Hunting The Alpha Wolf (Dark Paranormal Romance (Erotic Horror, Erotika)) (8 page)

From up above the
sounds of screaming and howls of pain drifted down to them. Sara grinned, then
stopped herself, grinning at the sound of people dying in pain was not a habit
she wanted to get into.

Still, her diversion
seemed to be working.

At the top of the
stairs was what was left of a door. It had been closed and was now completely
shredded. There was still some wood hanging from the hinges but nothing that
could really be called a door. Constantine looked left and right, the doorway
opened on to one of the lower levels of the castle, and there was no one
around.

"Now Sara,"
he said, "when we move, we move quickly, don't let go of my hand and don’t
stop moving no matter what you see and hear. Don’t expect gratitude from the
creatures you released, they will kill you as quickly as they will anyone else
they see in this house."

"Move quickly,
don't let go," Sara replied, "got it boss."

With that he started
down the corridor to his left. Running quickly, but careful not to outdistance
her he held her hand firmly.

He seemed to know
exactly where he was going, turning left then right, and then striding quickly
across a kitchen.

With a feeling of dull
horror Sara looked across the kitchen table and saw a woman's stockinged legs
protruding from the walk in freezer.

 They were lying in a
pool of slowly spreading blood, as she watched and one twitched feebly, the
shoe trawling patterns in the viscous liquid.

She tried not to look
too closely, she tried not to look at all.

Constantine didn't
pause as he dragged forcibly her across the room towards a door at the far end.
The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she heard a low grown coming from
behind her.

"Don't look,"
she heard him say, and he spun around to face what was approaching.

The groan got nearer,
and then suddenly she heard Constantine roar. The sound was loud and harsh,
halfway between a human shout and the growl of a wolf. It sent shivers down her
spine and raised goose bumps over her entire body, she was not sure if it was
through excitement or fear.

The low groan retreated
and Constantine turned back, she just caught sight of his canines shortening,
as he tried to muster a faint smile.

"What?" she
said.

"I think it’s
known as a Redcap, at least it is in fairy tales. Vicious little sod, but it's
a coward really."

"Oh," she
replied, a Redcap, she hated to think what it looked like, or what it was doing
to the woman in the freezer.

Constantine pulled her
quickly up the stairs away from the kitchen, he was moving fast now and she had
to draw on all her reserves of energy to keep up with him.

At the top of the
stairs was a door which had a huge split in it, in the middle of one of the
panels was a single bloody handprint.

Constantine didn't
pause, he was eager to get away now. So he pushed the door open and ran
straight through. They were in the hallway of the castle, to their left was the
main entrance and freedom. Straight ahead stairs led upstairs, from where the
sounds of screaming were getting louder and louder. To the right was what
appeared to be a ballroom.

"Main
entrance?" she asked, and Constantine nodded, the time for subtlety had
long passed, they needed to get out quickly.

Taking three steps
forwards they had almost reached the door when from their right they heard a
woman's voice.

"Help me, please
help me."

Sara looked over and
wished that she hadn't.

The ballroom was huge,
and there had obviously been a dinner party of some sort going on when the
paranormal entities had first escaped.

Sara felt bile rise in
her throat, the acid burn of vomit staining her mouth.

She was looking into an
abattoir.

It looked as if a
mincing machine had run through a room full of smartly dressed people. The
walls were splattered, the ceiling was splattered and the floor was coated with
bits and pieces of black suited people.

There was hardly
anything recognisable as human in the room, at least nothing alive.

Placed in a neat row at
the very end of the table was a row of human heads. Heads which were being
slowly, carefully positioned by the young girl who had been the first to escape
from the cells.

Sara gasped as the girl
turned towards her. Her eyes met Sara’s and she smiled, blood leaking from the
corners of her mouth.

Sara could see two
sharp canine teeth just protruding from her lips. The girl was a vampire, so
vampires were real as well, shitting hell, Sara thought.

Lying at the girls feet
was a woman in a long black evening gown, or what was left of it, it had been
ripped and torn, and was hanging off her body. She appeared uninjured at the
moment, and other than being coated in other peoples' blood, and screaming in
terror, she looked ready to go to a party.

She was trying to crawl
across the carpet towards Sara, trying to drag herself away from her tormentor.

The small vampire girl.

Sara pulled towards
her, pity filling her, surely this woman was just a guest at the party. Surely
she had no idea what was going on in the rest of the house.

Constantine did not let
go of Sara's hand, instead he pulled her back, placing her behind him
protectively while he starred the child vampire down.

"Don't come
closer," he said, his voice harsh and throaty, Sara could feel his muscles
bunching he was tensing for intense physical violence.

The vampire smiled at
him, it was by no means a pleasant sight, and she leapt cat like on the woman’s
back, pinning her to the floor.

Grabbing the woman by
the chin the vampire leaned backwards. Sara heard the woman’s backbone
snapping, a sound that she hoped she would never hear again in her life.

Sara looked away, gorge
rising in her throat as the vampire ripped the woman’s head clean off her
shoulders, held it above her, opened her mouth and drank down her blood. The
girl’s tongue extended, and she lapped at the dying woman’s neck.

Blood ran down the
girl’s face and dress and she moaned in almost orgiastic delight.

Constantine took three
steps to the main door opened it and stepped out dragging the stunned Sara with
him.

