I Didn't Ask...I Took

It hasn't even been four hours and my lifeline to Draven is ringing. I have no other choice but to answer it. While the muffled ringtone continued, time stood still as I was thinking to myself what I needed to say to Luther and what was I going to do about Seth?
He stares at me, knowing that Luther will be on the other end. I stare back, sword in hand, and look at him ,tell him to go onto another room and wait for me.
Seth knodded.
As I pick up the phone out of my pocket, the ringtone stops abruptly.
I waited too long to answer! He better c....
Coming Undone vibrates in my hand.
Not hesitating this time, I hit send and answer.
"Luther?"
"You're starting to learn. Way to go Kingsly. Sorry, I got impatient. I figured you were done being angry with me and sucked it up and killed Seth. Did you?" he asked. It seemed like he already knew the answer. Somehow, he knew I hadn't viscioulsy murdered Seth.
I speak up, knowing he won't be happy with my answer.
"You didn't tell me he had family. I can't believe I almost let you get to me."
Luther, with his annoying chuckle replies,
"I knew you couldn't do it. I was just talking to Draven about how much of a woman you are. She's touchy when it comes to you Kingsly. I think she loves you. Anyway, I knew you didn't kill Seth. I took the liberty of having you followed. He should be outside the window right now."
Never in my life had I gathered up so much anger. It's as if I kept stubbing my toe on the same piece of annoying furniture. My eyes, filled with hate, disgust, and fire veered over to the window where I saw him. A dark figure sitting in the tree, waving at me.
I smile and wave back, knowing the sword is right under my feet if I need it.
"Is that your puppy Luther. He's cute," using sarcasm to hide my fear of what he might do to Draven.
Luther continues in his annoying tone. The tone that someone has when they know that they are winning.
He won't win. I promise.
"You're a funny man, Kingsly. But I can hear right through that smart mouth of yours. You're scared. And you should be. Have fun."
I hear a sudden hint of a scream as the phone goes silent.
DRAVEN!!!
My pain pumped through me harder and harder for each second I heard that aweful cry.
The window shatters and Luther's puppet stands with the same smirk he had when I glanced at window.
He looked like he hadn't feasted for weeks. His pale skin told me that he wasn't just a normal puppy of Luther's, he was one of them, one of me.
A vampire.
A demon.
Out for blood, and I was standing in his way of fresh meat.
I looked behind and saw Seth, frozen in his place.
"SETH...GET OUT..."
The vampire tackled me and punched me square in the nose.
For a lanky man, he packed a punch hard.
As I laid there, I happened to see Seth run and Luther's caddie start to run after him.
Instinctly, I grabbed his leg and bought Seth plenty of time to hide.
He turned around, stomped on my wrist, grabbed it and bent it back so every bone in my wrist was snapped.
Crying in the purest of agony, a switch was turned, my pupils dialated, and I thought of Draven screaming as I pursued this monster.
I had enough.
I swung around, tripping him and grabbing his leg with the hand that hadn't been mutilated. The sword that was meant for Seth, now had a new destiny... to get answers.
I grabbed the sword and stuck it straight through the calf of his leg.
His agonizing yell topped mine.
I couldn't help but smile.
My wrist was throbbing,but that didn't matter. What mattered was the answers this scum was going to give me.
"Alright. I know you're not going to cooperate because that would be too easy. So I'm going to give you a warning, so that you know I mean business."
A sword never meant as much to me as it did now.
I took it out of his leg, slowly, so he would feel my pain that I was about to take out on him.
"You won't miss this."
Clean cut. Right above the knee.
I ignore the excruciating cry coming from this creature and kneel down in front of him, looking him dead in the eye.
I can see he's scared. I can see he won't be easy to break. His tears remind me of my own. But I don't sympathize.
Not anymore.
I'm done being sympathetic.
Sympathy is why I'm here.
With the leg severed from his body, Luther's lacky stared at me and bit his lip from the pain.
I don't care.
" First off. The name is Kingsly. I want you know that name so you know who the hell you're dealing with. And you are...?"
