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The Ambush

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The sun was finally cresting over the dense forest canopy that had for so long selfishly soaked up its rays as the dawn crept forward. All the small creatures on the ground of the forest stirred up, finally being awoken by the heat coming through the tops of the trees, but there were those who had woken up hours before this beautiful crest and they ran through the floor of the forest as if running for their lives. Fallen leaves floated up seconds after their feet touched the ground, their speed too much for even the sharpest of eyes, but their steps were silent. As if never truly touching the ground, nothing could be heard of the crinkling leaves or precarious dead tree limbs. The beings seemed to be apparitions, but their silence was halted by a deep voice, commanding the other of the pair to shoot. From there would come the whizzing of an arrow into the trunk of a large oak that had upon it paint that formed a red and white bullseye. It landed inches from the center which made the one firing the arrow groan in discontent at their shot. From the shadows that were still cast from the trees came a man, no older than 25, with a crossbow in one hand and a quiver of arrows. The crossbow was meticulously made to the form of the man so that it hugged him and provided the best shot. The wood was a sturdy oak base with a hand twirled wire of wool and other fibers to shoot the arrow itself. Nothing on the weapon seemed unprofessional as if made by a master and by a master it was.

The man pulled out the shot and placed it right back into his quiver, thinking and going over his angle to try and piece together what happened to throw off his shot. Not wanting to frustrate himself any further, he placed his weapon and shots down before putting on a hair band to keep his silver hair out of his face. He was exhausted from the sprint the two of them had just accomplished and was more interested in breakfast that was, no doubt, finished by now. The crossbow was slung over his right shoulder and the quiver over his left. This bow was not his just yet, still being a prototype his master was developing for when he finally earned his weapon, but he loved it all the same. “Enough daydreaming, let’s get back home, alright?” that same deep, commanding voice spoke up from behind the man to reveal another male that looked nothing like the one wielding the weapon. His age showed in lines around his eyes and scars that littered both his arms and chest which was revealed with a deep cut tunic. His skin was a sickly pale which matched the ghostly white hair that flowed down to his waist. The one bit of color that stood out was his eyes which held an unnatural crimson color. Everything that radiated off of this man spoke of some unnatural force, but the other was not dissuaded from the aura surrounding him, “The biscuits and sausages should be done cooking by now if my watch is still running correctly.” He stated and walked over while pulling out a golden pocket watch. With a chuckle, the one wielding the bow looked to the watch, “I have no idea how you are able to read that thing, Sorin. School never taught me how to read those things, I just look at my phone and get it instantly,” his voices was bubbly and more lighthearted than the one called Sorin. Sorin gave a light laugh to that and ruffled the man’s hair, “Oh Jace, I suppose there are still some things I have yet to teach you that you are in desperate need of learning.” His mannerisms were that of a world long forgotten, but he held the same jovial tone that Jace did as they teased each other. The two of them walked back to their home that lay in the center of the woods with stomachs ready to be filled with the promised meal. Sorin was not hungry for the same as Jace though. He was hungry for a meal he had in the fridge that would quench his hunger for blood. Sorin was a millennia old vampire who had been gifted with incredible power that was sought after by his own kind. This want for his power had driven him to find a home within the depths of woods that could hide him from the outside world. That hadn’t stopped him from becoming alone and a recluse as on his many travels across the world, he came across Jace. Unlike him, Jace was a normal human who, despite his hair, was normal in every way on the surface level. Underneath his unsuspecting look lay a plethora of psychic powers that Sorin had been able to see firsthand when the two first met. He had become interested in the boy and when he found that his mother couldn’t care for him and his new powers, Sorin had offered to take the boy under his wing to not only train him, but help his mother. As well as taking Jace under his wing, he helped his mother out financially and the two of them had been together ever since. It had been 6 years ago today that he had finally brought Jace over and Sorin was training him as much as the boy could handle. He had grown leagues since then, almost making Sorin feel envy towards how the child could master skills faster than he when he was that young. Jaces’ psychic powers were never, and still being, the easiest to manage and train, but the boy could fight hand to