Blood Enari

The interior of the Bloodthorne Mansion was just as elegant and mysterious as it's exterior; gleaming wood floors, glamorous chandeliers, the walls were all shades of midnight blue and black, thick blue and golden drapes blocked the windows, artistic paintings and exquisite statues, soft velvety blue couches and a ceiling that shimmerd with golden lights reminiscent of stars.

Nobody really paid attention to the stunning decor though, each of their minds were weighed down by the missing Wolf in their group, with the way Teal hair was whisked away nobody assumed that pretty things were being done to her.

"You can leave." A cold voice snapped Camren out of his thoughts as he lifted his eyes to find the owner.

Standing a few feets from them was a Vampire who was probably 10ft tall, gleaming deep red eyes pierced past golden rimmed spectacles to fix them a cold look. Blonde hair slicked back perfectly with not a single strand out of place, he was insanely handsome; sharp jawline, high cheekbones, straight nose and thin pink lips. He was dressed in a black suit that hugged his slim physique perfectly, and even more strange were the huge bat wings that protruded from his back looking ridiculously large.

"They all look so different from each other." Red hair's whispered words were probably the only thing she had said since they got here.

The Zotal tensed, unlike the others he had seen a few Vampires before and knew that this one could easily rip them apart of he deemed it fit.

He looked like a butler, those handsome stuck up guys that Camren used to see in the many movies Hope would drag him to watch. Always receiving guests, keeping the house proper and doing all the nasty jobs for their Master.

Definitely a butler Camren decided; all serious and haughty with that air of superiority Vampires seemed to carry themselves with, as though they weren't tall enough already, they had large egos to fill the room too.

Their escort bowed politely and left the room.

"My name is Rowan, Butler of House Bloodthorne. Well I suppose this is the part were I am supposed to welcome you and all, but I am aware that there isn't anything I can say to make you feel welcome," His voice was passive and cold, "so let's just skip the intro and move onto the next thing."

The next thing was a pairs of neck and wrist collars that were neatly arranged on the table.

"We are not animals." Green hair glared, moving backwards as though the sight burned her.

"I apologize for it is not my intention to collar you like animal, but sometimes Vampires do enter a state of bloodlust were they are driven by pure instinct and hunger, by instinct they would draw blood from the wrist or neck, so it's better to avoid that altogether. it's not a pretty sight when Vampires ensnared in bloodlust attack, all messy and bloody." Rowan repressed a shudder, old memories of a having to throw away a hundred years old curtain resurfacing, how terrible.

"It's exceedingly difficult to clean blood out of carpets and it would be a shame to throw away such antiques, so let's try to avoid that shall we?" Rowan flashed a small smile, sharp fangs gleaming in the light.

"If I understand you properly, you are going to collar us so we don't stain the carpets with our blood, not to keep us safe from the attack of bloodlust Vampires." Camren had heard that Vampire's were cold and detached, but this? Was it really okay to tell someone that a carpet had more value than their life despite how lowly you thought about them?

"Of course. Why would we bother to keep you safe, you're all going to die one way or another." Rowan arched one perfect brow in wonder as he approached them with calm steps.

Green hair was the first to be collared, she growled and tensed, snarling at Rowan who only shot her an unimpressed eye roll.

"Had a fight with the Whitewood I see." Shame burnt beneath the Zotals anger at Rowan's mocking words, barely noticing he was being collared until the cold click sounded.

The collar was cold and uncomfortable, a thick suffocating feeling that was more mental than physical settled over Camren.

"They are even sending children now? Your Alpha's take a new low anytime I think they can't go any lower." Camren frowned, taking a minute to digest the words before realization settled into him. For a Werewolf his height was already unimpressive, but when compared to this Vampire he looked like a dwarf, but still, a child?

"I am not a child." Camren bit back a growl.

"You aren't?" Rowan gave Camren a scrutinizing gaze.

A loud crash caused Camren's reply to die in his throat.

"Why are you being clumsy?" Rowan shot an exasperated look to the Vampire servant who had fell on the floor, pieces of broken porcelain shards scattered around her.

She did not answer, a tortured groan ripping out of her throat as her body convulsed, limbs twisting into an odd angle until she looked like a spider with it's limbs turned backwards.

An unsettling chill settled in the air, a sinister aura filling the room.

"Carla?" Rowan called tentatively, he turned tesne seemingly aware that this thing was no longer Carla.

"I am afraid Carla can't speak at the moment." A sinister grin twisted her face into a malicious canvas. A deep blood red flower had grown out of her forehead.

"Blood Enari." Rowan snarled, one look a the flower and he knew who he was dealing with. "You dare step your filthy feet here." His limbs elongated ready to shift into his Vampiric form.

"To protect the carpets they said." The Zotal

growled, apparently the collar prevented them from being able to transpose.

The Werwolves huddled together, backs glued to each other. In front of this unknown entity they would rather depend on their selves than this Vampire.

