Chapter 13 - A Soul For A Soul

𝐅𝐄𝐖 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐆𝐎. . .

The smell of human blood was hanging heavy in the air, tantalisingly close.

Casting a swift, assessing gaze over the gathered mortals, I maneuvered through the throng towards the entrance, only to be ensnared by a familiar scent.

Alice...

As I expected, there he stood, right across me.

With a slow, deliberate flick of my tongue, I savored the taste of anticipation that lingered on my lips as I sauntered into the room, a smirk playing at the corners of my mouth.

The audacity of this mortal, to invite a blood-thirsty vampire to his own birthday celebration. Little does he know, my presence here is merely a facade, a charade of civility disguised beneath the guise of a teacher. But alas, I would never have graced this insipid gathering with my presence if not for one reason: Alice.

As I entered, my eyes scanned the scene before me, taking in the spectacle of debauchery and revelry that unfolded. A horde of pitiful mortals, lost in their primitive rituals of dancing, drinking, and mindless indulgence.

Why do humans insist on commemorating such trivialities as birthdays, I wonder?

In the demon world, such frivolities hold no significance. Nor did they hold any sway over my dear Alice.

Speaking of which...

There he is, seated upon the couch with that insipid Alexander Ivory by his side.

𝑨𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝑨𝒍𝒆𝒙 𝑰𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒚.

𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇.

With a flourish of dramatic timing, the birthday boy made his entrance.

As I anticipated, Alex's fiery temper clashed with Max's crude tongue, igniting a brawl between them.

Amidst the chaos, it was both amusing and intriguing to witness the genuine concern etched across Alice's features.

Before he could intervene in the clash of the fighting dogs, I smoothly closed the distance, a knowing smirk adorning my lips.

"Welcome back, Alice.."

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎

𝐑 𝐄 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 :

𝗔𝗟𝗘𝗫'𝗦 𝗣𝗢𝗩

"WHERE IS ALASTOR?!" I shouted while gripping the collar of that motherfucking fucking ass jerk!

"Alex! Stop!" Mrs. Smith tried to pull me back, her eyes wide as if in fear or concern.

"SPEAK UP ALREADY!!" I shouted from the top of my lungs while staring fiercely at the motherfucker.

The more tighter my grip got, the more the veins in my hand bulged with the strain.

"Alastor?" His smirk only grew wider. Then in a swift motion, he grasped my wrist, twisting it with much force.

𝐹𝑈𝐶𝐾. 𝐷𝐴𝑀𝑀𝐼𝑇.

My glare kept piercing him while I grabbed his throat, "TELL ME, WHERE IS HE?!"

Raising his glowing red hand into the air with a dark chuckle, he enveloped us in a foggy mist, making us disappear from the crowd.

"Fucking quit toying around with your pathetic vampire powers! Tell me where my Alastor is!" I punched him across the face with hatred, and he took his time before slowly raising his head to look at me with his never fading smirk.

Fuck..

"You mean '𝗺𝘆' Alice, right?" His eyes gleamed red with a hint of cruelty dripping in his voice.

"Enough games, you fucking bastard! Spit it out!" I charged at him with a snarl, aiming another punch at his face.

But to my surprise, he fucking effortlessly sidestepped the blow with his fluid movements. His smirk was evident and I was fucking losing it!

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?! Playing your sick games while Alastor's life hangs in the balance!"

"Oh, if you really want to play, then let's play."

With a sudden burst of speed, he closed the distance between us and his hand lashed out to grab my throat before I could react.

Fucking vampire!

"You're outmatched, Alex. Give up now, and maybe I'll consider sparing your life." He smirked while throwing me against the wall, "You are just a human after all. All humans are weak and pathetic."

"Shut.. the.. fuck up.." My voice growled while I stood back up, ignoring the fucking injuries.

A dark chuckle escaped his throat before he smirked again, "Pretty entertaining I must say."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I stood there clueless while breathing heavily, knowing that I am running out of time to save Alastor!

Desperation gripped my heart and I yelled out whatever was in my mind.

"JUST TELL ME WHERE HE IS!! JUST GIVE HIM BACK TO ME! AND TAKE WHATEVER YOU WANT FROM ME!!"

His smirk remained unfazed and he eyed me up and down, "And what, pray tell, do you have to offer me, human?"

My jaw clenched along with my fists as I spoke, "Fucking take my soul."

Aiden's smirk widened into a malevolent grin, "Why waste? You won't even be able to save him."

FUCK.. YOU..

There was no turning back now.

"What if I can?" I clenched my fists tighter, "I can save him if you tell me where he is. If you still believe that I will fail... Then take my soul and blood after the results."

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝐴𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟..

"Ah, it's been centuries since I last savored the taste of a human soul," he sighed, his fingers tracing lightly through his hair, "The laws of the Vampire's Realm strictly forbid any vampire from consuming human souls unless they're freely given by choice. We vampires aren't so mindless, you know. But blood and flesh, however, remain our prerogative."

𝐿𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠..

"So is it a deal?" I said, clearly hiding my anger and annoyance.

His eyes darkened to a pitch black abyss as he clasped my hand in his, his voice a chilling whisper in my ear, "Four hours, Alex," he murmured, his breath cold against my skin. "You have a mere four hours to rescue your precious kitten. Beyond that, it will be no use to get him out of where he currently is.."

With those echoing words, he vanished into thin air. The foggy mist that he had caused slowly started to become get thinner, revealing the surrounding as it is

But to my surprise, everyone else was dancing and enjoying the party like nothing happened. . .

𝐵𝑈𝑇 𝑊𝐻𝐴𝑇 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐹𝑈𝐶𝐾 𝐷𝐼𝐷 𝐻𝐸 𝑀𝐸𝐴𝑁 𝐵𝑌 4 𝐻𝑂𝑈𝑅𝑆?!

𝐿𝐼𝐾𝐸 𝐻𝑂𝑊 𝐼𝑆 𝑇𝐻𝐴𝑇 𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑁 𝐴 𝐶𝐿𝑈𝐸?!

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𝘼𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉'𝗦 𝗣𝗢𝗩

What a pitifully naive soul...

An utterly foolish mind...

And a heart driven mad by love...

I'm well aware that in the end, I'll claim two souls... But the scent of Alice and Alex's blood is tantalisingly distinct, each tempting me in its own divine way.

Despite his delusions of grandeur, he's merely a feeble mortal. And poor Alice, now reduced to a helpless feline. Cat hybrids like him can't withstand for more than five hours there...

We will see how you play this game, Ivory...

A sinister gleam danced in my eyes with a smirk on my lips as I made my way to the graveyard, anticipation coursing through my veins...