CHAPTER 4 MOONLIGHT
“Mihnea come here, I smell vermin,” called Vlad
Suddenly loud shouts emit from the nursery room.
“Mihnea, lycanthropes art invading the house. They are heading to toward the babes,” Voica shrieked.
“Mama naibii căţelele,” Vlad and Mihnea swore in unison as they flew up the halls and various corridors on their way to the nursery. As they came to the top floor part of the pack of wolves attacked.
Among the silvery pack of bloodhounds were two leaders.
The alpha leader had a coat of blood red with a pure white chest, eyes of a dark luminous orange. Between its eyes it bears a pentacle of a black outline as if it were branded on moments ago. The lycan’s claws were black, jagged and seemed to be made of obsidian, with a blood stained appearance.
The beta leader had a coat of pure black with mass and multiple symbols of daemonic origin. It had one eye the color completely white with a green iris, and the other completely black with a red iris. On the back of its head it bears the same mark as the others all have a pentacle in the appearance of a burn. The hell spawned canine had claws green from age, scaly giving off the putrid stench of rotting flesh probably from its victims.
“Let’s kill some dogs,” shouted Mihnea as the largest wolf of the pack charged at him.
Teeth bared and stained with its fallen victims’ blood the wolf lunges at Mihnea’s throat. Sensing the move Mihnea stepped away from the nausea inducing jaws. Noticing the movement of its victim the wolf bites down on the nearest thing, which happened to be Mihnea’s left wrist. Clamping tightly the wolf twists and rips Mihnea’s wrist off with a loud crack and a disturbing crunching sound.
Vlad noticing that Mihnea is injured rushes over to him “Need any assistance?” Vlad questions.
Mihnea, now with a broken arm with a limp hand responded “No, don’t want thou to injure thine self,” Mihnea responded back.
Next Mihnea did the unthinkable; he tackled the wolf and went for its jugular artery with his mouth. The wolf, surprised by the move turned its head to bite into Mihnea’s shoulder. That was just the opening Mihnea was waiting for, as soon as the wolf turned his head Mihnea pinned its head down with his broken arm and impaled its neck with his fangs. Rapidly Mihnea began to drink the wolf’s blood.
Almost instantaneously after Mihnea started to drink did his stump of a hand started to bubble and sear sickeningly. Then a gigantuous bubble of gory flesh formed and began to fill with a gelatinous liquid the color of vomit. It began to swell, the innards of it began to swirl and glow then thicken. Within the bubble a silvery stream began to flow then thicken. The silvery liquid then got so hard that when it reached the edge of the bubble it popped and astoundingly there was a skeletal hand.
As soon as the hand formed the vomit colored gel then started to change colors and spread out upon the hand and turns into a rancid pus colored liquid, veins then started to form through the pussy mess. The hand then turned a sickly maroon and started to solidify.
Mihnea stares dumbstruck as skin then starts to form over his hand. Black fur then starts to form over his hand and works its way up his arm till it came to his elbow and stopped
He’s broken arm then started to twist and turn, making cracking and grinding sounds as it bends. A bone then protrudes out of his fleshy forearm. It keeps protruding till eventually the bone comes completely out. The area on which the bone came out of then started to disintegrate to the shoulder.
Mihnea’s chest then began to swell and bulge in the center till an odd shape of an arm formed opposing his shoulder. With a muffled scream the arm torn clean through his chest skin and snapped into place on his shoulder.
The torn skin upon his chest then started to scab up and form sickly scar tissue.
As Mihnea was healing a wolf of the pack attacked, Vlad intercepted it and ripped its heart out faster than the eye can follow.
“Art thou sure thou dosth not need help?” Vlad boasts.
“Can it, ye baboon, don’t need you breaking thine self,” chortled Mihnea.
“Yet thou art the one who is healing, while I killed thy other attacker swiftly. Yet I took no damage.”
The pack of wolves starts to circle their prey. Mihnea and Vlad thou busy conversing and pay no attention to the wolves, as if they thou nonexistent organisms of pure imagination.
The Beta Wolf then attempts to pounce upon Vlad, suddenly Vlad turns around with lighting speed. He plunges his hand deep into the wolfs throat, the wolf sensing danger then clamps its jaws down with such force that it severs through Vlad’s arm leaving a jagged bite wound .
“La Dracu Naibii Morte!” Vlad shouts more out of shock then pain from the wound.
“Primitive bat, thou cannot defeat me. Admit that thou have met thine superior. Bow before my feet and beg for thou life or face a fate far worse than death!” the Beta wolf boasts as it transmorphs into its human form.
Mihnea noticing the peril of the situation runs to the nearest wall and pulls a Katana out of one of the family’s crests.