hand, shoot a crossbow and use a sword, so not all was lost with his investment in the boy. His thoughts halted on the progress of Jace to see the home he had built himself from the ground up. A joy always came over him when he witnessed the Victorian-esque mansion that boasted nearly 15 bedrooms, 16 bathrooms, a training hall, full kitchen, large dining room, library to hold nearly 10,000 books and two living rooms. He had gone overboard when making the home, but at the time of him making it, it was his dream and he would do anything to make it a reality. As Sorin looked over to Jace, he could see the same amazement over the sight as when he was first brought over. The memories of the boy brought him joy and seeing the wonder that stuck throughout trials and tribulations made him feel a sort of pride. “Gawking is a punishable offense in some countries. I advise you to avert your gaze away from my property before I punish you,” Sorin teased as he got to the front door and opened it for the both of them. The smell of biscuits and sausages would fill their lungs instantly, making Jaces’ stomach growl louder than it already had. He would laugh a bit before placing the weapons near the door and taking off his shoes as were the rituals Sorin had in place. Sorin took off his shoes as well, but he didn’t have any weapons on him today so he didn’t shed anything else from his person, “Today went well, don’t you think? You kept up with my pace very nicely compared to yesterday and your shot almost hit bullseye, much better than yesterday. Tomorrow we will be doing some sword strikes, so prepare for that accordingly, please,” Sorin told Jace as they both walked to the kitchen. Jace seemed uninterested in the training schedule since it had never really changed since his arrival, but Sorin continually reminded him as if he couldn’t remember basic details. That and he dislikes the sword training as it involved a lot of stationary movements and he was more of a free spirit with how he fought. It may have been his unnatural powers, or just the way he was raised, but Jace hated being grounded and tried to avoid such as much as possible. The crossbow was his favorite weapon so far and he would rather something light and mobile than Sorins’ preferred longsword. The two of them were on opposite sides when it came to training and what should be focused on, but the only thing they could get along over was food. Sorin was just as much of a glutton that Jace was which made for some great discussions and wonderful times exploring together even when one party doesn’t want to be there. Even with their personal differences and their biological differences, the two of them could be considered friends with how well they knew each other. As the two moved silently of each other, Jace would bring out the tray of food not with his hands, but mentally as he enveloped the tray in a blue aura. His psychic powers were specialized in telekinesis and he would use it as much as possible for household chores both back homme and here with Sorin which Sorin disliked, but never made a big fuss over. He saw it as lazy, but it was helping Jace, so he didn’t much care. The man took a bit of the food in one of his hands before eating them happily, “Oh this batch is really good today! I didn’t think these would be as good as the other brand that we buy, but they’re really good,” Jace put the tray down and pull out the sausages in the microwave that had been cooked earlier and had been put on a plate. Sorin took a few of the sausages, not wanting to be rude, before going to the fridge and pulling out his bag of blood. This one was an O positive so it would be a nice treat for him today since that blood was the sweetest to him. The two got their food ready and went to the table to eat in peace before going back to training which would last for another 4 hours before they would stop again. This had been lengthened significantly since Jaces’ first training sessions all those years ago. Sorin watched Jace eat for a bit before he spoke up, “How about we go to the river after the second session? I know you’ve wanted to go there for a while, but we’ve been busy for a while so I suppose we could have a fun day there.” This made Jace light up in joy. It was one of the few times he would show those childish eyes to Sorin and that made it worth going to the river which Sorin didn’t quite care for at all. Sorin thought of what the session would consist of after the breakfast and what areas he would want to help fix at the moment. His crossbow skills are getting better but they really need work. His psychic powers need even more help though so I should focus on that before anything else. It’ll wear him out so that may be good for the river excursion we’ll have today, Sorin thought this to himself as he took a big sip of the blood, even having it drip down his mouth a bit with how much he drank. Jace chuckled at that, “Messy, messy,” he pointed out the blood, handing Sorin a napkin which he took and cleaned himself with. Jace chuckled and continued to eat his breakfast, happy to have a normal meal with him. These moments just reminded him of his old home and his mother and their meals they would have once in a while. Him and his mother never had too much time together, but