The Hunt For Immortal Love

The moment Gwyneth said those words, I found myself bursting through the door at such a speed that it completely fell off its hinges. I have never in my life seen one person, well I should say mut, I have never seen a mut so scared in its life. It seems that I have just caught our little werewolf with her hand in the cookie jar. That is if one can refer to a red potion bottle in her hand to such a thing.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

"Step away from him, Catarina!"

She only but laughs at me with the worst cackle that comes from that beastly mouth. Now what she has in that little bottle is not quite certain, but I believe it is either a cure or a potion that shall worsen the state that Edward already founds himself in. But I am leaning more to the former. Now, if I were not so intrigued if the contents shall save Edward, then I would have ended her pathetic life in an instant. So even though I do not wish to, I approach the situation with the utmost caution.

"Catarina, I shall spare your useless life if you can explain to me what you are doing? But more importantly, what is in that bottle."

"Oh, Sebastian, did you truly think that I shall forget that you killed one of mine?"

"The hybrid is not even one of you; he is a bastard child between two of our kind. How can you refer to such a thing as part of your pack?"

"Well, since your kind push them away..."

"You feel that you need to show that you are the better kind?"

"If you wish to say it in such a way."

And as she gets the most unattractive smirk on her face, I so wish that I can smack the thing off her face. But I still need to proceed with caution; then again, I need to act fast, for Edward's health seems to be worsening by a far rapid pace than before.

"So Catarina, why the poison? How did you manage to create such a fatal thing for a Vampire?"

"Well, that was easy; you take the elements off every single thing that makes a Vampire weak and places them in the worst kind of poison these humans have produced."

"And I am guessing that is a cure that you possess in your hands?"

"What is a poison worth if it does not have a cure?"

"If your blood is the only thing that shall save him, why put it in a little bottle, or are you too scared of a little bite?

"Our blood is not strong enough on its own to heal his condition, so we added a few healing elements that was so kindly provided by a witch that seems to hold a great deal of hatred towards your kind."

I do need to admit that she has gone to great lengths in the creation of this poison; what does make me wonder, though, why is she so freely giving it to Edward. There is not one supernatural creature that does a thing does because he felt in doing so. She has some other arterial motive, but what I shall soon find out.

"Why? Why go to this great deal of trouble then offer a cure?"

"If I bring you to your knees long enough, this city shall become mine."

"Ha! You do make me laugh! What makes you think that this city would be yours? You can not even control your pack; how can you control a city and all its supernaturals?"

"You are starting to annoy me now; I shall give you the cure if you give me what I want."

"Over my dead body, I shall find a way."

"He is dying; well, let's say he is almost dead; it shall be wise for you to give in to my demands.

I watch as Anastasia steps from behind me to join me by my side. This does spell trouble; I can smell the fury that is building up in her body. She is about to become Catarina's worst nightmare. Now the question begs, do I wish to stop her from doing so? I need to get to that potion bottle; then my beloved can do what her heart desires with this stupid mut.

Then as suspected, for I know that my beloved would not have listened even if I ordered her to do so, Anastasia turns into her true form. Now to say that Catarina is not scared beyond death, then that would be a blatant lie. I have just seen a werewolf turn a shade so pale that should she stand against the wall, she shall become one with it. But thank the pope, she has not dropped that bottle yet, though I do fear if Anastasia does continue to approach her in such a way that she might do so unwillingly by the tremors that are taken control of her hands.

So I hate to order Anastasia, but she needs to back down, only until we have received the cure from Cataria. The question is, how do I do this? Well, the answer is quite simple. See the moment that Gwyneth and Johan became aware of the tiny bit of werewolf DNA that was found in the poison; they prepared for action. See, these furry muts let one of their hair fell in when they mix the deadly thing. Now while we have been trying to talk sense into Catarina, Gwyneth and Johan have gone to Victor, who himself has taken a group of our elite fighters and storm these muts' home or whatever one calls that trashy building that they live in.

And as if on perfect cue, Catarina's phone starts to buzz; she does look at it in an odd way as this is the most inappropriate time. But as she sees who it is, she stares at me with the same fury that is building in Anastasia. "What have you done, Sebastian?"

"Just motivating you to hand me the bottle, my dear."

"You shall never get it?"

"Then be prepared for my Vampires to take done whomever they find in their way." ...Victor...