Mihnea hen charges behind the Lycanthrope and swings the sword at the base of its neck. Instantly the man turns grabs the blade and snaps it in two in one motion.
“Thou honestly thought ye could kill…” Mihnea darts his hand out and rips out the wolf man’s throat while he was talking in mid sentence.
“Thou talk too much ye insufferable pup,” Mihnea taunts as his spits on the body.
“Hand me that sword yonder in thine hand,” Vlad says rather weakly as if life itself was slowly draining out of his body.
“Why cannot get it thousel...” Mihnea starts then looks at the blood leaking out of the wound upon Vlad’s severed arm, and hands over the shattered weapon.
Immediately upon being handed the sword Vlad slices the Wolfman open by slicing from the larynx to the navel then coming back at angles toward each nipple. He reaches in, grabs under the ribs and rips them out by digging his hand into the top of the collar bone and jerking it till it snaps off. With a loud crack the body breaks open, and Vlad removes his severed off ligament from the interior of the furry beast’s innards.
When the limb was free from the beast Vlad realigned the severed off limb into proper place. Next he removes the heart of his fallen adversary from the gory flesh of its remaining chest cavity.
Like a feral animal Vlad gouges carnivorously into the heart with his fangs, feasting feverishly upon the organ his wrist starts to crack, twist and grind to a proper position till the wrists skin heals over it and the bones fuse and solidify.
The alpha wolf starts to bark commands at the pack, half of them all circle Vlad and Mihnea. The other half flees the room with the alpha leader toward the upward floor, near the nursery.
“Dracu la căţelele,” Vlad swears as he beheads 5 wolfs with one massive swing of his recently acquired sword.
“Where is Voica?” Mihnea questions worriedly.
“What a stupid question, she is in the nursery, dimwit,” Vlad teases
“Dimwit? Art not thou the one that shoved thou arm into a wolf’s mouth knowing it shall bite thou arm off?” Mihnea counters.
A loud scream of terror emits from the upper floor.
“What the hell?” Mihnea shouts as he slowly starts to give a way to his starving rage and thirst for blood. Recklessly Mihnea charges at the pack encircling them, with lightning reflexes he took on and bested twelve of the twenty-four lycanthropes. He would have killed them all if Vlad had not stopped his rage.
Speedily Vlad mentally connects with Mihnea stopping this deadly rampage in its tracks.
“Why father, dosth thou not want them dead?” Mihnea inquires.
“Yes we need them dead, but tis my turn,” Vlad cackles manically, emphasizing on the my in his phrase.
With a speed unmatched in the history of time and shan’t be for many a year to come, Vlad removes a blade from his bag and charges at the remaining twelve killing them all in minimal time.
The remaining leader feeling the deaths of his pack fall heavily upon his shoulders spoke.
“Please I beg of thee let me leave in peace and I shall not return nor shall my clan till the day of my death,” pleads the leader in a gruff horse voice of pain and sufferance.
“Leave now, before logic enters our brains and we feast upon thou soul!” Vlad shouts fighting back the urge to rips his throat out via his nose.
Upon the utterance of those words the lycanthrope jumps out a window fifty feet to its left.
“Why have thou let them escape?” Voica ponders aloud as Mihnea and Vlad enter the nursery.
“There has been enough bloodshed for one day; life is but a rose in the winter, if abused it will wilt and die, but if sheltered and cherished it shall live immortally and blossom into a truly beautiful plant,” explains Vlad “If I were to kill him it would be like killing a beautiful thing before it has time to show its true nature to this world.”
“How art the little runts of thine?” Vlad teases as he walks to their cribs.
Vlad reaches in and picks up the cooing Draco; as soon as Draco touched the blood upon his grandfather’s robe then his face writhed with pain he screams out a cry of great suffering and pain.
Almost instantaneously Vlad placed Draco down back into the crib.
Upon the crib Draco starts to grow muscular more than a baby should be then his skin starts to tint red and he starts to grow more and more hairy. Teeth elongate out of his jaws.
As soon at Vlad notices the changes he takes off his family crest ring from around his neck and places the silver ring over Draco’s heart. Almost instantly Draco makes an animalistic cry of torture as his skin returns to normal and the hair upon his body retreats back into his skin.
Vlad then looks over the baby and spots a strange mark on the heel of his left foot, a black pentagram the sign of a werewolf. As soon as he saw that he picked up Drakan, and a similar thing happened: the screams of pain, the muscularity the teeth, but no hair. As he looked for the symbol he found a slightly fainter red pentagram on his left hand.
“La Dracu!” Vlad curses upon the sight of the foul symbols. “They are infected, but there is no bite scar, and they have not died,” Vlad declared fearfully.
