Cole's POV:
I waited outside by Meynard's side. We were waiting for Lamia's orders. She had went in with a few people to a tiny cabin. It was sitting by a lake that reflected the stars of the night sky off it. We were on the outskirts of a new territory. It was north and there were unfamiliar scents here. It was vague and I could tell this side of the territory wasn't under surveillance. I stared toward the woods as I could hear my sister's crying inside of the building. Something was going on inside, she was there and Lamia had got what she wanted. I was trembling alone. My thoughts were going in circles as I wondered what was happening in there. I didn't want to find out though.
"Some of the men detect a large body of wolves coming this way," the driver of our car said as he tapped a side piece in his ear. "Sounds like they've picked up on our invasion."
"I better let Lamia know," Meynard said as he looked towards me. "She didn't need you here after all. The least you could do is go make yourself useful and tell her we need to leave. Tell her to wrap things up in there." I flinched at his words as I looked towards the cabin hesitantly.
"No," I begged him.
"You don't get a choice."
I tensed with horror. I was stiffened by the very thought of what was going on inside. I slowly made my way to the door and entered the cabin. Guards separated as they recognized me. I was led into the private room the two must've shared. My eyes caught on quickly what was happening.
"Edmund," Vivienne cried out quietly as she reached an arm out towards a baby caught in Lamia's arms. I recognized immediately it must have been her son. Vivienne gave birth here to a son! I was shocked as I froze with horror. They hadn't noticed me yet. I was invisible in the crowd of guards here to support Lamia. Lamia's face turned into a crooked smile. She stomped over towards Vivienne and put her foot over her head. Pressing downwards. Vivienne screamed and dug her nails into the vampire's skin as she clawed. I heard her bones break before I saw what happened. Lamia finished putting her weight down on her head. Thunk. The eyes plummeted first out of her skull.
Lamia looked at the vampires suddenly and our eyes met briefly in acknowledgement, I whispered it was time to go. It was so low only her eyes would pick up the movement of my lips and understand their meaning. She looked at the vampires holding Brendon to a bed. He had been nailed there in some cross of humiliation. I could tell he had put up a struggle to get free but the vampires would not allow him to break free.
"Pull him apart," Lamia ordered. "He cannot be of any use to me now."
"What about the baby?" The vampire asked holding my nephew's corpse.
"Raise it," she instructed. "I don't care whatever happens to it but do not kill it." It's already dead, Lamia? What did she mean by raise it? She just killed it... My eyes went back to the infant in curiosity. I could see it's index finger twitch of some form of animation. Lamia watched as the vampires began to tear apart Brendon but I didn't continue to stand in the room. Instead, I was following the vampires outside as we were leaving. My stomach was flipping as I tried not to think of the horrors I just witnessed in the room. They did not find Eder, I take it. I'm sure she didn't get the answers she wanted from them. I locked eyes with Meynard as we stepped out of the cabin only to find him glaring down the corpse of the infant.
"What is this? A sick joke?" His old scraggle voice would turn sour at the first sounds of the baby's reanimation as it screamed. The vampire holding it held it out with disgust as she wept from the annoying noise it made. I walked over fast and took the baby as I cradled it to my chest the same way I used to with Niall's baby. I shushed it into silence as I gave it my fingers as a reassurance, I would take care of him. Who was this little guy again? Edmund...
"This is Edmund," I mumbled sweetly. I looked into his eyes as he stared back at me with pain I never knew before. I could tell he was confused with what just happened to him. I was as well, but he was a miracle in my eyes.
Lamia stepped outside with murderous eyes as she glared us all down. I could tell she was angry about this fruitless adventure. I got in the car fast as I didn't want her to come for Edmund and change her mind about him living. I kissed his forehead as I vowed to protect him with all my life. I would keep him alive from now on at all costs. I heard a howl close by as the pack signaled, they knew of our presence. Lamia got in the car with me as she instinctively knew it was time to go. I saw Menard order the vampires back in their cars. The engine turned on and we began to drive off. The cars turned off down this old, secluded dirt road faster than Santa's sleigh. When we were barely in ear shot of the house, I heard a boom. I turned around in my seat quickly as I watched the house blown apart, wood from the cabin scattered through the snow and an explosion of smoke erupted into the sky as a fire began to eat away at what remained.
My face paled as I looked with horror at the scene. I could only be left with the same feelings of the night of the fire at the warehouse. I imagined they used the gas stove to light the flames of this disaster.
