is fucking strong, but god, now she has pissed me off. She is getting her shit right back.

Two seconds ago I had somewhat of a tinkle of feeling, my blood is boiling and all I can see around me is complete red as my anger is now only but flaring.

So as the group comes rushing towards me, I am still holding my stance in place. Then I drop my voice a pitch lower as I speak to her while she seems to be hanging on rather patiently, “You fucking bitch.”

She only but bursts out in a rumble of a growl.

Then I only push forward, with one foot in front of the other, “I might not be able to shoot you, well not quite yet, but I can scare you shitless.” Then I pause for a brief while, “Since you have now upped the game, please do expect me to return the favor.”

And as I take one more step towards she is hovering rather intimidating, I need to remind her of one very thing that she once told me when we were at this very point where we find ourselves now, “Till death do us part.”

I hear her slightly gasp, but she soon recovers, as she moves her very own two steps closer to me again. Now if she could speak at this present moment, I know that she would have something more or less to say in the lines of, “I will see you in hell.”

So not even needing for her to say the very words, I softly curse underneath my breath. I cannot believe that we are faced with this situation again. And with that I turn my face serious again, “My dear beloved, I am fully expecting to see you in…”

It is in one…two…three…

The goddamn woman comes right at me, and as I step one step to the side in the wink of a breath faster than her feet can carry her, I have Connor standing next to me, “She is making a rather spectacular come back.”

I only but grunt at him, “The only one doing anything spectacular is me kicking her as out of that rather unsightly beastly appearance.”

“Yes,” Connor only but bursts into a fit of laughter, “How did that work out for you the last time?”

“If I was you, I will shut the fuck out. Now fucking do something, because I don’t feel like killing a woman that all I want to do is fuck right now.”

And with that, she comes to stand in front of me, as she stands there towering me, I can almost say that she is smiling at the very remark that I had just thrown in her direction, so with a slight wink and a grin on my face, I stare deep into those eyes that still very much holds my beloved, “Well, you are one rather big distraction. Do you know how goddamn much I hate you right now? Fuck! You are driving me crazy.”

…Anastasia POV…

There is an evil that consumes me; it is a rage that is burning through veins that I can not control. I am drowning in the fury, I have made my resolve, someone here shall die today.

With only but a snap of my hand, I grip Sebastian around his throat in clear shock. And as my fingers are squeezing, I am shocked by the pleasure it brings me.

So I squeeze and a squeeze, closing on inches, tightening my grip. I want to hear him choke on my name as he chokes on his last breath.

But…

I want to play a game instead… So as Connor yells my name…

“Anastasia!”

…Sebastian POV…

She snarls, and then she releases the grip on my throat just enough to let me breathe again.

“Anastasia!” I try under a strained breath to calm her down to a state where she shall turn back to her true form, that of a true Vampire and not the beast that is now consuming her.

So as she still very much has her claw wrapped around my throat, Connor slowly but cautiously starts to approach her, one side slap from Anastasia, and he shall find himself on the floor. But he is bound to protect me, and that is what he shall do to death.

She snaps her left hand to his face, but she misses him by a mere inch. Yet he takes one step closer, then another and another.

She flings her arm wildly to the one side. She strikes him squarely into his face, but he remains firm on the ground.

Then she loses her balance, and she stumbles to the back. Her grip slips from my throat, and my body tumbles to the ground. Connor rushes towards me and helps me to stand from the floor.

This infuriates Anastasia as she edges her way towards where we are standing.

And as I find my voice, it thunders across the parking lot, “Anastasia! Stand down!”

I hear as Connor gulps. Then all is silent.

Then…

The voice of Ethan. “Anastasia.”

He is stopped dead in his tracks as he sees Anastasia come towards him.

She moves away from Ethan, slips past Connor and comes to stand in front of me again.

So I rip off what is left of my shredded shirt and toss it over to the side.

Connor stands next to me. This is what I have always admired about him; he shall fight for me until he shall not be able to stand.

And as I look over to Ethan, he takes his place opposite from Connor.

I look at them both with pure sadness on my face.

“Please try not to hurt her.”

We watch as she stands in the center of the circle that we have now formed around her. There is blood dripping from an open wound on her hand, her breathing is erratic, and the most grotesque sounds are coming from deep within her chest.

Then…

She is the first to make a move. Her body moves over the floor as she rapidly approaches me. Ethan and Connor step two steps back while I step one forward.

I ground my feet and wait for the impact. As she reaches to grab me, I hold her by her arms and try to wrestle her to the ground.

But…

She frees from my grip and smashes her palms into my chest. I fly backward into the wall behind me.

I jump onto my feet and move towards her; I crush my fists into her chest. She moans and stumbles back. 

Then…

She charges like a bull straight towards me; I slide to the side and push her back into the center. I drive her deeper and deeper into it with my hand very much wrapped around her throat.

“Anastasia, please stop!”

But…

She kicks as she wiggles her way away from me.

Then…

I pull her back as my hand tangles in her hair. 

Though…

She spins loose.

Connor smashes squarely into her body while Ethan puts force behind him to drive her to the middle of the middle of the circle again. She breaks loose and smashes them both into the wall behind.

I push forward and scrum my entire body into hers. She drops to the floor, and I immediately get on top of her, pinning her arms to the floor.

“Anastasia, please stop it!”

Connor comes to help push her down to the floor; Ethan joins his side and pins even harder. She squirms and growls as she kicks up a storm.

Then…

She manages to free herself loose; she smashes Ethan through the face. I hear something snap, and Ethan drops lifeless to the floor. She turns on Connor, and with a loud thud, she pushes his body into the very same wall again.

She grabs me by my throat and starts squeezing firm; with every inch, she starts to play at the bones in my neck.

Then…

I drive my hands into her shoulders; it pierces deep into her skin. She cries out in pain and slips from my grip.

But…

She comes for me again. I wrap my hand around her neck and start applying pressure.

Then…