those moments they did have was the best of his life. He missed his mother on these perfect mornings and days him and Sorin had, but she was never more than a phone call away, so as always, he would call her before starting their training. They then ate their meals in silence for a good 10 more minutes before Jace went to stand to begin to clean the dishes, but was stopped by Sorin. This was uncharacteristic for the vampire, so Jace stopped in his place to see what was going on. Sorin grumbled to himself about something Jace couldn’t hear quite well. The silver haired man stood up and went towards the front door, picking up his weapon from a hidden crawl space he had built for easy attacking. It was not only his trusted sword but as well his personal crossbow with shots at the ready. Whatever was going on, it wasn’t good, but Jace was silently ordered to stay behind, which angered him a small bit, but not enough to protest. If Sorin was getting out his weapon for a fight, it was going to be big and he had no business slowing his mentor down. “I’ll be back in a minute. Do not go out no matter what. I smell some unwanted guests and they won’t be as merciful to humans as I have been to you.” Jace would then know instantly what was out there; vampires. Sorin had a bad history with others of his kind and was being hunted by them as far as Jace knew. The two never had to deal with them before which had been good for them both to get some training done, but Sorin new the time would come where they would come back and had taught Jace what to do in case of an event like this. Sorin walked out those doors and left Jace to hide in his room and lock the doors tight until he heard the safe word being called from downstairs. His heart was racing, the unknown enemies getting to him without him even seeing their faces or knowing their power. Sorin had put the fear into him well enough that he wouldn’t be dumb enough to go and look for the vampires and get himself killed. The images of those beasts that Sorin described raced through his mind which only worsened what his mind was conjuring up at the moment. As he sat at his desk and looked outside from his large window, he could hear the cries of those Sorin were killing from below. The screeches bore into his head like nails going down a chalkboard, bringing about a nasty headache that made him hold his head in pain. It surprised him how Sorin could deal with the screams of those feral beasts down below, but he remembered that Sorin had been fighting against them for nearly thousands of years. Sorin had trained to kill his own kind so this was nothing to him, but it did make him feel sort of saddened at the fact he had to kill those who could be his kin. He took a deep breath and looked around to his room, heading towards his king sized bed which lay next to the other window which was circular instead of rectangular like the other. He hoped there that he wouldn’t have to hear those screams anymore. Jace lay down and looked up to the old world styled roof and architecture he was confined to at this moment. It was almost claustrophobic in the room, but it was welcome and comforting in this stressful moment. He could barely remember his modern home with how long he had been here, but it had been perfect for Jace so far so he didn’t get an urge to go back to that place. As his pure green eyes begun to close and he begun to drift into a nice slumber, the feeling of cold swept over his lips and before his eyes could be opened, that same feeling came over his eyelids, shutting them. He begun to panic and tried to flail around, but found his chest and legs to be pinned to the bed while, what he could tell now to be two hands, kept their grip over his mouth and eyes. He knew what this was and knew that somehow, these beasts had gotten past Sorin to get into the house. They had targeted him. He was trapped beneath this being and shuddered as he could feel their breath brush past his ear, whispering, “Stay calm little one, it’ll be over in a second. I just want to try some of that sweet blood Sorin has been keeping from us all this time.” His mind begun to race with what this vampire was going to do to him. Jace knew from Sorin that if a vampire sucked the blood from their victim though a bite, there was a chance for them to become a vampire as well, or even worse, a belonging which meant that Jace would become a human slave! He mustered up as much strength as he could find and pushed the vampire off with not only his muscles, but as well, his powers. He took a deep breath, cowering to the corner of his bed as he screamed for Sorin. He could’ve fought back, gotten the dagger he hid under his pillow, but the shock of the surprise attack left Jace almost immobile. He needed his vampire protector to save him from the beast before him. To his relief, Sorin wasn’t too far away. To his displeasure, Sorin had crashed right through the window beside him, making Jace curse. The vampire was easily taken care of by the much stronger Sorin so now Jace had to only worry about the glass covering his bed. “Really, douchebag? Right next to me?!” Jace snapped. “Pfft, it was either there or your desk.” Sorin huffed. “I would’ve rather that! This is my bed, where I sleep!” “I don’t very much care for your attitude young man, you’re grounded.” “Grounded?!” Before Sorin could respond, he moved out of the way from a flaming arrow that whirred into the room. It had been aimed for his chest which made Sorin chuckle at the brashness of the archer, “Oh that’s precious. Now, you stay here and arm yourself damnit. I’ll be done with this soon enough and we’ll get along with your punishment,” Sorin gave a wink and jumped out of the window. As he did, Jace couldn’t help but notice something was shining from below in the bushes. It certainly wasn’t from where the arrow came from, so it made him wonder. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was going on though, “Sorin wait!” Jace called fruitlessly as Sorin had just jumped from the second story window to an ambush. From where Jace saw the flash, a shotgun blast ripped through Sorins clothes, getting a few fragments lodged into his chest, but not enough to actually hurt him. That’s when the second shotgun blast came from the bottom floor, hitting Sorin much closer than the first back and causing more carnage than before. The vampire landed on his knees, in pain from the shots, but not out for the count. He looked to the ground before standing up and moving to the left, setting off another shot gun blast to his side. This had all been a trap, he should have known! The vampires would’ve never sent forth the few beasts he killed, but Sorin had become cocky and fell right into a trap they had to have been setting up as soon as Sorin left the house, maybe even earlier with the intricacy it showed. He now had multiple shells in his body and he had to stay focused to not get another round, but as he moved his foot centimeters forward, the archer sent forth another arrow, this one hitting him square in the shoulder area. Specifically, a tendon which helped moving his left arm was hit, tearing it and rendering the arm immobile. A roar of pain left his lips as he not only had shotgun shells in his body, but as well a razor sharp arrow in his arm. The trees shook with his cry and the vampires only got rowdier with his agony. Sorin knew this would be it, not only was he stuck and pumped with lead, but he was as well disabled. Sorin collapsed to his knees and tried to stop the bleeding as much as possible. He was bleeding profusely and now he couldn’t see straight. He was swaying slowly and his vision blurring; Sorin was a sitting duck, waiting for that killing blow or the inevitable kidnapping from his father. The vampires moved forward, smelling his blood which was flowing freely through his open wounds. They were ready to strike him for the killing blow, but stopped as they heard a call from above. “Sorin!!” Sorin groggily looked up to see Jace coming from the second story window with a piece of wood at his feet. The boy was enveloped in his blue aura as he came to Sorins’ side to protect him. The now weakened vampire couldn’t argue before he fell onto his side, passing out from the blood loss and pain. Jace knew he was outmatched and had to do something to save Sorins’ life. Quickly, he reached to Sorins side, pulling out the crossbow he knew Sorin had on him and begun firing at the vampires. The first few shots didn’t hit which brought forth more arrows at him which he deflected with a barrier he had up. He was shaking from fear as he was shot up. He didn’t have his confidence, nor his teacher to guide him through this situation, but as he looked to the pool of blood spreading out on the ground, Jace took a deep breath and steadied his weapon. He raised his crossbow and took a shot, hitting a vampire who screamed in pain. His focus went to another glint in the forest, hitting a second vampire in the forehead. As if he was an expert marksman, Jace begun to shoot at the hidden vampires that had not come forward. This set off the vampires and they began to scatter, fearing for their safety. They didn’t go far though as a force brought them back to the slaughter which Jace obliged with killing them one by one with his crossbow. More and more of the vampires fell to the ground and Jace continued to shoot until he ran out of arrows. Once that happened, the vampires took this to their advantage and lunged right at him. There was a hoard of 15 vampires coming at the man, but he didn’t back down from his place and instead cocked back the string without a shot loaded. From the place of the shot came a pointed stick from the ground in an aura of blue which he shot easily. Jace got one through its eye and the stick didn’t stop. His psychic power kept the momentum going and it went through the rest of the vampires as if they were just butter. Their corpses fell to the ground, limp and dead from being pierced in the head, but Jace wasn’t done with his stick. He shot it into the forest where he assumed the force was that brought the lesser vampires to him. The stick stopped and after hearing a menacing laugh, a dark aura lifted from the area and Jace knew that they were safe from whomever the being was. Blood still rained from the dead vampire corpses, getting all over Sorin and Jace which made him groan in disgust. Jace shook this thought away as he focused on the dying vampire beside him. The crossbow fell from his hands and he went to Sorins side, making