Blood Vengeance

Inspiration: Who You Are

War against the San'layn had raged on. After Aayan and Grant's slaughtering of their fortress, many of the more war like members of their group had taken an oath to avenge their fallen leader. Taking up the mantle had been his brother, who loathed mortals. He did not share the kindness that was mercy, he did not share the ideals of taking mortals and changing them. He sought vengeance, with only one goal in mind. As the Brotherhood were separated to take out the threats in various regions, Lord Alrenir sought out Aayan, knowing just how to take his revenge. Once the two found one another, he isolated them with a blizzard.

"You think I'm afraid of you, Bloodsucker?" Aayan shouts as he gripped his blade.

"If I thought you would fear me, I would have sent someone else." Alrenir sneered, "So tell me, how does it feel knowing you will be the tool of their undoing?"

"What are you talking about?" Aayan glared into the eyes of Alrenir.

Alrenir grinned as his eyes glowed deep crimson, "You fought to save your leader... And now you will be the one to kill them all."

Aayan told himself to lunge and slay the man, yet he felt his muscles tense and lock, keeping him from moving. His gaze could not waver from the man before him and he felt his body moving on its own. He could not call to his dragon allies as they were guarding his family. He was alone... or so he thought.

"Aayan!" Charlotte's voice rang out through the blizzard, causing the men's head to turn to see her figure pushing and fighting against the wild winds.

Oh no.

Aayan wanted to shout for her to flee, yet his lips remained closed.

"Well isn't this delicious. The first victim comes straight to us." Alrenir chuckled to himself, licking his tongue over his fangs.

"Aayan!" Charlotte's voice grew closer before finally breaching the wall of snow.

He felt his body tense once more before turning to face her, grip tightening around the hilt of his blade as her gaze fell upon him.

"No.." Her lips trembled before looking past him to scowl at the San'layn, "You monster! Give him back!"

"As you wish." The San'layn snapped his fingers and Aayan charged at his friend.

Charlotte stood her ground and looked at Aayan, "Snap out of it! This isn't you!"

As his blade came towards her, Charlotte stepped closer, "This is not who you are!"

The scent of blood filled the air as the blade pierced her chest. Aayan's rage built in him and he found himself able to regain control.

"Who you truly are.." Charlotte's words hung in the air as her body fell from the blade and her gaze grew distant.

His heart beat in his ear as he stared at her, rage and sorrow building before he let out an anguished cry and charged the San'layn.. Only to find him gone.