Catarina has declared war on the Vampires; there is no way that Sebastian will stand down. I am sure that even after the cure is in his hands that he shall still order for these muts to be taken in any way or form. So I find myself with the best of our best standing at the entrance leading to the wolf's home. And as suspected, they have just become aware of our presence. I am sure this very second that Catarina shall receive a message from her second in command.

Now, if they shall listen to her to back down and wait for her instruction is yet to be seen. But somehow, I do not see that they shall listen. So five or our best and I are starting to step through the entrance with the full intention to take down whoever stands in our way. I also do believe that there should be more cure held in here. And with that, I give the instruction to attack.

With one swift kick, the door swings wildly to the inside. We are met by two werewolves that are still in their human form. But when they see our numbers, they morph in an instant. Their brown fur and snarling teeth are not intimidating to our true Vampire form.

Then the leap towards us. With one swipe of the claw, the one finds him on his side, crying in agony from the cut that my claw has left on his face. With that, another one approaches; I crash my body into him and rip his flesh from his next wide open, he too falls flat on the floor next to his brother.

But then, as soon as they turn back to their human form, I approach them again. I lift the one by the neck, and with one flick of my hand, I snap his neck. The other one gets on his feet and tries to getaway. I grab him by the arm and slam my fist straight through his chest; without hesitating, I rip his heart out, making him drop like a sack of sand to the floor in an instant.

Then there is two more approaching; they meet their fate by one of my other Vampire's hand faster than they are able to transform. There are howls and screams as we start taking whomever of the pack is present in the home. It is a blood bath with mostly the muts losing their lives. Here and there, my own gets scratch but nothing so serious that they meet their death.

And then, as we clear out the last of the rooms, I send everyone on a hunt for anything that could possibly look like a cure. It does not take very long until we find a dozen potion bottles that are filled with what I believe to be what we are looking for. I immediately send Sebastian a message.

"We have found it."

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Victor has just slaughtered the entire Blood Rose Pack; I know there might be consequences, but those I shall deal with as and if they come, but I am now dealing with Catarina. So I turn to Anastasia.

"My beloved, I wish to be the one to end this."

She just nods her head and stands down, but not too far out of fear that I shall meet an unfortunate fate. So without even hesitating, I step two steps forward to Catarina.

"I am afraid you have made a grave mistake."

"What? Are you going to kill me?"

"Well, you are the last of your pack left, and as I understand, you stick by each other's side, so I might as well end your pathetic life as well."

And then she grows an ounce of remorse for what she has done and tries to beg for her life and, most of all, my forgiveness. Well, what she does not know is there is no such thing as forgiveness when you hurt any one of my family. Should I let her live, then, she shall just find another way to find her revenge. I am afraid I am not the forgiving kind.

So even before there is a moment for her to react, I have my claw firmly wrapped around her throat. Then I slowly, inch by inch, lift her from the floor, slowly squeezing harder than the fraction than before. I, one by one, harder and harder, tighter and tighter, start to increase my grip around her neck. I hear how she gasps for breath; the less air she has in her lungs, the more she starts to kick at my legs. Finally, I watch as the life drain away from her eyes. I give one last twist of my hand and let her drop to a pile on the floor.

I immediately grab the potion bottle from her hand and race to Edward; then I slowly drop the contents on his tongue. I have not way how this should be given, so I guess this is the proper way how it is intended. So I drip, and I drip until there is not a single bit left. Then I toss the bottle to the side, where it shatters into pieces. I then gently lay my hand on Edward's arm. His skin is burning to a fire, and it feels like you have rubbing your hands over a pot of jelly.

So I sit, and I sit, the anticipation is killing every last bit of hope that I might have left. But I shall not give up. He shall be better in only a few moments. He shall not be leaving us today, not now, not ever. We must have been on time to still have saved him. His body did not look that badly affected. Maybe he is just resting and shall wake up soon. Or maybe the cure takes a bit longer to work. All I know is that Edward shall be okay. I shall not let his life been futile.

And then, all of a sudden, I hear a moan, and as I look over to him, I can see his face starting to return to normal; the effects from the poison are still visible on the rest of his body, but that shall heal. I am just pleased that he has awakened. "Edward, my dear friend, I am so pleased to see you are awake."

"Who are you?"