"HELP!"
"RUN!"
"AHHHH!"
Screams of despair and agony echoed throughout the forest. Bodies dropped 1 by 1 as the area of the battle eventually became a forest of blood. The stench of blood was so thick that it could make an ordinary person's stomach turn.
'MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE'
Ambrose's glowing eyes became frenzied and chaotic as he quickened in his killing spree. Not long after, there was only one left. Ambrose grabbed the Vampire by the neck and started slamming his head into the ground.
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
SQUISH!
The Vampire's head and brain were eventually turned mush.
"HUFF! HUFF!"
Slowly undoing his transformation, Ambrose's body slowly shrank to it's original size. Covered from head to toe in blood, Ambrose ran over to John and Clara.
Seeing them both standing and completely fine, Ambrose became extremely confused; "How are your wounds healed so quickly?"
"Hehehe." Clara giggled; "My white flames not only burn with extreme heat, but they also have healing properties as well."
"Healing properties? Do you know the limits of this ability?" Ambrose inquired.
"No, I just found out my Power Over Fire had this ability. The flames moved on their own to heal dad by engulfing him." Clara stated.
"Clara." Ambrose said; "Burn all of these corpses, I don't want to go through the hassle of burying them."
"Yes little brother."
SWOOSH!
Whites flames danced around the battlefield. Not only were the corpses burned into ashes, all of the blood and gore were also carefully erased from existence. It could be seen that Clara's control on her her Power Over Fire is already at a master's level.
CREAK!
Ambrose and Clara look up at Astar sitting on a branch with a bored look on his face. Like the slaughter that just happened was just an every day moment in his life.
Clara quickly got into a defensive stance. She had not been at the house when Ambrose went home and was occupied fighting Vampires. Clearly Astar did not make him presence known until now.
'Crap, I forgot he followed me into the forest.'
"You did well kid, although it's not saying much considering how weak those small fries are." Astar lazily voiced out.
John stared at Astar for a few minutes as if trying to see through him and then turned to Ambrose; "Ambrose, who is this?"
Clara also looked towards Ambrose for answers.
SIGH!
Ambrose explained; "This is Astar De Wraith, he belongs to, or used to belong to the pack in which I was born. According to him I am his direct descendant."
GULP!
John swallows a huge lump of saliva and starts sweating profusely.
"De Wraith… the Midnight Pack…." John looked at Ambrose with complicated eyes and continued; "I always thought your origin was somewhat special but I only thought you came from a medium sized pack, not a major one and especially the Midnight Pack…"
John then bowed his head in respect with an right hand across his on the left side of his chest.
"Lord De Wraith, it is an honour to meet you."
Astar just waved his hand. He was not a person who cared for such formalities; "Forget about it, let's just go back. I haven't eaten all day because of this brat's drama."
"Huh?! Say that again old man?!."
"You think I won't say it?! I'M HUNGRY BRAT!"
Ambrose felt his blood pressure rising; "I think it's time for the younger generation to teach the old!" Ambrose quickly ran after the old man who disappeared quickly, knowing Ambrose would definitely chase him around for provoking him.
John and Clara just looked at each other with mutual understanding.
SIGH!
They both headed back to the house.
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Eventually, everybody made it back to the house. First it was John and Clara, the latter of whom healed Darren under the shocked eyes of her mother. Astar came back early, bragging about how he tricked Ambrose into chasing a false scent of him. Last but not least, Ambrose came in. Though he was staring daggers at Astar.
Quickly it was 6 P.M. and was accordingly dinner time. Lately, Lauren has had her hands full cooking for 3 new supernatural mouths to feed and with the addition of the ancient Alpha Werewolf now at the dinner table, the amount of food needed for dinner could feed 3 or 4 different families.
"Ambrose, have you even thought about creating your own pack?" Astar asked curiously.
The entire table instantly fell into silence. It was not that it was a taboo topic, but it was the severity of the topic that made it a hard to bring up.
"It's not that I haven't thought about it. It's just the implications of doing such a thing that worry me. Creating a pack, especially so close to New York City would be the same as challenging all Suoernatural in the state for territory. New York is one of the most sought after places to gain territory because of the prestige and money that comes with it." Ambrose continued; "I also don't think the supernatural human clans would take too kindly to a De Wraith establishing a pack in this realm."
"That's true, it would be a huge problem if they found out a De Wraith was trying to establish a pack here." John said.
"Hahaha." Astar suddenly started laughing. "They wouldn't dare to make a move. They know that an attempt on the life of a De Wraith child would mean the start of a war that they can't win."
Ambrose felt a headache coming on. All of this talk about pack and territory was stuff for the future. After all, it had only been a short amount of time since his first time turning into a Werewolf.
"Hey kid, what about that kid Brett uhhh I forget his surname. You know the one you had the urge to bite? That means that your blood thinks he's worthy of being your Beta."
"Him? I'll have to think about it."