Howl, Brieanna Boyce [e ink ebook reader .TXT] 📗

come up with something before I was brought to the council. I looked around and used my vampire vision to look through the walls. I saw my brother; he was quite far away from me. There were two guards outside my room and two guards outside of his. I looked around and saw Tristan’s room. There was no one outside of it. I looked back at the window in my bedroom, when I went to open it I found that it just barely had enough room to squeeze my body through. Looking down it was clear that the window was far up, so I would have to be especially careful about that.

First I squeezed my lower body through the window and then slid my upper body out until I was barely hanging onto the ledge, I let my muscles relax for just a moment as I looked around. Than I felt a smile spread itself over my face, above me by a good ten feet was ivy which was slowly taking back the castle. I launched myself at it and grabbed onto a bundle I heaved myself up and leapt to the nearest window, than launched myself to the next window scraping my knee against the hard stone. I lifted myself up and into Tristan’s room where he sat reading.

If I thought my room was nice than I was completely dumbstruck by the luxuriousness that was Tristan’s room. There were hundreds of candles all lit around the room, creating shadows that danced across the walls. The bed had see-through material on its bed posts, the colors were all dark. There were dark reds, golds, oranges, and even the black shadows played a part in the room’s theme. There was even a bath in the room that was filled with rose petals. It was the very essence of what one would expect a vampire room to be, without the cheesy cliché of the gothic overdramatized vampires.

He looked at me in surprise, “How’d you get here? You should be resting your room.”

I looked him in the eyes and took his hand tugging him towards the door, “We are getting out of here.”

Tristan raised an eyebrow but did not have time to respond because I ran towards the door and swung it open. The guards standing at the door turned with blank expressions in my direction and charged. I held both hands to my sides open and lift up, as I used to do during church so that we may “receive” him. I thrust my hands through their chests, their faces igniting with shock and pain. Their eyes wide and their mouths gaping, maybe they were “open” or “receiving” god himself. Doubtful though. Their bones broke and bent under my intruding hand. I grabbed the motionless organs in their bodies, pulled them out, and watched as their bodies collapsed limply. I buried my fangs into the organs and felt the liquid stored there oozing down my throat and dripping down my chin. I felt a rush of energy, like the new blood coursing through me was liquid fire.

Tristan gaped horrified at me, “What was that?!”

I was still in a haze due to the bloodlust but I licked my lips and shrugged and continued moving ahead. Tristan held his arm out stopping me. “Why don’t you let me take care of this?”

“No, no one can see us.”

Tristan sighed, “Fine, have it your way.” Tristan snuck quietly and quickly through the hallway completely immersed in the shadow. I followed quickly after letting my eyes go into vampire vision, there were several more guards we’d have to pass and I looked at Tristan.

“There are more guards over there, there, and there, how do you suggest we get past?”
Tristan shrugged, “Easy,” he walked through the halls in a nonchalant manner as I darted my eyes around wildly, I tried to tug him away but he easily shook off my grip.

The guards were up in arms when Tristan approached the door, though they seemed to still be far less aggressive to him.

“Sir Tristan you must be off to bed now, It is not proper of you to be wandering around this late at night. It is quite dangerous since our new visitor arrived.”

I was certain they were talking of me so I further camouflaged myself in the darkness, Tristan smiled at the remark, “I’m not afraid of her… I would like to visit the human boy.” Tristan’s whole demeanor changed until it was one of confidence and power bordering on arrogance.

The guards looked at each other hesitantly but Tristan talked nonchalantly, than dropped his voice to a low monotone. “Step aside you will not remember any of this and you will stay silent.”

To my utter surprise the guards stepped away from the door obediently, Tristan smiled and walked in grabbing Adoni. I slowly stepped out of the shadows, blood still soaking some my hands and splattered a bit on my dress. “The vampire!” they shouted, I twirled my head around several times before realizing they were speaking of me. Tristan turned when he saw me and the guards, “Shhh” No! He commanded.

However, it was far too late and guards were already running over to our direction. Tristan grabbed Adoni threw him over his shoulder and ran. I tried desperately to catch up however Tristan was far quicker than I. The guards outnumbered us, and because of such were quite efficient at cutting us off of every exit. The queen soon appeared, gracefully walking through the guards parting them easily. Her hair was in orderly disarray and her bright eyes and her smile were inflamed with cruel arrogance. Her clothes or lack thereof even held a regal touch. All she had on was a silk robe which exposed a fair amount of cleavage and yet she might as well have been wearing her crown and a lovely dress, she was just as intimidating either way.