tourniquets to slow the bleeding. “Oh man Sorin, if you were awake right now, you’d definitely take back that grounding you gave me. I killed all those guys like they were nothing,” Jace tried to lighten the mood as he brought Sorin into his room and got him onto his bed. He went to the kitchen and brought back some blood packs and was shocked to see Sorin up and trying to get out of bed. “No, no, no! You’re wounded and I’ve brought you some food to help you out, okay? Stay in bed and let me take care of you, you old man,” he laughed and pushed a weak Sorin back onto the bed. With a groan, he followed the orders of Jace and he took the bags to drink. His hands were shaking, but Sorin was able to drink from the bags on his own. Jace sat beside the bed and went to speak, but was cut off by Sorin in-between his drinking. “I saw what you did back there, Jace. I can’t believe you’ve come this far and did so well without my help. I was scared you wouldn’t be able to stand up to him and I was worried that I failed you,” Sorin explained, “That was my father back there… He’s been after me for so long and today, he could’ve gotten me this time if not for you protecting me. I guess what I’m trying to get at is that I’m thankful. Thank you, Jace. Even though I never act like it, I’ve always been proud of you, and now, I’m even more proud than I’ve ever been.” The old stone face of Sorin broke out into a smile as he looked to Jace. Jace couldn’t believe what he was hearing, Sorin had never said he was proud of him, or even smiled in such a soft way towards Jace. He thought that Sorin was poisoned or he was finally losing his mind after all these years! He was going to speak again, but as before, the vampire interrupted with his own words, “I took you from your life and now that you’ve seen my life and what my father will do to me, I don’t want you to feel like I’m forcing you to stay with me. I knew this would be dangerous to you, but I was hoping it wouldn’t be this bad, that I would be so careless with your safety. Now, I guess, I’m saying that I’m sorry for putting you into this situation, Jace. Could you ever forgive me for what I’ve done?” Sorin looked to Jace with his soft, crimson eyes. Jace really hadn’t expected all of this from Sorin! Not only was he thanking him, but he was as well saying he was sorry and showed some sort of remorse for his mistake. Jace almost didn’t know what to do, but he took a deep breath and gave a big smile, “You’re welcome and no, I’m not going to leave you Sorin. Yes, this was all very unexpected and yes, I really didn’t appreciate you just running out into the heat of battle without looking for some type traps, but, and it’s a big but, I can’t just leave you. Sorin, you’ve given me so much and I am so grateful for everything you’ve done for me in the time I’ve been here. I’m mastering my powers and I totally dominated with the crossbow! More than anything, this is my home now and I don’t think I could ever go back to my boring old life where no one understood me and I was at the tail end of every bullies attacks. You’re like a big brother to me and especially now, in your time of need, I would never leave you and go back,” Jace smiled and put a hand on Sorins’ shoulder, having the others’ much bigger hand come over it. The two looked to each other with understanding gazes before Sorin went back to healing himself up with the bag of blood. Jace would go back outside to get the crossbow and collect all the arrows that were salvageable from his initial firing of the weapon. The ones in the vampires were a lost cause so he gathered what he could. In his clean up, he went back to his room and begun to clean it up as well and put a board over the hole in his window. There wasn’t much to pick up from there but some broken wood and glass so he was quick in all of his cleaning. Jace just continued to think of what happened and what Sorin had said to him only moments ago. Contrary to what he thought when he first arrived and what everyone else thought of vampires, Sorin was a great guy and cared deeply about him and that made his heart beat a bit faster. Here, he had found his place in the world and had found a home within the most unconventional places and it was everything he could have ever dreamt of when he was a little boy. That blue aura followed him around as he moved items around in the house and worked while Sorin was in his room, healing up and getting some much needed rest from his harrowing ordeal. The vampire wouldn’t have it any other way as well. His choices all those years ago had given him something he couldn’t ever regret, a boy who grew leagues more than he could have ever dreamt of in his wildest dreams, a boy who had taken on 15 vampires and won without a scratch. Sorin closed his eyes as he finished his last blood bag and begun to fall into a deep sleep to allow his body to naturally heal. The two of them had been brought together by a strange magic and now they were inseparable. A last chuckle came from his lips as he thought to himself, It’s like the start to some shitty young adults novel about some stupid vampire and his human friend. I’ll have to look it up tomorrow, before falling asleep finally.  

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