The vampires having been instructed by their leader, jumped into the night. Their signal, he had told them, was Lord Elvin climbing the stage, and the moment Primrose's father did climb that platform, they scattered. It was at that time Gwen turned and saw one of them.
The words hooked in her throat and her body froze like a statue. To her left, her husband had climbed the stage and was now giving his speech, receiving the full attention of the people below the stage and to her right, those who listened to his words as serious as it was. Now, she was the only one seeing the danger before them. The one the vampire had his eyes on. One wrong move, just a bad step and it would be her end, first before the others.
" —so, as we gather for the forty-third Halloween festival today. As we embrace this celebration that brought us all wards. May God be with us. Be with our husbands, our wives, be with our children and give us peace. May He..... ".
Her husband's voice turned to a backdrop as the vampire squinted his eyes. His brows went down as though plummeting down his nose. They made him look terrifying. In fear, she saw him running his tongue across his fangs.
She could feel her hand shaking at the side. Her husband was still there, the people were listening and if she was to shout, no one would hear. She would be silenced before reaching Elvin. But she has to do something. She would have to alert everyone of the impending danger.
Lady Elvin with firm determination looked at the vampire one last time before taking a shaky breath and a step back. She threw her hands in the air " V-v-vampires ". Her voice, louder than her husband's. The vampire leaped at her.
Lord Elvin tore his eyes from the crowd and faced her the moment he heard her voice. At that minute, he saw a man jump on his wife and bury his fangs into her neck. He watched in anger his beloved wide trembling under the vampire's grip and soon she was on the ground lifeless. His eyes turned red with his fist clenching at his side. He could not anything. He was late.
" Arggh!!!!. Vampires. They are here ".
" Everybody run ".
" The Vampires are here ".
Soon the market square was turned into a slaughterhouse as more vampires joined. The streets became noisy with the sounds of people running and their screams filling the air of Haloria.
A young woman struggled to free herself as one of the vampires held her down with her shoulders. She kicked at him whilst trying to peel his hands off her. In the end, he gripped her neck and sucked her dry.
A lad ran as one of the vampires came after him. He was caught still by another and he became a meal to the one that had caught him.
A man stretched his hands wild to protect his family while ordering them to run. The vampire that stood ready to attack, smirked and clicked his tongue before going for his head and swiping it off his body. His family was soon to join as the vampire took a jump and landed in front of the man's wife. He buried his fangs into her neck and sucked from her, inserting fear In the minds of the children. Dropping her body to the ground, he went after each of them, the children, in a total of three.
Lord Elvin stood on the stage with heaviness in his heart. His eyes bled as he watched his people being beheaded or drained of their blood. Men, women, youths, and children were dragged like nothing and treated as a meal. His wife laid lifeless below the stage. Her skin had turned pale and her lips, purple. A turmoil started within as he clenched harder his fists, feeling his blood boil.
" You shouldn't pity her much, because you would be next ". A masculine voice spoke from behind him. Lord Elvin did not look the least frightened or steered at the voice. His eyes stilled only on his wife's body.
He descended the stage and walked to her, halting by her side. Kneeling, he held her in his arms. Her body, as cold as ice. The dam broke. He cried profusely.
Amid the cries and screams, Lord Elvin's cry stood distinctly. He was not crying because he was being pursued, neither was he crying because his loved one was being attacked. In his arms, laid the cold body of his wife. the woman of his youth. " Your men killed her ". His voice was hoarse and rough. Pain and anger twined in it.
" She was foolish ".
Elvin's knee became weak and feeble to hold his body up. He shifted to a comfortable position, sitting and holding his wife's corpse. Indeed, she was foolish. Very foolish. She shouldn't have shouted. The bracelet on her wrist was enough to make them know she was his wife. His free hand rubbed the bracelet. Pink and with purple beads. Enough to show she was of his house.
That slight movement of Elvin brought his high shoulders down, filling the space with the frame of the man that spoke. The black raven hair that flew behind him in the wind, the eye patch that stood him apart from the rest of the vampires. The uncovered eye was as it was, as black as it could be. The mouthpart, the fangs, elongated still.
" I knew it from the beginning. You are not your father's blood. No blood of your father would do this. To break a deal that has stood for generations. You bastard ". Elvin cursed.
" Edgar– ". The vampire prompted. " —Edgar, it is. Only my father's blood would forget that the deal got broken the day he died ".
Lord Elvin stilled, receiving his words as a slap on his face. The body of his wife turned frozen to his touch. Every passing minute in the silence that entered let the coldness sip into his fingers. Raw and dead as it was.