Chapter 2

Ash's point of view

 

I search the Firepit, but she is gone, but those eyes still haunt me.

 

As I make my way backstage, Stan is waiting for me; he looks at me as he asks. "You okay, Jax?" "Yeah"

Is all I manage to say, my thoughts still consumed by her beautiful face. Stan does not press me for anymore, although he knows that something is troubling me as he places a large glass in front of me. I empty its contents feeling the burn as it hits the back of my throat. Even though I don't have any more fights this week, I spend every night at the Firepit searching through the crowd for her, but she is never there. Maybe it was just my imagination playing tricks on me.

 

No, she was far too beautiful to be my imagination. 

I have never seen a woman as beautiful as her in my life, but it was her eyes that I was drawn to, they look almost soulless, empty, and lifeless, and for some reason, I find myself wanting to help this beautiful woman. I need to find out who she is and why she was here. I'm worried that she is in trouble and may have come here looking for help.

 

As the week comes to an end, there is still no sign of her; I must resign myself to the fact that I will probably never see her again.

 

The championships are only three weeks away, and I spend every spare minute training; I am in my prime, and I know without a doubt the championship is mine.

I also have an influx of new kids coming into the gym, most of them escaping the city and the New Vampire King; I cannot describe the fear on these kids' faces, and if I am being honest, it worries me. This New King of the vampires rules with fear; I clench my fist as I listen to the horror stories.....He needs to be stopped.

Stan and I are the last ones out tonight; after locking the front doors, we head out to the back, where our cars are parked; before we head across the car park, Stan stops looking to his left near the waste bins as he says. "What's that." I stop walking, turning my head to the sound of a shallow groan.

 

"Fuck" We both set off in a run; what we find will be etched in my mind forever. There is a teenage lad curled up in a ball alongside the rubbish, dumped like a piece of trash, and If I hadn't had heard the low groan, I would have sworn this kid was already dead. Kneeling as I gently roll him onto his side so I can get a better look at him, his shallow breathing telling me what a desperate situation this kid is in, and when I say kid looking at him, he's probably no more than thirteen.

 

As I pick him up in my arms, I notice the fang marks on his neck as I mutter. "Fucking bloodsuckers."

Stan helps me get the kid back into the Firepit before I lay him down on a stretcher in the medical Centre, checking his blood group so I can get a desperately needed blood transfusion up and running. Yes, this is the reality of what I'm having to deal with, keeping supplies of blood so I can bring these kids back from the brink of death. Every fighter that walks through my door gives blood for emergencies, but these emergencies are getting far too frequent, and I've never had one this close to death.

Stan leaves in the early hours, and I spend the night at the Firepit, pumping blood through this child's body, praying that he can make it through until the morning. Thankful for my training as an army medic before the vampires started to take over our towns and cities. They are looking for fresh blood; I can feel it as they move closer to us.

This has to End…….

 

Before the vampires end us all…….

I wake up in the morning, having spent the night in a chair in the medical room alongside this lad; when I open my eyes, I let out a sigh of relief as he is finally awake and looking directly at me. "Hey buddy, how are you feeling? You gave me quite a scare last night." I ask. 

"Okay." He answers with a croaky voice.

I help him sit up before getting him a drink and holding the glass to his cracked lips; I am still slightly worried about his pale features. "Thank you." He mumbles as I help him lay back down.

 

"How did you get here?" I ask as I wonder how the hell he could get anywhere in the state he was in.

"I don't know…..I don't know where I am." He says with a shaky breath as a tear slips down his face.

 

"You're at the Firepit, and you're safe here, kid…..what's your name?" I ask him.

"Dylan."

He replies as he wipes away his tears with his dirty sleeve. "Okay, Dylan, tell me everything you remember." He takes a deep breath before he begins. "I was captured as a pet; King Areon gave me to Queen Anna as a pet; she got mad, saying she didn't want a pet, so the king made her drink my blood. I…...don't remember anything after that."

So, it seems the Vampire Queen is just as cruel and ruthless as her husband; I bang my fist down on the table I say. "They need to be stopped." The kids look at me as though I'm crazy as he whispers. "You can't stop the vampires."

I laugh as I reply......"I have my ways……"

 

 

 

It is time to stand up to this new king and Queen; it's time to get our lands back and free our people; it's time to revolt against the vampires and bring freedom to our people.

It's time to start a war.

 

A war against a Vampire King and Queen and end their reign of terror.