Enemies in Love: Chapter 2
I covered my head with my hood and rushed out, hoping that I look like a vampire as the Wolfuman Hunters are vampires and if I don't hurry, Lightning will become a vampire and not remember me anymore. I rushed out and morphed into my wolf form.
When I reached Scarlet Avenue, I turned back into my human form that now resembles a vampire. Some girl vampires were just coming out of Dark Blood, the famous blood-smoothie shop in Vampire Angelis. “Hi,” I said to a vampire, “May I know where is the hostage is held?”
“That is none of your concern. The Blacks are going to finish off that Wolfuman, Lightning Jackson, at 3:00 a.m. in the morning (duh, they are vampires). Then they're going to finish off Starlight Jackson if they can ever find her, she's a fast one.” “Oh, okay. Thanks.” She walked off.
The Blacks are looking for me? I asked myself. Okay, so the Blacks are the members of the royal family in Vampire Angelis. So I need to get to the castle.
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I knocked on the castle doors. A small peephole opened to reveal a pair of yellow eyes. “Password?” “Umm.... Wolfuman,” I guessed. You may not believe this, but the short guy actually let me in and bowed. “Thanks.”
I went into the throne room, where lightning was tied up and gagged. I clenched my hands as I saw King Pitch Black and his son, Scorpion. “Who are you?” asked someone behind me as I tried to sneak a peek at Lightning. Shute, I castle guard. He siezed my hand and pulled me to the front of Pitch and Scorpion.
“Your majesty, I found this girl behind a column looking at the filthy hostage,” said Mr-Annoying-Vampire and pushed me on to my knees. “Your majesty,” I said and looked up, hoping I haven't gave way. “Who are you,” said Pitch in a deep, cold voice. “My name is Nightmare, your highness. I'm a foreign vampire from Transylvania.”
“Well, well Nightmare, how did you possibly get in without the local password?” he asked. “I am the messenger of my land,” I said, wishing that he'd stop asking questions. “A girl messenger? Very unusual indeed... And the message?”
“The King of Transylvania wants to meet you.” “Really? Oh, well. Must be the blood financial problems. Well, come on then Scor--”
“Can I stay out of this one, Dad? I have to practice ruling the country anyway.” “Very well, you take care, Scorpion.” “I will.” Pitch changed into a bat and flew off into the night sky. “Who are you Nightmare?” Scorpion said. Somehow he got behind me. “Prince Scorpion Black, I have already said who I am.”
“Then why are you so... interested in the Wolfuman, Lightning Jackson?” “Because us Transilvanians hate Wolfumans too.” “Have you got a room?” “W-what?” I asked. Was he legit serious? I hate vampires.
“I asked: Do you have a room?” “No, but you have to free Lightning first,” I said, without thinking. “Oh him? He's going to be tonight's feast. Besides, you ought to stay here. Want a bite of him? It's almost dawn and we have to go to bed.”
“What do you mean we, your majesty?” “I mean you and me, Nightmare. And in other words, call me Scorpion.” Behind me, Lightning made a muffled noise that sounded like: “NO!”
“Your majesty, I found this girl behind a column looking at the filthy hostage,” said Mr-Annoying-Vampire and pushed me on to my knees. “Your majesty,” I said and looked up, hoping I haven't gave way. “Who are you,” said Pitch in a deep, cold voice. “My name is Nightmare, your highness. I'm a foreign vampire from Transylvania.”
“Well, well Nightmare, how did you possibly get in without the local password?” he asked. “I am the messenger of my land,” I said, wishing that he'd stop asking questions. “A girl messenger? Very unusual indeed... And the message?”
“The King of Transylvania wants to meet you.” “Really? Oh, well. Must be the blood financial problems. Well, come on then Scor--”
“Can I stay out of this one, Dad? I have to practice ruling the country anyway.” “Very well, you take care, Scorpion.” “I will.” Pitch changed into a bat and flew off into the night sky. “Who are you Nightmare?” Scorpion said. Somehow he got behind me. “Prince Scorpion Black, I have already said who I am.”
“Then why are you so... interested in the Wolfuman, Lightning Jackson?” “Because us Transilvanians hate Wolfumans too.” “Have you got a room?” “W-what?” I asked. Was he legit serious? I hate vampires.
“I asked: Do you have a room?” “No, but you have to free Lightning first,” I said, without thinking. “Oh him? He's going to be tonight's feast. Besides, you ought to stay here. Want a bite of him? It's almost dawn and we have to go to bed.”
“What do you mean we, your majesty?” “I mean you and me, Nightmare. And in other words, call me Scorpion.” Behind me, Lightning made a muffled noise that sounded like: “NO!”
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