He doesn't want to talk.
I grab the sword and scrape the blade on the ground like nails on a chalkboard.
His fear kick starts his mouth to utter the name "Bishop."
"Ok,Bishop. I'll start off with a simple question. Where is Luther?"
I'm keeping my tone very sweet because I know what his answer will be.
"You cant't break me Kingsly. I won't tell," spits Bishop.
I cock my head sideways like a dog does when he sees something he doesn't quite comprehend.
Another clean cut above the knee.
I'm finding a joy in this.
I shouldn't, but my inner demon is making his appearence.
"I'm going to ask you again Bishop. Where. Is. Luther?"
He's crying.
He doesn't know pain. Bishop knows nothing of pain. Losing an appendage has nothing on losing a soul mate.
Finally, after about ten minutes of his wailing, Bishop whispers the words,
"Basement."
"Ok Bishop, we are getting somewhere. Now, where is this basement?"
Silence.
He bites his lip and I just chuckle.
"You're only hurting yourself."
An arm becomes seperated from his body as more screaming...intense screaming, escapes his mouth.
I look over and Seth stands at the entrence.
"Go away Seth. You don't understand what I'm going through."
"It starts with anger. It consumes you until you can't see the world anymore. You just see black. It clouds your mind Kingsly. Anger will always win if you let it."
Who does he think he is? He's never been like this! Seth has never felt the emptiness I've felt for 6 months.
"You don't know what it's like Seth! To feel empty. All the time! Anger is what will save Draven! Now let this scum get what he deserves!"
"You'll see Kingsly. You'll get lost."
I'm already lost.
"Now Bishop....what basement?"
He's losing blood fast and passing out is iminent.
"BISHOP! THE BASEMENT!"
Gathering up the energy he speaks,
"Remember....the basement...in your apartment...building?"
Bishop smiles and coughs in the process.
I'm gripping the sword so tight my palms are bleeding.
Clean cut. Bishops left arm is seperated and screams replace the arm.
"WHO'S SMILING NOW!"
I yell at the blade of the sword as I slice off the remaining body part.
No more smiling for Bishop.
No more smiling.
Seth comes in expecting for the mess to be cleaned up.
"Sorry Seth. He needed pursuaded."
Seth begins to talk but his voice is replaced by a sound that I heard when I killed the poor husband in the street.
Sirens.
"Seth...you....,"
I asked with concerned eyes.
"You can't just cut someone up and not expect neighbors to hear him scream. I beat the neighbors to the punch. Sorry."
He's not sorry.
I am.
For not killing him when I had the chance.
"I thought you and were going to help me Seth. I thought you, of all people wanted to help your brother."
Seth looks at me and replies,
"I'm with you all the way Kinglsy. I have the car waiting for you. I set up barbed wire in the driveway. Wait untill they pull in, then go. My phone number is on the seat. Call me when you get to where you need to be. I believe in you Kingsly. I need you. You're the only way we can cure you."
I regret thinking about killing Seth. He knows what he's doing. He's a husband and all husband's know what to do in dire situations.
"Can I... uh... keep the..."
Seth finishes my sentence,
"Sword. Please do. They're pulling in. Here's a piece of paper explaining what I told you. Don't open it yet. Go now."
I grab up the sword, jump out the shattered window, off the tree and onto the driveway where my ride awaited.
A white and black Crown Victoria, the only car unit in the driveway with two more on the way.
I look up at the window and Seth's lips, quivering, mutters "I'm sorry."
I stare at the cop who has a gun aimed at my chest.
His bullets don't effect me.
I'm dead already.
The sword burns in my hand.
"Do it Kingsly. Draven depends on it."
Swiftly, I manuver my way to the cop before the others get here.
He shoots once. The bullet penatrates my right shoulder.
He was too late. My sword ran though him as if he was melted butter.
John Wakesfield.
Male.
Mid 20's.
Cop.
Loyal husband.
Dead.
Anger was consuming me. Clouding my senses.
I kneel down as the sister Crown Vics pull in the driveway.
TO BE CONTINUED...