The demons bright yellow eyes turned to the billowing flags above the towers peaks. It stood tall and proud,almost defiantly, much like its queen. Dusk. The proud, stubborn vampire who ruled behind its walls and corridors. It was almost a mockery.
Kierens gaze then turned to the castles gates and without so much as a thought they burst open almost inviting him within its depths.
A fanged smile spread across his dark features. A few stray strands of hair blow gentle around, almost like a slow caress of the nights breeze.
He rolled his shoulders as his massive black feathered wings retracted back into place. It was time to take down the arrogant vampire a few notches.
His steps were slow and calm as he walked nonchalantly into the castles walls. Countless guards and soldiers surrounded him only to be killed instantly from the inside out without any physical action from the demon.
He continued his careless walk up the stairs, his targets already within sight.
Two children stood, their eyes wide in shock and horror as he made his way towards them.
"Don't you dare lay a hand on them!" The vampires voice boomed through the castle, echoing off the walls. She stood off just a few yards away on the opposing balcony.
He sent her a smug grin before answering, "Or what?"
She made to lunge at him even from that distance but she stopped dead in her tracks. Her breath ceased and she crumpled to the floor screaming.
"Ah, ah," Kieren cautioned as he materialized next to her. He flicked a strand of her hair away from her face as he ran a gentle hand over her cheek, "You'll see them again. . . someday. If not whole, then in pieces. Don't worry, I'll take good care of the little vamps, they'll serve me well,"His gaze flashed up to meet that of the little girls' who clung desperately to her brother, "Especially the little female." a devilish grin of anticipation appeared on his face again as he turned his attention back to the cursing Queen, "Perhaps then you will learn not to be so cocky."
"Bastard!" She yelled, making a failed attempt to strike at him but he was already gone, both children in his arms as he exited the same way he came in; as if he had not one care in the world.