Suddenly loud shouts emit from the nursery room.
“Mihnea, lycanthropes art invading the house. They are heading to toward the babes,” Voica shrieked.
“Mama naibii căţelele,” Vlad and Mihnea swore in unison as they flew up the halls and various corridors on their way to the nursery. As they came to the top floor part of the pack of wolves attacked.
Among the silvery pack of bloodhounds were two leaders.
The alpha leader had a coat of blood red with a pure white chest, eyes of a dark luminous orange. Between its eyes it bears a pentacle of a black outline as if it were branded on moments ago. The lycan’s claws were black, jagged and seemed to be made of obsidian, with a blood stained appearance.
The beta leader had a coat of pure black with mass and multiple symbols of daemonic origin. It had one eye the color completely white with a green iris, and the other completely black with a red iris. On the back of its head it bears the same mark as the others all have a pentacle in the appearance of a burn. The hell spawned canine had claws green from age, scaly giving off the putrid stench of rotting flesh probably from its victims.
“Let’s kill some dogs,” shouted Mihnea as the largest wolf of the pack charged at him.
Teeth bared and stained with its fallen victims’ blood the wolf lunges at Mihnea’s throat. Sensing the move Mihnea stepped away from the nausea inducing jaws. Noticing the movement of its victim the wolf bites down on the nearest thing, which happened to be Mihnea’s left wrist. Clamping tightly the wolf twists and rips Mihnea’s wrist off with a loud crack and a disturbing crunching sound.
Vlad noticing that Mihnea is injured rushes over to him “Need any assistance?” Vlad questions.
Mihnea, now with a broken arm with a limp hand responded “No, don’t want thou to injure thine self,” Mihnea responded back.
Next Mihnea did the unthinkable; he tackled the wolf and went for its jugular artery with his mouth. The wolf, surprised by the move turned its head to bite into Mihnea’s shoulder. That was just the opening Mihnea was waiting for, as soon as the wolf turned his head Mihnea pinned its head down with his broken arm and impaled its neck with his fangs. Rapidly Mihnea began to drink the wolf’s blood.
Almost instantaneously after Mihnea started to drink did his stump of a hand started to bubble and sear sickeningly. Then a gigantuous bubble of gory flesh formed and began to fill with a gelatinous liquid the color of vomit. It began to swell, the innards of it began to swirl and glow then thicken. Within the bubble a silvery stream began to flow then thicken. The silvery liquid then got so hard that when it reached the edge of the bubble it popped and astoundingly there was a skeletal hand.
As soon as the hand formed the vomit colored gel then started to change colors and spread out upon the hand and turns into a rancid pus colored liquid, veins then started to form through the pussy mess. The hand then turned a sickly maroon and started to solidify.
Mihnea stares dumbstruck as skin then starts to form over his hand. Black fur then starts to form over his hand and works its way up his arm till it came to his elbow and stopped
He’s broken arm then started to twist and turn, making cracking and grinding sounds as it bends. A bone then protrudes out of his fleshy forearm. It keeps protruding till eventually the bone comes completely out. The area on which the bone came out of then started to disintegrate to the shoulder.
Mihnea’s chest then began to swell and bulge in the center till an odd shape of an arm formed opposing his shoulder. With a muffled scream the arm torn clean through his chest skin and snapped into place on his shoulder.
The torn skin upon his chest then started to scab up and form sickly scar tissue.
As Mihnea was healing a wolf of the pack attacked, Vlad intercepted it and ripped its heart out faster than the eye can follow.
“Art thou sure thou dosth not need help?” Vlad boasts.
“Can it, ye baboon, don’t need you breaking thine self,” chortled Mihnea.
“Yet thou art the one who is healing, while I killed thy other attacker swiftly. Yet I took no damage.”
The pack of wolves starts to circle their prey. Mihnea and Vlad thou busy conversing and pay no attention to the wolves, as if they thou nonexistent organisms of pure imagination.
The Beta Wolf then attempts to pounce upon Vlad, suddenly Vlad turns around with lighting speed. He plunges his hand deep into the wolfs throat, the wolf sensing danger then clamps its jaws down with such force that it severs through Vlad’s arm leaving a jagged bite wound .
“La Dracu Naibii Morte!” Vlad shouts more out of shock then pain from the wound.
“Primitive bat, thou cannot defeat me. Admit that thou have met thine superior. Bow before my feet and beg for thou life or face a fate far worse than death!” the Beta wolf boasts as it transmorphs into its human form.
Mihnea noticing the peril of the situation runs to the nearest wall and pulls a Katana out of one of the family’s crests.
