~~~~~ At the realm gates ~~~~~~
Battling the werewolves that made their way through, on his instructions to defend the realm, Strahd vicar held a werewolf by the neck and dug his claws deeper into his neck, and ripped his throat out, spluttering blood on himself. Racing forward he struck down the enemies in his path. His entire body was drenched in blood.
His eyes were dark red as he ripped out their body parts, destroying them with less effort. He dumped the body he held and his gaze fell on the realm gates. Werewolves kept making their way through, increasing their numbers, and filling up Jupiter. He could trace the population with the scent he could make out, werewolves were the majority. Standing up straight, Strahd growled loudly concealing the anger and hatred he held. Suddenly his ear pricked and stood up. He turned and saw a werewolf running towards him with his claws stretched out, dodging swiftly, he caught the werewolf in mid-air and landed a hard blow on his head paralyzing the half-transformed beast temporarily. Then releasing his claws he slashed its neck off and dumped the lifeless body on the floor.
The sudden quietness of the environment enveloped him as he took a glance around. [Where the hell is everyone?] he asked himself, slowly moving through the dead bodies lying around. His hair was plastered over his eyebrows, and using his blood-stained hand, he pushed it back, still wondering what happened to the others. [Could they have retreated and returned? or they might have gone to their farm?] He kept on asking himself when he heard shrieks and screams from the farm, the screams were like that of someone being burnt alive.
Strahd wondered what happened to their coven because from the look of things, they have lost the battle.
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Racing through their courtyard towards the farm, Martin held a long spear in his hand. He leaped down from a rock and ran speedily to the farm. He kept on paying no heed to the footsteps or shadow that had been stalking him. He dived the short fence and ran inside the livestock farm.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Martin was grateful when he noticed no werewolf had been to their farm or laid a hand on their blood fridge. At least he had safeguarded the place Azazel instructed him to. Listening carefully, he heard footsteps approaching him. Then suddenly the footsteps were heard from all directions like he was being surrounded.
"Damn!" Martin cursed under his breath. There was no way he could battle two of these werewolves singlehandedly at the same time, talk less of five. He closed his eyes and stood in depressed silence, battling the action he could take.
He speedily made his way out of the farm, cause at this moment, in this time of war, the last unreasonable thing to do was battle on the farm and in the process, lay waste to their meal. He ran out with the long spear in his hand, stumbling through the thick sand to the open field, and stood there speechless. At the center of the field, smoke rose from the bushes and stained the cloudly. [What in the universe are those senseless werewolves up to? I do hope they're not going to burn down our home] Martin thought as he kept his ear on alert to the stalker that had been on his tail.
As he listened, the footsteps came closer and matched in unison with the heartbeats of the stalker. "Werewolves huh, what do you want to do with me" Martin murmured as he assumed an attacking posture. Peering lightly, Martin caught sight of a figure, walking gracefully out of the night.
"Well, well, well, a catfish on a hook isn't it"
Martin fastened his hands around the spear he held, and studied the figure closely. It was an attractive-looking male. He inhaled deeply, [darn it m, a werewolf]. He showed his fangs and raised his spear, snarling a little as he waited for the werewolf to approach closer.
"What are you doing with that toy in your hand? I thought vampires don't need weapons to fight. Or you don't know how to... You know fight?" He asked cocking his brows on Martin
There was no need to talk sense to him nor debate his dignity, he just held his head high and waited for the perfect moment to attack.
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Another double shriek at the same distance ignited his sixth sense without a second thought, he retrieved a spear and, took to the skies. There was a shout outside the cave, it was coming from a woman. He had thought by the recent visit he had taken to the cave, there would be no survivors, but now, even if it has to be that woman he saved alone, he could justify himself.
Strahd coughed as he peered at the ground from the skies. He noticed a figure chasing something. Making sure it was a werewolf, he launched his spear at the figure. The spear impaled it and it fell rolling amongst the branches, till it fell flat. He landed and began to sprint following the scent he had on. A few yards, he swerved right and found the werewolf's lifeless body he pulled his spear out of the lifeless body as his gaze swept the land.
