The people inside were close to their age, they were all teenagers and from the looks of it, they were also acquainted. He did not pay much attention to what was going on inside the bus but was rather intrigued by what he saw outside. He leaned on his left hand and ignored everything else. Not too long after, someone bumped into his shoulder.
It was his little sister, even though their age difference was not that wide, she was still adorable. However, he knew most people would not get it. She did not have much of an expression on her face but because he had lived with her all his life and partly raised her, he could tell her face apart through her emotions. Mother was the same but, she was way better.
The main point was that, her little sister's face could not keep up with her emotions. Thus, many misunderstandings.
To him, she looked sleepy but no one could notice. He took her bag and placed it on the floor of the bus before giving her his shoulder to lean on. Not wasting anymore time, Immaculata took it. He went back to his posture and continued gazing outside. His right hand went into his pocket for warmth. It had been Halloween and they had not put much effort into wearing warm clothes as they were in their other form.
He almost let out a sigh. he was tired but could not sleep. He and his sister had forgotten about their previous wounds. They were yet to heal but it would only be a matter of time before their bodies gave out if nothing was done.
Inside his pocket, he felt something and pulled it out slowly as he avoided waking her up. Vatracco pulled out a piece of paper and on opening it, he recognized the handwriting. It belonged to his father.
The note read:
"One more thing, our Sir name is not Demargo but Dragonar. You will understand why when the time comes."
That's all it said but he did not get it, however, he kept it in mind. After reading the notes it burst into flames and just like that it was gone. Someone among the teenagers had taken note of the two and had been watching them all this time. He was particularly interested in the young lady seated next to the young lad. His anger went up a notch when he offered her his shoulder.
He had taken his thought off them a while but he could no longer take it. So he stood and approached them. Vatracco, who had been familiar with waves that came from people took note of this but pretended to ignore the malicious intent he felt oozing from the person approaching them. The young lad had a friendly face and he was the type of people Vatracco hated.
Before walking over to them, he had used his senses to search what race they belonged to. He sniffed the air and his brain took in all the information and separated it as he knew almost all the teenagers present. There were unknowns in the air and he could tell that it belonged to those two. They smelled like wolves. The scent from the lady was sweet but faint which meant she was either weak or recessive and if that was the case then he assumed the brother was no different.
'This is going to be easy,' he thought to himself
He came and stood next to Immaculata. The one who had occupied the seat opposite hers stood and let him have it. Everyone on the bus stopped what they were doing and looked over to what was about to unfold. The young lad seemed to have been someone important in this society but he was not going to let anyone break the promise he had made to their parents before they left.
The young lad had blue hair and blue eyes. He smelled of dog which meant that he was a wolf, just like he was. But, Vatracco could tell one thing, the pup before him was way weaker than himself and he was tempted to laugh but held it in. He almost let it out in a cough but still...held it in.
His chest heaved un-rhythmically as he tried his best to not give away his ignorance. His mind wondered off, everyone here was the same as him but his mind stopped when he realized his pheromones in the air just a bit towards Immaculata.
The ice popsicle stretched his hand toward her attempting to grab her hair. In a blink off an eye, his right hand had grabbed his sister and pulled her to his chest and his left hand had stopped the intruder's right in its tracks. Annoyed that he had been stopped he let out a threatening growl. Vatracco did not react but held his ground. He did not flinch either.
Those around them were amazed by this as the wolves present were already shivering from his growl. They all knew what was coming next and they could not wait to see what show these two would put on for them.
Immaculata had not stirred once in her sleep but continued to sleep as though nothing had happened. In fact, she snuggled in closer making the blue popsicle a little jealous.
"Unhand me you… don't you know who I am?"
"I don't. And am not interested." Vatracco said plainly while letting go of his hand.
He became angrier and his pheromones could be felt more vividly. He was declaring war on Vatracco but he could care less. He stood and everyone held their breath waiting for the show to begin. One of them even pulled out popcorn and began eating. It was a wonder where popcorn the popcorn came from. His growling became a little deeper and more intimidating but it did not affect him in the least.
Questions about who he really was did not even arise in his mind as he was blindly letting his rage control him. Most of the wolves present could be seen shivering and cowering in fear as the intimidation got to a bit out of hand, the more it affected the others. Only those of the same rank as he, were better off and not affected at all.
His eyes glowed red indicating that he was an alpha but Vatracco made his sister comfortable before looking outside. He raised his fist and attempted to punch him but stopped mid way. His instincts told him to run and hide. If there had been more space in the bus, he could have jumped further away and headed for the hills. Vatracco was heard growling but it was too low for one to hear. He sighed.
"Who did you say you were again?" he asked still looking outside.
Silence.
"Randle Vectron. Noble." A random student answered when they noticed he did not answer.
Some teenagers had noticed the faint intense air that had spread thinly in air which made him stop. They were all unaffected by his aura but something made them look at the scene. The same thing that made him stop. And they all thought the same thing, that it came from, him.
"Well little runt, I'll only say this once so pay attention." Vatracco began.
His aura was so threatening that the whole bus fell dead silent. They all sensed the same thing, death. No one dared move. Some off them smiled at the thrill this guy had brought them. They enjoyed this threatening feeling. Prevents in the making. But all of them did not breathe. They all waited to see how it turned out. The bus screeched as the driver felt it too but he continued driving. His hands sweaty.
He might have been in a position to interfere, but he couldn't.
"Do not provoke me or think that you can get away by wanting to use my sister on a whim." He slowly turned and looked at him.
Everyone froze when they saw the color of his eyes. They glowed purple, momentarily before coming back to a close. Those were the eyes of an apex wolf, the King of all wolves. Their power was twenty times stronger than that of an alpha and it did not stop there. After learning to control their power, it was said that they were hundred times stronger. Randle knew he was already a dead man.
But, he was still confused as to why they only momentarily glowed.
A small knife was thrown toward them, and Immaculata held it. Her eyes were still closed. Another deathly aura was felt but this time everyone shuddered and the bus came to a sudden halt. She opened her eyes and stared at the person who had thrown it. He had stood and was leaning on one of the seats but when she looked at him, he flinched and almost fell over.
Her eyes were glowing but it was a legendary color as well but it was of a different race. Her eyes were black but her irises were gold. She was a mystic, a type of apex too but that of a vampire. She was a supreme vampire but how can that be when the two were siblings? Unless…
"W-w-who are you?" Randle finally asked.
Vatracco looked at him and so did Immaculata.
"Vatracco and Immaculata Dragonar." Vatracco replied.