"Did you find anything useful there?" Meynard asked casually.
"No. I'm just glad that's over. It'll be a warning not to fuck with me," Lamia said as she glanced out of the corner of her eye at me. I snuggled Edmund closer to my chest as I slipped to the edge of the seat and pressed up against the child-locked door. "Those umbilics didn't have the slightest clue where Eder is. Looks like he fooled me," she said with a distaste in her mouth. "He's playing me, this is a game. He left with Niall that night, I know it. Niall must've reawakened him and they left together." Her fist balled up with anger as she was trying to figure out what happened that night. "None of this had anything to do with Vivienne," she decided. She looked absolutely angered from the very thought of being toyed with.
"We'll find him," Menard promised her as he looked out his window with a dissatisfied look on his face. "Wherever those two might be."
I'm sure he will be difficult to find. He left her at the right moment. He would be insane to come back to her now. She would probably kill him for the desertion. No, I don't think she would kill him. That would ruin her whole obsession over him. You can't possess something dead.
"Agh!" The driver growled suddenly making us all tense up as the car sleeted while he jerked the steering wheel making us go straight into a ditch, making us all rise in our seats and hit out heads. The car kept speeding through the ditch as he swerved to get back on the road. I patted Edmund's head to calm him down as he started to cry. Lamia hissed at us... I looked out the window to see a pack of gigantic wolves running into the middle of the road and forcing our vehicles into mayhem as we avoided wrecking.
I turned to see behind us vehicles were already crashing into trees. I leaned forward as I braced myself to protect Edmund. It's an ambush! Meynard was right, there was a pack coming but this seems like more than we anticipated. The wolves were acting like a maniac as they threatened their own lives to stop our vehicles. Meynard looked back at us.
"I can take care of this," he suggested to Lamia. "We knew the risks of coming this far into King Lennon's territory. They probably have orders to kill you on sight." The driver swerved us back onto the road as we dodged wolves chasing us. Their eyes beckoning me as I glanced up to see them spotting me inside. They know I'm here; I could feel it. I clung to Edmund. I felt the side of the car pop as one slammed into the side door I was on. Their growls rumbled over the engine's. I was sure I spotted a few familiar coats in the fur of wolves out there in the road.
"They can't take Cole from us," Lamia said as she caught on to who they were after in this pursuit. "Run them over if you have to," she ordered the driver. I watched the driver give a puzzled look. Running over one of these wolves could do some serious damage to a car. It would be worse than hitting a southern American deer. These wolves are the size of dire wolves, if not bigger! It was like they were eating cartons of eggs for breakfast.
"Right," Meynard said as he suddenly rolled down the window and stuck his arm out for it to transform into the long black shiny blade that he was able to control as if it was another part of him. He swung it as a wolf was beginning to leap towards the car and he slashed its underbelly open. I heard the wolf whimper as it tumbled under. I could hear the vehicle in pursuit behind us run it over in it's tracks and a dying yip hit my ears.
Edmund broke out into screams as he didn't like the commotion. I heard Lamia growl with her own distaste now of Edmund being here. She grabbed my arm and dug her nails into my flesh.
"Shut that thing up or I will kill it again!" She ordered me. I cried out in pain. I bit down on my lip as I sucked in the pain and rocked Edmund in my arms.
"Don't cry," I begged the infant. Lamia snatched it from me as I clearly could do nothing to silence him. She made eye contact with the child and in a few seconds the baby zipped its lips as if under a trance. She held it back over to me before breaking out of her cloak to reveal an armored material covering vital organs of her body. She nodded as Meynard glanced back at her.
"Stop the car," Meynard ordered the driver. We slammed into a complete stop. My head hit the back of the seat and I looked out the window to see wolves gathering around us. We were being outnumbered as our comrades that had been following us were picked off in a matter of seconds. We only had two other vehicles that made it out of the frogger-like attacks the werewolves made.
"Stay inside the car," Lamia ordered me. I gulped as I looked after her worriedly. What does she mean stay in the car? Is she seriously going out there? I looked around us as I counted at least thirty pairs of yellow wolf eyes predatorily stalking her every move.
"You're crazy!" I shot at her with disbelief. She's going to die out there!
Why would I care if she died? I locked the doors as soon as they were out of the car to protect myself from them. Surely, I won't be put on the to-die list, right? I don't have any say on rather I do or not follow Lamia. I'm here as a hostage. Not of my own free will. Good riddance, maybe she will die.