He heard some movement under the thicket and a curious trickling sound, his scent perceived someone bleeding profusely, and he crouched.
"Please don't hurt me I beg you please" a lady begged, clutching her sides in pain
"Is alright, you can come out now" he held his hand out to her
Her face creased with pain as with groans, but she managed to crawl out and stand straight. Strahd's eyes widened as he noticed her sides, she was bleeding profusely, and her undergarments were drenched in blood.
"What, what happened to you?" He asked, still foolishly staring
"I was bitten, by two werewolves on either side, isn't that obvious?" She asked wrinkling her face
Strahd fastened his hands around his spear and bit his lips and murmured an inaudible sorry
"It's alright, it'll heal as soon as I feed"
Nodding his head he flashed a half smile "so, is there anyone still out there?" He asked pointing to the cave
"Err, yes, there should be, but they are in hiding since the werewolves out there are many"
Strahd peered into the obscurity of the night, he wrinkled his face trying to decipher the darkness. He was scared, going to battle them alone, he could lose his life, but....he wasn't going to let them take his home away from him. He thanked the stranger and headed out
"Hey, the vampire called after him, be careful" he looked into her dark eyes and saw fear, bowing his head, he set out.
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With a fierce grip, Martin held until the spear, its barb glimmered under the moon. Looking up at the werewolf that kept coming towards him with slow calculated steps, he noticed red stains on his face.
[Blood? Martin thought he must have murdered a whole lot of us]. Out of anger, he aimed the spear, targeting his head with quick agility.
Catching a slow glimpse of the spear, targeted at him, coming right for his head, he lifted his arm above his head. Blood dripped down on the hard floor. And a little whimper escaped his lips, then came an evil smile, that sent shivers down his opponent's spine.
Martin stared at him with disbelief and frustration. He was too quick to react, he pushed the spear with sooed and anger. It could have pierced anyone and sent them flying. But....but this werewolf averted his aim. Martin frowned fiercely, this is not going to be easy, he told himself.
"Are you done with your circus yet?" Cody asked, pulling the spear out of his arm and dropping it on the floor
Taking in a deep breath, Martin asked "what do you want?"
Breathing noisily Cody sped off to him and they both collided, tearing each other apart while avoiding the other. Martin with his speed bit into Cody's unguarded shoulders and using his long exposed claws he brushed the werewolf's face. The werewolf howled and retrieved from him completely blinded. Blood streamed down Cody's face. He was shocked by the quickness and strength of the vampire, he rushed into the bushes and hid.
Retrieving his spear from where Cody had dropped it, he swung it and walked gracefully over to where the werewolf's hiding.
"Talk, Talk, talk, that's all you ever do,"
Cody was breathing noisily, trying to heal his sight quicker because his opponent had silent steps and no heartbeat, so his hearing skill was practically useless now. The silence of the forest was more oppressive than his opponent, he could only hear the sound of birds. Reaching a tree he spotted the werewolf underneath. Martin looked at the werewolf anxiously, then without remorse, he raised the spear to finish the pathetic werewolf.
Martin's ears pricked. He has immediately shoved aside.
"Geez, what happened to you? a voice asked, am glad I came on time, let's get out of here" helping Cody to his feet, they both ran off.
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Reaching the cave, Strahd was in a solemn mood. Seeing his brethren lying lifeless in this state was disheartening. The werewolves laid an attack on them and wiped out almost their entire coven. Surely he would have his revenge no matter what. Standing among the smashed tree trunk, a foot away from the cave, he examined his environment properly. His gaze swept the cave carefully before he proceeded from his hiding spot.
A foot inside the cave he heard a sneer. He pulled himself back and listened carefully.
"Who's there?, Everywhere became still, show yourself" he called out
After a few seconds, someone rammed into him and sent him crashing into the wall. The person picked him up and sent him flying. With unnatural speed, she caught up to him in mid-air and bit his shoulder. Given a second to react, Strahd howled and slammed his claws on its face and a loud groan erupted from it. Strahd landed on a thicket and made straight to his enemy.
Picking it up effortlessly, he released his claws full-length dark eyes, ready to strike he halted suddenly shocked.
"GABRIELLA??"...