Call Of The Dark



"He's dead!" one of the villagers shouted. 

"Get out of here as soon as possible!" the Head of the village growled at his men. He didn't want to be seen as the killer of Prince Jade. He had avenged the king and this was the best way he could. While going back, he told them to remain quiet about who killed the prince. Along with his men, he exited the room and they all galloped back to the area where all others were fighting. 

Drogo fought with the vampires with all he had and eventually by the end of the day, very few were left. 

Jasper was too exhausted and tired. He didn't know that his mission of collecting taxes would convert into something so ghastly. Jade hadn't returned from the weapon room and he had heard the blast that occurred there. It had shaken the whole building. Jasper was dreading that Jade wasn't killed and that he was lying injured. 

As soon as it was evening, Jasper could trace out of the building along with his remaining men and together they all bravely fought with the villagers and drove them away. Jasper had only one thing to do now which was to get his brother from the room and then get the hell out of here. He took his men along with him to the room but what he saw there was a sight he would never forget in his life. "Jade!" he rasped as he rushed to his twin whose head was lying on her floor, biting dust. His headless body rested against the wall. "Jade!" Dread blasted in his chest. Who could have killed him? With trembling hands he picked up his brother's head. A shiver ran down his spine. Tears blurred his vision. He sank on his knees and clutched his brother's head to his chest. "Who did this?" he roared. "Who did this?" 

His men stood behind him, bereft. No one knew who killed Jade. One of them said, "I heard the rebel leader's name while they were attacking us, m'lord." 

Jasper whipped his head towards him. "You mean Drogo?" 

"Yes." 

Jasper clenched his teeth so hard that his fangs hurt. He was going to make him pay for what he did to his twin brother. "Wind up everything. We will go back to the palace with my brother's body! I will show it to my father." His sorrow was immeasurable. He wanted to kill Drogo now, but he had very few vampires left. So he was going to kill him or torture him, but he would do it slowly. He would lengthen his torture. 

In the next one hour, the vampires gathered all their things and went away. Jade's body was placed in a caged carriage, wrapped in a lot of ice. 

As the vampires evacuated the village, there was a kind of celebration amongst the villagers. Everyone praised Drogo and his men for driving the vampires away. 

"You've done a commendable job," the Head of the village said. "We have thrown the vampires out of here, and the king would think twice before coming back here." 

Drogo laughed. "What are you going to do with all the bodies of the vampires?" 

"We will blast the building and their bodies will burn in the fire or the sun," he replied. The Head was a cunning man. He didn't reveal that he had killed Jade. He was going to let Drogo believe that he spearheaded a successful rebellion. 

"That's a great idea," Drogo said. "Let us all celebrate tonight because tomorrow we will go back." 

"Are you sure that you want to go back to your village?" the Head asked. "You can stay here for as long as you want." 

Drogo shook his head. "No, I have to go there. I did what I could for all of you. I am needed there as well." He wasn't, but he had to show his importance. 

The village Head shrugged. "As you like it, Drogo." 

That night Drogo and his men celebrated their victory over the vampires. Drogo was sure that now that this rebellion was won over, the king would be very happy. He would call him for more rebellion in different parts of the kingdom. Perhaps he would ask the king to pay him for the next rebellions. A smile formed on his lips as he thought about it. A woman who was dancing with others around a bonfire approached him. 

"Would you like to see where I live?" she asked with a lusty smile. 

Drogo raised his eyebrow. The woman was beautiful and he was sick of his wife's antics. "Yes, show me." 

The woman bit her lip and extended her hand. He grabbed it and walked after her as she dragged him to her home that was round the corner. In a few minutes, he stripped her and so did she. He was on top of her, pounding inside her, drunk on victory and alcohol. 

Next day he left with his men to go back to the village. This time they didn't hurry up. They took all their time. The villagers had packed a lot of food for them. The Head had instructed them to take a different route back to the village because it was possible that the same route could be patrolled by the king's soldiers. So they took a longer route that would be covered in three days. But since they stopped by a lot of inns and rested in between, it took them four days to reach the village. 

However, they were shocked when they reached the village. It was almost midnight. The village was shrouded in silence and dark. "What is going on?" he asked Gastuj. They were standing inside the woods that surrounded the village. 

"I don't know," Gastuj said as he dismounted the horse. 

Drogo narrowed his eyes. This was bizarre. "Go and find out," he said. 

Gastuj nodded. He left the horse with them and walked to the village. 

They waited for an hour, then two, but Gastuj didn't return.

Drogo dismounted his horse. He pulled the hoodie of his cloak over his head and signaled others to do the same. After leaving the horses, they all walked to the village cautiously. 

Horror struck his chest when he saw the poster stuck on the wall of the first house.