She chuckled, “Oh Skylar my dear the blood loss must have gone to your head. I know you can do better than this.”

I looked around frantically, there was no way out but I had to escape with Adoni. Tomorrow was the trial and I would have no other opportunity to leave. I looked around, what did I have on the queen? She had me caught but there had to be some way to negotiate. I turned to see a guard, his knife was hanging loosely from it’s sheath. Before the guard knew what was happening I swiped it than moving putting Adoni between myself and a wall I grabbed Tristan, pulled him in front of me, and held the knife to his throat.

All the guards jumped, but the queen remained still, her smile left her face though which meant I had gotten to her.

I leaned over and whispered in Tristan’s ear, “I’m sorry.”

Tristan pushed my hand away turned grabbed my face and threw me to the ground. The back of my head hit the floor and I could feel blood trickling from my mouth. My vision was blurred and my head reeling.

“How could you even try that?!” Tristan hissed angrily.

The queen smiled, “A wild animal will do anything if it’s cornered.”

Tristan turned, huffed, and walked away.
I got up staggering and put myself in-between the vampires and my brother. My one attempt at freedom had failed miserably. Two guards grabbed me, one at each of my arms. I struggled, and almost managed to free myself from their grip. Unfortunately several more grabbed me, until I could hardly move. They dragged me back to the room of cement. One lone swinging lamp above my hand and the bloody cross waiting for me, I struggled desperately but it was futile. The guards threw me onto the cross, the giant spikes goring through my back. I let out an ear piercing shriek, the pure agony of it beat at me; the pain was continuous and lapped over me in waves.

The guards left the room. The bondage at my wrist and ankles provided no room for comfort and there was no position in which I could move myself that would enable the pain to lessen. I stayed up the whole night; the only noise was the maddening sound of my own blood dripping on the hard concrete. There was no sleep needless to say. It wouldn’t have mattered much to tell you the truth even if I had been in a master suite with all the conveniences in the world I still wouldn’t have slept that night. How could you when whether you live or die will be decided the next day.

I could not manage to tell time in my concrete cage, there were no windows; the only light was the dim one from the lamp the swung hypnotically above my head. I knew it must’ve been awhile, I could feel exhaustion closing in on me, my limbs had gone limp and the blood even seemed to flow more slowly, perhaps it was the blood loss. The queen walked in smiling, her eyes were bright with excitement, even in the morning her grace and poise was irrefutable. Tristan stood at her left, his eyes averted from me his jaw tightening. Adoni was cuffed; his eyes were wide, searching the room. He looked at me with horror, I must’ve looked terrible.

The queen walked by me smiling, she slid her fingertips slowly across my abdomen, causing the spikes to dig a little deeper into my back, I gasped for air as the pain and blood seemed to pour out of me. The queen smirked, “Your blood smells so good, like a wild flower,” she leaned over and inhaled my scent. I snarled at her and spit on her face. The queen jumped back than chuckled in disbelief, “well gents we must have an animal in our hands…” She chuckled, “all the easier to break.”

I thought for a moment, that I saw Tristan smirk, whether it was in response to my brash action or the queen calling me an animal I wasn’t sure but I hoped at least it was the beginning of forgiveness, though when I think of it that isn’t exactly what I deserved. The guards unbound me and grabbed me by the arms; I was too weak to move my legs, so they had to drag me. As my feet dragged against the marble the other guards took Adoni and Tristan following me. The queen seemed to have disappeared. I looked around the halls and noticed that they started looking older and older; the marble was the only renovation. The windows were small holes, the stone walls were cracked, they had edges and seemed to be piled one over the other instead of being smooth and polished.

“Where are we going?” I said weakly.

The guard hissed, “We need not answer to you cretin.”


We were all brought into a large hall, the walls were large stones, old and unscathed much like the vampire queen herself. There were large podiums that towered over my head; across from the podiums was a pair of chains and shackles bolted to the ground. I was brought there, and locked into place. Only then did I hear the excited whispers of onlookers, I turned my head, there were rows and rows of beautiful immortals looking on at me. With a mix of fascination and horror each of them stared at me, all of them were hungry, they were excited for my verdict, my punishment, and the thousands upon thousands were here to see it. There was a large pit in the center of the room, the pit’s ground