Mihnea hen charges behind the Lycanthrope and swings the sword at the base of its neck. Instantly the man turns grabs the blade and snaps it in two in one motion.
“Thou honestly thought ye could kill…” Mihnea darts his hand out and rips out the wolf man’s throat while he was talking in mid sentence.
“Thou talk too much ye insufferable pup,” Mihnea taunts as his spits on the body.
“Hand me that sword yonder in thine hand,” Vlad says rather weakly as if life itself was slowly draining out of his body.
“Why cannot get it thousel...” Mihnea starts then looks at the blood leaking out of the wound upon Vlad’s severed arm, and hands over the shattered weapon.
Immediately upon being handed the sword Vlad slices the Wolfman open by slicing from the larynx to the navel then coming back at angles toward each nipple. He reaches in, grabs under the ribs and rips them out by digging his hand into the top of the collar bone and jerking it till it snaps off. With a loud crack the body breaks open, and Vlad removes his severed off ligament from the interior of the furry beast’s innards.
When the limb was free from the beast Vlad realigned the severed off limb into proper place. Next he removes the heart of his fallen adversary from the gory flesh of its remaining chest cavity.
Like a feral animal Vlad gouges carnivorously into the heart with his fangs, feasting feverishly upon the organ his wrist starts to crack, twist and grind to a proper position till the wrists skin heals over it and the bones fuse and solidify.
The alpha wolf starts to bark commands at the pack, half of them all circle Vlad and Mihnea. The other half flees the room with the alpha leader toward the upward floor, near the nursery.
“Dracu la căţelele,” Vlad swears as he beheads 5 wolfs with one massive swing of his recently acquired sword.
“Where is Voica?” Mihnea questions worriedly.
“What a stupid question, she is in the nursery, dimwit,” Vlad teases
“Dimwit? Art not thou the one that shoved thou arm into a wolf’s mouth knowing it shall bite thou arm off?” Mihnea counters.
A loud scream of terror emits from the upper floor.
“What the hell?” Mihnea shouts as he slowly starts to give a way to his starving rage and thirst for blood. Recklessly Mihnea charges at the pack encircling them, with lightning reflexes he took on and bested twelve of the twenty-four lycanthropes. He would have killed them all if Vlad had not stopped his rage.
Speedily Vlad mentally connects with Mihnea stopping this deadly rampage in its tracks.
“Why father, dosth thou not want them dead?” Mihnea inquires.
“Yes we need them dead, but tis my turn,” Vlad cackles manically, emphasizing on the my in his phrase.
With a speed unmatched in the history of time and shan’t be for many a year to come, Vlad removes a blade from his bag and charges at the remaining twelve killing them all in minimal time.
The remaining leader feeling the deaths of his pack fall heavily upon his shoulders spoke.
“Please I beg of thee let me leave in peace and I shall not return nor shall my clan till the day of my death,” pleads the leader in a gruff horse voice of pain and sufferance.
“Leave now, before logic enters our brains and we feast upon thou soul!” Vlad shouts fighting back the urge to rips his throat out via his nose.
Upon the utterance of those words the lycanthrope jumps out a window fifty feet to its left.
“Why have thou let them escape?” Voica ponders aloud as Mihnea and Vlad enter the nursery.
“There has been enough bloodshed for one day; life is but a rose in the winter, if abused it will wilt and die, but if sheltered and cherished it shall live immortally and blossom into a truly beautiful plant,” explains Vlad “If I were to kill him it would be like killing a beautiful thing before it has time to show its true nature to this world.”
“How art the little runts of thine?” Vlad teases as he walks to their cribs.
Vlad reaches in and picks up the cooing Draco; as soon as Draco touched the blood upon his grandfather’s robe then his face writhed with pain he screams out a cry of great suffering and pain.
Almost instantaneously Vlad placed Draco down back into the crib.
Upon the crib Draco starts to grow muscular more than a baby should be then his skin starts to tint red and he starts to grow more and more hairy. Teeth elongate out of his jaws.
As soon at Vlad notices the changes he takes off his family crest ring from around his neck and places the silver ring over Draco’s heart. Almost instantly Draco makes an animalistic cry of torture as his skin returns to normal and the hair upon his body retreats back into his skin.
Vlad then looks over the baby and spots a strange mark on the heel of his left foot, a black pentagram the sign of a werewolf. As soon as he saw that he picked up Drakan, and a similar thing happened: the screams of pain, the muscularity the teeth, but no hair. As he looked for the symbol he found a slightly fainter red pentagram on his left hand.
“La Dracu!” Vlad curses upon the sight of the foul symbols. “They are infected, but there is no bite scar, and they have not died,” Vlad declared fearfully.
