19- son of Hel

The vampire king stood and decided to pay his son a visit. It had been several months now and it would help him to plot out his next steps if he could gloat a bit at the boy who could no longer run away. 

With his torch lit he descended the stairs and went down the corridor, passing guards who stood erect as they saw him coming. 

"Your highness." They said as he passed them. 

He ignored them, and kept going. He reached the tomb of Sirius and opened the large heavy stone door, revealing a room full of caskets. One was made of black marble. He opened it expecting to smell the death he had caused and already had his gloating expression on his face. He opened the lid and froze in anger. His face fell and turned to fury. "Where is he!!!!"" He yelled. 

The guards came running in terrified. "What is it your highness?!!" They exclaimed. 

The king was standing over an open casket, his fingernails scratching at the rim, puncturing the lining of the box. They saw no one inside of it. He let out a growl so loud the room seemed to shake and the guards cowered away from him. "Where is my son!?" 

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Sirius trailed closely behind them into the hotel, his boots silent against the marble floor. The lobby was bathed in a dim amber glow, the air faintly perfumed with old carpet and lingering smoke. It was the nicest hotel in the town but the town had a lot of transients passing through.

His eyes stayed locked on the pair disappearing down the hallway, the click of the man's shoes growing fainter. He quickened his steps, determined not to lose them.

They didn't notice his scent but he could smell her. She smelled like she was with child and it smelled like him. This relieved him a bit, that meant the man hadn't yet touched her. Their bond was still intact, this was the girl he had been searching for; the one he had felt for months now. It was unmistakable.

But before he could slip into the hallway, a sharp throat-clearing snapped him out of his focus.

"Excuse me, sir," the man behind the desk called, his voice crisp, almost worried.

Sirius paused mid-stride, his jaw tightening. He turned his head just enough to catch the man's uncomfortable expression. A pen shook nervously in his hand, the other hand clearly on the button below the counter.

The clerk's gaze flicked to the hallway, then back to Sirius, as if measuring whether to press further.

"Hello sir, do you have a reservation?" 

Sirius looked at the man and showed him his badge and said, "I'm intercepting a kidnapping. I need to know what room those werewolves are staying in. The woman is my wife." 

The man's face filled with fear when Sirius said this. He held up his hands and looked behind Sirius and began trembling. 

Just as Sirius turned around, he noticed a group of gangsters had blocked the hallway to the elevators and one of them was pointing a gun at Sirius. They must have smelled him afterall.

"I don't want to get involved" the man said and dove behind the counter. 

Sirius heard a gun go off and his senses heightened.

He pulled out his pistol from his waistband, turned to face the oncoming bullet, and moved his head to the side as it whizzed past, leaving a burn in his black eyebrow and leaving a mark.

Instantly, he fired and the man fell to the ground. He fired two more shots just as the sound of two more guns went off, and bullets collided mid-air and fell to the ground. 

Dispite that many of the men had heard of this vampire cop, they had never faced him and some ran away in that moment; they had seen enough.

Some still blocked the hallway, but they didn't shoot at him anymore, and just stood there.

He then turned back to the man behind the counter, who shakily got back up, ducking down and covering his head with his arm as he typed on the computer and two plastic hotel room keys popped up out of a machine. "Room 505." He said and then hid himself again. 

A few more shots fired now that his head was turned and he caught the bullets in a black scaled clawed hand, not being burned. With a flick of his wrist he dropped the bullets on the floor with a clink.

Sirius then began walking towards the elevators and gave the gangsters a menacing look with black eyes as he approached them. 

"Move." He said with a deep growl in the back of his throat, showing his fangs. 

His hands became rough and his nails grew longer and curved with black talons, dragon hide and black scales crept up his forearms and along his spine until they reached his elbows and two pairs of white wings grew out of his back. He did the same thing with his feet, talons erupting through his shoes.

The gangsters bowed towards him in a trance and said, "As you command, son of Hel." 

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Aksel swiped his card and the door made a click sound as it opened. Carlston stepped inside and placed the sleeping girl onto the bed. 

She looked like she was the same age as his daughter was the last time he had seen her. 

In a way, missing his children was why he helped Sirius out so much. The young, next generation was the future of the world, and he hoped that they could keep their innocence instead of the fate that awaited this girl. 

"Get out of here, what are you still doing here." Aksel said angrily interrupting his thoughts. 

"Yes sir, so sorry sir." He stepped away from Saoirse and turned around, walking towards the door.

"I'm so sorry." He said again as he shut the door. 

Saoirse lay on the bed in silence, still not moving and Aksel sat next to her. "You know Saoirse, you brought this upon yourself." He began unzipping her dress and continued, "you are so blind to the truth, you could have noticed that I liked you, bonded with me, ruled the world together with me, created a world without vampires." 

Once he pulled her sleeves off of her, he realized that she had her athleisure shirt on, and growled angrily. He continued, "The Alpha was right, you aren't just going to be with me when you have such a close bond with your real husband. Well all that ends now! 

"I'm going to break your bond with him and kill him, and all you're going to be able to do is lay there." He chuckled to himself and his fingernails became claws and he tore her dress off of her in a grand gesture, shreds of fabric tangled with he claws and sequins flying into the air. 

Before he could reach down to tear off her pants though, she grabbed his hand and smacked her head into his head, then kicked him in the stomach and he went flying into the wall with great force. 

"I AM NOT THE NAIVE GIRL THAT YOU THINK THAT I AM!!!!!"