Markus hadn't stopped walking towards them, he quirked an eyebrow at the fear in their eyes. He was going to enjoy this, he was going to make them suffer slowly for killing Mathias.
His canines cut the bottom of his lip, he licked at the blood on his lips. "You haven't answered me, so what betrayal?"
The adversaries banded closer to each other, "You... You killed your own kind and now-"
"Now fucking what? You shouldn't have taken my lover!"
"You are the vampire king! You shouldn't have a mortal lover!"
Markus paused, the anger was still feeling in his blood, so what if he killed his kind. Or rather his mother's kind, being a dhampyre had only brought him sorrow.
The adversaries took a few steps backwards, they knew that their time was up, "You shall be hunted for this! No other clan would take you in!"
Markus glared at them, "You think that I fucking care if another clan takes me in?"
He closed the distance between him and the adversaries and grabbed the one who stood in the front by the throat. "I do not fucking care! You all know well when you come between soulmates!"
The man spat in his face, "You can not be serious! A mortal? You took a filthy-"
Markus drowned out his words when his teeth sunk in his neck and tore out his throat. He dropped the body and watched as the others cowered in fear. "Not any of you have the right, to speak about him that way!"
They didn't utter a word, their eyes were fixated on him. Markus stepped over the body, his boots couldn't get any redder as they already were. "Do any of you object?"
They still didn't move or answer him, so Markus did them the favour and started counting, "Three-," He glared at them, "Run when I get to one," He held up his hand with only two fingers left, his fangs were itching.
He had gone past the point of no return, his blood raged. All of his victim's blood was screaming in his veins. "Two," He dropped another finger.
His veins awakened to the thrill he was going to get, the thrill of the hunt. Oh, and he was going to hunt, his castle floor wasn't going to be complete if he didn't add their blood to it. "One-"
The adversaries ran, as fast as their true vampiric blood ran through their veins. He closed his eyes, mist appeared around him and he appeared at the one who was running at the front. "You are too slow!"
His fangs found his throat and he ripped it out with his teeth. The blood was running like a river down his lips and on his shirt, his eyes darted. There were only four left, he widened his eyes and turned into a swarm of bats appearing next to another one who let out a squeal. "Yes squeal like the fucking pig you are!"
He pushed his hand through his torso and ripped out his heart, his gaze fell on the undead heart beating in the palm of his hand.
His nails and fingers dripped with blood, he crushed the heart in his palm. His heart was beating faster, he was enjoying this little game of cat and mouse. "Mathias, are you watching over me?"
His ears picked up the other two, they were pounding against the door. What fools they are... He had locked the whole castle down before leaving his room, no one could enter and no one was going to leave alive.
He approached them slowly, "You are not going to get the door open."
They turned to face him, there was pure horror on their faces. "You will be hunted-"
"You think I fucking care? I do not, of it means I can be with Mathias... Then my life is forfeited."
They stood shoulder to shoulder, Markus rolled his eyes. "You can never defeat me..."
The one adversary pounced on him and tried to sink his fangs into his neck, Markus gazed with one eye down on him.
He saw his eyes widening at the fact that he couldn't reach his throat, Markus chuckled. "You forget that I have drunk everyone's blood in this castle... I am blessed with the blood rage!"
He threw him backwards and he jumped the other adversary and sunk his fangs into him. He wasn't gentle as he tore out his throat, he closed his eyes in ecstasy... "More- I need more..."
He lifted his head as the last one of his adversaries stood up, "You are a fucking monster!"
Markus stood up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, "You call me a monster? In turn, you all were the true monsters!"
"You broke the rules!"
"I am the fucking Vampire king! I am supposed to make the rules! But no..."
Before the adversary could reply, Markus cut his jugular with his nail and watched as he crumpled to the floor. His blood sprayed all over the floor joining the rest in one big blood pool.
"Mathias... I have brought you justice..."
He turned to the entrance of his castle and pushed the doors open. The sun was high up in the sky and he took a step into the sunlight.
The sun grazed his skin hit he didn't burn... Being a half breed had its perks so it seemed. This was the first time he had stepped a foot in the sun.
His grandfather had always kept him in the dark, no one outside of this clan was supposed to know that he was a half breed. The pool of blood followed his steps outside of the door, from now on he was cursed. Cursed to walk the rest of eternity alone and unloved, he was going to be hunted from now on.
Markus walked over the bridge, he turned around and took one last look at the castle that was his home since he was a vampirling. "I will see you in the next life, Mathias."