The creatures turned, sensing his presence, and getting a whiff of his blood.
He flinched. How did they know he was there? He wondered as his body shook violently. Oh, no. What was he going to do? He had to... He had to get away.
But then, one grabbed him by the wrist, inhaling deeply, and yelled out in delight. "It seems we've been given yet another fresh taste!" Lucas's horror was evident in his horror-struck face.
"Let... Let me go." He said, his voice below his breath since his fears were getting the better of him. "Let me go."
Devon, sitting at the center, noticed attention had been swept to one corner of the room, and then, his nose caught a whiff of that delicious blood he knew well.
His gaze snapped towards the direction and he found Lucas, his eyes blazing with anger. In a flash, he appeared before Lucas, superhuman speed blurring his movement.
He grabbed the hand of the creature holding the hand of his lover and said in a heavy tone,
"Get away and don't dare come near him."
The creature shrunk back in reverence, and Devon shifted his gaze to Lucas, who was staring at him with horror and fear bleeding out of his eyes, searching this unfamiliar appearance on his lover.
Devon looked down at Lucas's hand where the scent was seeping out of his wound, and his eyes had this certain glow.
Of all places, he decided to get wounded. It just had to be in a place that was overflowing with blood-crazed creatures.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Devon's voice was low and menacing, his fangs still bared. Lucas trembled, paralyzed by fear. "Do you know where this is?"
Lucas trembled and as Devon wanted to take a step towards him, he subconsciously raised his other hand, his entire body shivering in fear. He was panicking.
What was going on? He didn't know, but his heart was beating so fast, and his breath seemed to be cut in the pungent smell.
He couldn't breathe. He couldn't see clearly either. Fear was eating at him slowly and he took trembling steps back,
"D-don't, don't come closer. Stay... Stay away from me." He stuttered with dry throat and quivering lips.
It was like he had been drained of his vitality in just a few minutes.
Devon's expression darkened, his eyes narrowing in annoyance as he said, "You shouldn't be here, Lucas. This is not for your eyes." His gaze swept the room, ensuring no one approached Lucas.
The creatures watched, their red eyes gleaming with hunger, but they could not take a step closer and defile Devon's command. The command of their Lord.
But Lucas was so terrified that his heart kept pacing and his eyes kept blurring. Cold sweat was dripping down every pore in his body and his shirt was getting soaked.
He didn't even want to know what was going on anymore. He just wanted to get away. Get away from... His eyes landed on Devon's face and he shriveled... These monsters.
He flung his hand out of Devon's hold and wanted to run but his legs failed him, as well as his consciousness, so the moment he took a step on the stairs, he fell backward, his consciousness leaving him and he wondered,
'Am I going to die?'
Devon caught him with one hand, took a long hard look at his face with his glowing eyes, and muttered,
"You always know how to wind up in the most dangerous places, don't you?"
"Sire," Lawson called, appearing beside him and bowing his head.
He took one long look at Lucas resting in Devon's arms and silently clicked his tongue.
"It would seem he has yet again found his way to where he doesn't belong." Lawson said and stretched out his black-gloved hands, "Please hand him to me. I will treat his wounds and send him away at once."
Devon glanced at Devon with just his eyes and then glanced away.
"It's fine." He said. "I was getting bored anyway." He turned to the dark creatures, his subjects, who were waiting to hear his next commands. His eyes glowed as he said, "No one must speak of this. Do so and your head will be next on the platter."
At the mention of his words, they bowed their heads
Lawson had no choice but to bow and heed as well. He watched his Lord carry the human boy in his arms and walk up the stairs. But then Devon paused and said,
"By the way, this shouldn't Mark the end of the fun. You can continue but, Lawson,"
"Yes, sire?" Lawson responded politely.
"Make sure to 'clean up' once it strikes midnight." He said and Lawson bowed his head in full understanding.
"Yes, sire."
Lawson watched till they were out of sight, his expression filled with displeasure.
Lawson, as well as everyone in that dark basement, were vampires, and Devon, though their Lord, was a hybrid. And not a hybrid of a human and vampire, but a fallen angel, otherwise known as a demon and a vampire.
The union of a demon and a vampire was not supposed to bring forth fruit. But a miracle, as they call it, happened and a child was born.
A child born with the cravings of blood like a vampire and the powers and appearance of a demon. Horns and wings that made him far superior to every dark creature.
But... This supposed miracle child, though more powerful than any other, was apparently cursed.
Lawson had been with him right from the ancient times and each time the curse manifested, he was there to witness it, cursing how he could not be of any help and how they had to look towards a human.
That human... To calm him down.
Lawson, though obedient, was not as nice to humans as his Lord was. In fact, no vampire could tolerate humans as much as Devon. They lived among humans, still dominating them as their leaders, but did not kill as they did in the old days. But that did not mean they acknowledged humans.