The sun had only
recently gone down and the sky was cloudless, so a bright white light from the
full moon shone across the driveway and garden.

Sara could see the lawn
sloping down towards a small lake just off to her left, and off to her right it
gently sloped up to a screen of trees.

She stepped forwards,
ready to start across the drive. Sara wanted to get as far away from the creepy
little girl who drank blood from severed heads as humanly possible.

"Hang on,"
Constantine whispered, he scanned the lawn. "Look," he said, pointing
to a lump about 40 feet away, roughly halfway down the slope to the lake.

Sara looked carefully,
the lump was vaguely human shaped. It was half-human, half-lizard, with green
skin and a long tail. The creature was lying perfectly still in the snow, a
pool of dark blood leaking from numerous holes in its body. The tracks it had
left in the snow led form one of the ballroom window which Sara could see was
broken from the inside, pieces of glass were glistening in the moonlight strewn
across the lawn.

"Someone is taking
potshots at the escapee's," Constantine said. "We'll need to be
quick." With that he scooped her up in his arms so that her head was
resting against his bare chest.

"Tuck yourself in
tight," he said, "keep your head well down."

With that he set off
across the path and down the lawn at a phenomenal speed. Barefoot and bare
chested he sprinted through the snow, veering from side to side as he did.

Sara could see lumps of
snow thrown up by the impact of bullets all around them. Constantine ignored
them, if anything as he reached the lake and started up the hill he increased
his speed.

The heat emanating from
his body was vast. It was as if she was resting her head against a radiator.
The snow was steaming where it came into contact with his legs.

Suddenly he stumbled,
his left leg swaying as a bullet passed straight through this calf and out the
other side, leaving a hole as wide as two of her fingers.

Grunting in pain he
continued to run full speed up the hill.

"He's on the
roof," he said between breaths, "and luckily he's not a great
shot."

They had reached the
edge of the trees when Constantine was suddenly thrown forwards, carrying her
with him. As he fell he spun around and landed on his back, thumping into a
tree as he did.

With a mighty effort he
flung her over his shoulder, into the relative cover of the bushes.

Sara landed on her
stomach with a thump, momentarily knocking the wind out of her. With difficulty
she pulled herself to her knees and looked behind her.

Constantine was
scrambling towards her, spurts of snow erupting all around him as he did. With
a final surge of energy he threw himself forwards and rolled behind a tree.

"His aim improved
all of a sudden," he gasped; she could see another wound in his shoulder.
It was as wide as her hand and she knew that it had been the one which had made
him spin around and drop her.

Sara reached over, his
body was still hot, and she ran her fingers across the wound, concerned for
him. There was a look of intense pain and concentration on his face.

"Usually," he
said, "I can heal in minutes, but I am afraid it will take me a few hours
in this state."

"Why," Sara
asked, then remembered that he had given her some of his strength. "What
can I do to help?"

Constantine used the
tree to lever himself up to his feet, and grabbed her hand. "I’m afraid
nothing much," he replied, "unless you are happy to let me eat you
that is."

Sara smiled, she
remembered where his mouth had been hours before, "You've already done
that," she said.

She put her arm around
his waist and supporting him they moved as quickly as they could through the
trees.

He was bleeding heavily
from his leg, which was leaving a wide trail of blood behind them. Anyone who
wanted to follow them would have no problem doing so.

 "We have to
hope," he said, "that they are too preoccupied to chase us."

Sara grunted, he was
heavy, and despite her infused strength she was finding this difficult going.

The came to the wall
and turned left, hoping to find the tree that she had climbed in on. Hoping as
well that their captors had not realised it was there and removed it.

Their luck held and
after 5 minutes slogging through the snow they came to the branch. Fortunately
it had not been moved.

There were footprints
in the snow around it, clearly they had planned on cutting it down soon. They
just had not got around to it yet.

Constantine breathed
in, the blood flow from his leg slowed and then stopped as he lithely climbed
the branch. He made Sara think of the Tarzan films she had seen when she was
younger, she had lusted after Ron Ely for years; Constantine's body was just as
impressive in the moonlight.

She grabbed the branch
and followed him up, clearing the razor wire and dropping neatly down the other
side.

"My car is about
half a mile in that direction," she said, and he nodded, he seemed to be
getting stronger with every passing minute.

"Let's go,"
he said.

Keeping a wary eye out
for cars, they set out. Walking to one side of the road, as near to the wall as
possible, they moved quickly down the road.

They had to duck down
once when a stream of black Range Rovers shot past them at speed through the
snow. Sara counted 12 vehicles, all, she assumed, heading for the main gate of
the castle. "Hopefully in the confusion it will be at least a few hours
before they realise that we are even gone," Sara said.

She realised that if
they made it to the car, and could somehow get it out of the ditch, then they
should be safe.

She had not been
carrying any id on her when she had been captured, having left her wallet in
the glove compartment. She had lost the keys along with her camera bag, they
had nothing to identify her on them either.

She had a spare set of
keys stored in a magnetic box under the drivers wheel arch, so if they got to
the car then they should be able to make a clean getaway.

If you can call a clean
getaway leaving a house full of dead people, demons and vampires behind you
that is.

They heard a small
explosion behind them in the direction of the castle, this spurred them on to
move quicker.

Ten minutes later they
rounded the corner and there was her car, still firmly wedged in the drainage
ditch.