he said, waving his hand as if to gesture to all the other people. “It seems your father is not the only ‘father of Vampire s’.’”
Diavolo jumped from the stage, and the crowd dispersed, giving him room to walk straight up to Orfeo. When he was standing in front of Orfeo, he reached up and put his hand on Orfeo’s cheek.
“So beautiful,” he said as he rubbed his thumb across Orfeo’s lower lip. “I have always loved you, Orfeo.”
Then he pushed his hands through Orfeo’s hair, dragging Orfeo toward him as his lips smashed against Orfeo’s. Orfeo fought Diavolo , biting his lip, then pushing him away.
Diavolo glowered at Orfeo, rubbing the blood off of his lip and spitting what had pooled in his mouth onto the floor.
“I have asked you time and again to be my lover, and yet you still push me away,” he yelled at Orfeo. “You would rather take a piece of human trash as a lover than me.”
“That is because you make my skin crawl,” Orfeo spat back.
Diavolo growled, “Is that so? Well then, I guess there is just one thing left to do.”
Diavolo turned away from Orfeo. “Kill him. Rip him apart.”
The lights went out again, and Orfeo felt the weight of a body barreling him over. He could see the man as clearly as if it was day, and saw his fangs as the man went to bite a chunk out of him. He fought the man on top of him, slicing open his throat with his fingernails that had extended. Then he jumped to his feet and continued to fight t he people as they came at him, a ttacking him from left and right. He pushed through the crowded ballroom, receiving sc ratches and bites on the way. But he refused to allow them to drag him down.
Finally, he pushed through a set of French doors to the gardens outside. They chased him through the doors. Too weakened from blood loss to shift and fly away, he ran quickly towards the edge of the l awn where the gardens met the forest. Through the woods, he could hear the other Vampire s all around him. But he continued to run. Occasionally , one would jump out at him and attack. He would fight back, usually killing them in the process. Since he was a pureblood and not a turned Vampire , he was far stronger and faster than the Vampire s chasing him. So he was able to stave off their attacks and escape them. But it wasn’t until he found a small cave, hidden by a bunch of brush and hard to see right away, that he was able to duck inside and hide from his attackers. They passed over him, never noticing the small cave.
After what seemed like hours, Orfeo climbed out of the hole and started to walk toward where he hoped was home. His skin was sliced opened in places all over his body. He was losing blood quickly and becoming weak. Just as the sun started to peak over the horizon, a nd he was about to give up hope, s omeone jumped out from the shadows pulling him into the darkness.
Orfeo yelled and fought until he recognized the voice of the person who was trying to hold him. It was his mother. She had known that Diavolo was up to no good when he had invited Orfeo to that ball and had someone follow them. Just when the attack started, the spy raced back and reported what was happening. His mother had sent many of the largest men in the village after him, and they had killed many of the Vampire s who were chasing him . That’s wh y the attackers stopped looking. They had gone from the hunters to the hunted. But they couldn’t find Orfeo until he came out of his hiding place.
Orfeo’s mother linked with her son’s mind, something that could only be done if the Vampire was their child or one that they sired, and looked through his eyes to see where he might have been. She was relieved and grateful that he was still alive.
Once they arrived at their village and told his father what had happened, a hunt had been declared to find Diavolo and do away with him once and for all. Unfortunately, he was never found.
For many decades, Orfeo’s father searched for Diavolo. He was enraged
Diavolo jumped from the stage, and the crowd dispersed, giving him room to walk straight up to Orfeo. When he was standing in front of Orfeo, he reached up and put his hand on Orfeo’s cheek.
“So beautiful,” he said as he rubbed his thumb across Orfeo’s lower lip. “I have always loved you, Orfeo.”
Then he pushed his hands through Orfeo’s hair, dragging Orfeo toward him as his lips smashed against Orfeo’s. Orfeo fought Diavolo , biting his lip, then pushing him away.
Diavolo glowered at Orfeo, rubbing the blood off of his lip and spitting what had pooled in his mouth onto the floor.
“I have asked you time and again to be my lover, and yet you still push me away,” he yelled at Orfeo. “You would rather take a piece of human trash as a lover than me.”
“That is because you make my skin crawl,” Orfeo spat back.
Diavolo growled, “Is that so? Well then, I guess there is just one thing left to do.”
Diavolo turned away from Orfeo. “Kill him. Rip him apart.”
The lights went out again, and Orfeo felt the weight of a body barreling him over. He could see the man as clearly as if it was day, and saw his fangs as the man went to bite a chunk out of him. He fought the man on top of him, slicing open his throat with his fingernails that had extended. Then he jumped to his feet and continued to fight t he people as they came at him, a ttacking him from left and right. He pushed through the crowded ballroom, receiving sc ratches and bites on the way. But he refused to allow them to drag him down.
Finally, he pushed through a set of French doors to the gardens outside. They chased him through the doors. Too weakened from blood loss to shift and fly away, he ran quickly towards the edge of the l awn where the gardens met the forest. Through the woods, he could hear the other Vampire s all around him. But he continued to run. Occasionally , one would jump out at him and attack. He would fight back, usually killing them in the process. Since he was a pureblood and not a turned Vampire , he was far stronger and faster than the Vampire s chasing him. So he was able to stave off their attacks and escape them. But it wasn’t until he found a small cave, hidden by a bunch of brush and hard to see right away, that he was able to duck inside and hide from his attackers. They passed over him, never noticing the small cave.
After what seemed like hours, Orfeo climbed out of the hole and started to walk toward where he hoped was home. His skin was sliced opened in places all over his body. He was losing blood quickly and becoming weak. Just as the sun started to peak over the horizon, a nd he was about to give up hope, s omeone jumped out from the shadows pulling him into the darkness.
Orfeo yelled and fought until he recognized the voice of the person who was trying to hold him. It was his mother. She had known that Diavolo was up to no good when he had invited Orfeo to that ball and had someone follow them. Just when the attack started, the spy raced back and reported what was happening. His mother had sent many of the largest men in the village after him, and they had killed many of the Vampire s who were chasing him . That’s wh y the attackers stopped looking. They had gone from the hunters to the hunted. But they couldn’t find Orfeo until he came out of his hiding place.
Orfeo’s mother linked with her son’s mind, something that could only be done if the Vampire was their child or one that they sired, and looked through his eyes to see where he might have been. She was relieved and grateful that he was still alive.
Once they arrived at their village and told his father what had happened, a hunt had been declared to find Diavolo and do away with him once and for all. Unfortunately, he was never found.
For many decades, Orfeo’s father searched for Diavolo. He was enraged
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