In the apartment opposite adjacent to Christa's house- John's residence.
John the Wolf seethed with murderous intent as he gazed at Hellsong.
Hellsong raised his hands in the air as he said, "don't give me that look, John. I'm here, alone."
"What do you want?" John growled.
"Isn't it obvious?" Hellsong grinned, mischievously.
"You're not getting her." John replied.
"I bet your men wouldn't say that. Can't you see the girl is already joined with the skull spirit. She's seen things and is imagining things now. She's losing her mind and it's only a matter of time before she does something out of the question." Hellsong lifted his face thoughtfully as he reasoned, "come to think of it, if a person who had lost her mind like her is finally mated by a skull vampire. The result can be really interesting."
"Regardless, I can't let you take her." John said with resolve.
"And as I said earlier, your fellow werewolves can't say the same thing." Hellsong turned from John and gazed around as he said. "Come on, my friends, let's talk. Do you wish to fight the Tribunals because of a human lady who had lost her mind?"
There was no response for a few seconds until a man with a broad chest thundered. "We don't fear any vampire be it Tribunals or any other clan."
"Oh, yes I know. It's natural for you to say that considering that werewolves and vampires are natural enemies. But, are you all willing to take the risk?," Hellsong paused and raised his hands as he began to demonstrate. "Imagine it. Your spine being ripped out. Your bones scattered across the highways of New York. Your families being mauled and eaten alive by the Primordial vampire's dogs. That's not a fate any of you is willing to experience."
John the Wolf's seethed at this, just like his pack members as Hellsong threatened them. John sped at Hellsong and appeared before him in a blink.
Though Hellsong could follow the speed which means that their agility is on the same scale, the same thing can't be for strength. Werewolves are known for their enormous beast strength.
So Hellsong was cautious underneath the cool smile he exhibited too.
John's breath was all over Hellsong's face as he said, throatily. "If you are here to threaten, I would suggest that you bring in your warthogs and see what werewolves are really made of."
However, Hellsong smiled warmly, a gesture which John gives no damn about because he knows it is ingenuine.
Hellsong began to narrate.
"Once upon a time. It's a very, very long time ago. I was on a job to kill a black bird spirit possessor who works for a group of joint kings. My job was to kill all the Kings and supernaturally kill the black bird."
Hellsong glanced at the werewolves and he crossed his hands behind him. He looked down as he continued, "all my life as a supernatural, I never spilled the blood of any child or pregnant woman and it was my own very rule. Another rule I had was that I don't kill those who I owe my life to.
"But that day things changed. I got into the gold wreathed palace of the Kings and killed them all. But to get out was something else. As I fought desperately to get out, I did a lot of things, most of which I had promised myself not to do. Most of which I never thought I would do. Yet I couldn't get out. It was until a vampire saved my life. He was Clawe. He saved my life that day but today I'm tasked to kill him. I now have to break the last of my rule. Even iron bends if enough heat is applied.
"You werewolves see yourselves as protectors and you don't want to see any human hurt. But breaking a rule by letting one lady die isn't that bad, don't you think?," Hellsong curled his lips mischievously as he faced John again. "Come to think of it, if she stays alive, it's a risk to the existence of the supernatural because she knows a lot of things now." Hellsong's smile coiled into that of cunning. "Trust me, you can't imagine the amount of things she's known now."
John went deep in his thoughts for a while. Hellsong had his gaze on him watching the emotional changes that the alpha werewolf's going through.
All his life he had never been in a dilemma like this before. He knows himself where this might end. He's seen something like this before. It was several years ago. He's not yet an alpha then. His pack were fighting against a vampire who was hell bent on making a lady his', saying she's his mate.
His pack protected the lady and even lost one of theirs to the course. After years of hunting for the Vampire, they killed him and were relieved that the lady was safe.
But it was days later, when they heard the lady hung herself. The alpha of their pack was downtrodden, all his effort for years was wasted in a day.
John later learned that the lady was having hallucinations and visions about the vampire and when she couldn't withstand the feeling of fear anymore, she ended her own life.
So John knew what this was. He knew Christa is slowly losing her mind to the vampire. But what he's confused about was that, is Christa Kylian's mate?
Because what he learned in the last experience was that if the human is truly the vampire's mate, she'll lose herself to him. But now he's confused because when Kylian came to talk to him, he never mentioned that Christa was his mate.
Nevertheless, John lifted his gaze to Hellsong's. The resolve on it already spoke volumes of what the alpha werewolf's decision was.
"We can't let you hurt her."
Hellsong smiled like it's nothing as he turned away from John.
"So shall death come your way, John."
With that, he walked towards the door.
He glanced at the two werewolves standing by the door. They were both young, probably in their late teenage age.
Hellsong kept moving his glance between the two. They glared death at him, even though they wondered why he was looking at them like that. Hellsong smiled, then walked past them, thus exiting the room.
Mac faced John squarely. "What do we do now, John?"
The werewolf with broad chest, namely Bren, had a fierce gaze as he said, with venom dripping from his voice. "We can't let them have their way. That bastard literally threatened our life."
Another werewolf, Jacob reasoned. "If we fight them now, it's surely gonna be loud and that wouldn't go well with the Administrators."
John was silent for a while. He felt reluctant to risk his pack for a lady who's losing her mind already but he's still the alpha. If there's one person who should be decisive, it's him.
John's face was as fierce as that of a lion as he said. "I want everyone out there. That lady lives."
His pack began to pour out of the room one after the other.
John sighed and looked out of the window, towards Christa's house. With his enhanced hearing, he could still hear Dr Richardson consoling Christa as she wept.
He felt sorry for the lady. He didn't want her to die. And he doesn't want to risk his men too.
But what made him more determined to do this was that Hellsong threatened him and his pack.
John's eyes moved down at the road that ran between the building and Christa's. Hellsong was there, standing by a black Nissan SUV.
Hellsong's sapphire eyes glittered when he smiled at John, who glared in response.
John moved away from the window and advanced to leave the building to join his men to protect Christa.
'Hellsong is not getting what he wants today'
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Meanwhile,
Hellsong opened the door of the backseat and entered the car.
The Mutilator turned back from the front seat, his round spectacles were on his face as his eyes met Hellsong's blue ones.
"He wouldn't give in." Hellsong's former cool gaze earlier suddenly disappeared. His eyes turned menacing as he said, "I knew your diplomatic plan wouldn't work."
"I wasn't counting on it though. We are having the girl anyway," The Mutilator said, with so assurance that Hellsong felt confused.
The Mutilator smiled cunningly. Then Hellsong knew at once that something is off.
"What did you do?" Hellsong growled. He doesn't trust The Mutilator much. Because he knew how cunning he could be.
And now that his life isn't that guaranteed anymore, because he failed to bring what Akotal wanted, he would do anything to earn back his glory, at any cost. So Hellsong knew that anything could be the cost. Even him. He couldn't care less.
However,
"I should be heart broken for that, you know," The Mutilator feigned bitterness. Then the cunning smile returned to his lips. "Wait and watch things happen, Hellsong. But trust me, we'll be entering that building to take that lady without swinging a sword."
Hellsong couldn't be more cautious as he gazed warily at The Mutilator.
'i should be more careful around this sucker' Hellsong thought to himself as he clenched his fists on his laps.
The Mutilator, on the other hand, was unworried as he turned on the ignition. His feet smashed into the throttle and the vehicle veered off.
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