Carla or whatever this thing was chuckled. "I see you're angry about the little gifts I left for your people."

A deep red fog filled the room and sleepiness washed over the Werwolves, it's grip so tight they couldn't help but succumb.

When Rowan regained his bearings, he was trapped in a whirling fog of red and black, dark red chains wrapped around his body as they absorbed his power greedily.

He fixed a cold look at the floating black fog with glowing red eyes that sometimes took the shape of a woman and other times a man.

"Even in your domain, you still hide your true face." Rowan chuckled mockingly. "Your cowardice is disgusting." He spat.

"Do not try to goad me with your words, I am past that age child." The voice was disorted as though a hundred of different voices were speaking at the same time; man, woman, child.

"Why are they here?" Rowan tilted his chin towards the suspended body of the Werwolves surrounded by the fog.

"Collateral damage," they shrugged, "wrong place at the wrong time."

"What do you want?" Rowan groaned, his powers were fast depleting.

"I want a lot of things," a cold finger traced his jawline, "things you can't even begin to decipher child." They chuckled coldly. "But now all I want is your life," a cold hand gripped his chin, "last descendant of the Death singers, your power will be used for useful things which you unfortunately won't live to see."

*******

"So which do you prefer?" Camren snapped out of his daze as he struggled to focus on the screen in front of him.

"What?" He shot a confused look at Grace, something was wrong, an odd feeling settled in his being yet he couldn't place a hand on his strange feeling.

"Help me pick a dress for my date." Grace whined gripping his arm, "don't try to chicken out, you promised already." She pouted.

"You should have thought it through before you promised to help Grace pick clothes." Alicia chuckled.

"Mom?" Camden blinked, struggling to think past the haze which filled his brain.

"Are you alright?" Alicia shot him a worried look.

"Hmm." Camren nodded taking in his surroundings.

The house was decorated in shades of white and grey, beautiful and elegant but nothing over the top. Music was blasting from the television, while an amazing smell filled the sitting room from the kitchen. Picture frames filled the walls, each depicting a happy time with his family. Camren's breath stalled as he took a closer look at one.

"Who's that?" Grace followed his finger with a confused look.

"That's your wedding photo with Jason." She shot him a puzzled look, "seriously, is there anything wrong with you?"

"No. I am fine." Why did his head feel so heavy? What was he missing?

"Hey babe." The delicious aroma of chicken surrounded him along with thick muscular arms as a reverent kiss was dropped on his forehead.

Camren whirled, coming face to face with Jason's handsome face, messy dark hair and golden eyes, tanned chest bare except for the apron tied around his body with a pair of sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips.

"How about I help you out in the kitchen?" Camren beamed with a smile.

"It's alright." Jason waved him of, "just keep Alicia and Grace company."

"I am sure they wouldn't mind." Camren shot a look at Grace.

"Sure 'go help out in the kitchen', I am sure that's all you want to do with the way your ogling those abs." Grace chuckled.

"Jealous? Go find your own man." Camren stuck his tongue out as he trailed behind Jason into the kitchen.

*******

"Alright then, help me chop the vegetables." Jason handed him a knife as he hurried to check the chicken.

"You know," Camren drawled, "I will have to give you an A for creativity." Jason turned to look at him as though he had sprouted a new head.

"What are you going on about?" Camren ignored Jason's puzzled look, nostalgia slipped into his eyes.

"There was a time were this was the only life I could dream of; me and Jason happily married, living a happy life at some dream house tucked away at the edge of a small town." Camren sighed. "Unfortunately, some dreams are never meant to be, they have morphed into my greatest nightmares."

"Jason and I being together is like the sun and moon rising together. My affection for him has long fizzled out, worn down by disappointment and anger." Camren was standing in front of Jason, but there was no reply, he just stood; lips curved into a loving smile and eyes blank and empty.

"Your illusion is weak, Grace won't go anywhere without Hope and Jason can't cook to save his life." Camren plunged the knife into Jason's chest, as expected there was no blood, just red fog trickling out of the hole. "I see through your lies deceiver."

"Clever child." A distorted voice chuckled, Jason's eyes had now turned a blood red, his figure dissolving to reveal a shadowy form of a woman as the house was devoured by red fog.

"The rest of your kind have already giving in, yet you could see through my illusion so easily, impressive." A fangy smile gleamed his way.

"I guess it's because you chose the wrong illusion to build." Camren shrugged.

"I guess." She shrugged. "I don't see why you struggle? Out there your fate is being bled to death, why not die happily in this lie?"

"I fight because it's the only thing I have down since I was a child. I had to fight to survive, fight to love, fight to exist and now even though my fate is bleak and dark I won't stop fighting, I never will." Something hot burned in the depths of his heart, eyes glowing an icy blue, his grip on her arm tightening.

"This isn't possible." A disorted voice yelled as cold ice creeped fastly on it's form, the domain was shaking, turning into a world of ice. "Who are you?"

"Camren Moon."