Chapter 2 Don\'t go neville!

Scott ran home after his brother, moving faster than he had ever had.

He knows that Neville's sense could never go wrong.

If the vampires were truly at their house, that would mean one thing, the Supreme one had heard of Neville's exploit with the guards and had been sent to capture him or probably bring him but Father Mathias wouldn't want to allow it.

His heart ached as he feared what would happen if father Mathias tried to attack the vampires...

And Neville...

Soon, he saw their cottage from afar and some blur figures, his heartbeat increased and fear held him firmly on his chest, were they fighting?

His heart screamed for him to stop and turn back as he saw them but he wasn't gonna run away.

There were about five vampire soldiers in front of their small cottage, opposite them was Neville and Father Mathias who looked downcast.

Scott sighed in relief, at least, there was no war happening but why would the vampires be at their abode?

It's an unusual event, it's only in a dream he would have believed it was possible.

As he got closer, all eyes turned to him, they could hear his footsteps and smell him from a long distance.

"... So tomorrow, we will be here with the royal army... If he doesn't comply, we would be forced to execute him publicly and if he complies willingly, we would gladly take him along..."

The Vampire who seemed like the leader with long brown beards and bald head continued what he was saying with a smirk.

Was that a threat? How could they threaten his brother like that!

"Hey baldy! How dare you threaten my family like that?"

Scott spoke with anger flooding his vein, he might be the only weird one in the family, he also might not have known what they have discussed but he wouldn't let them make a threat like they owned their lives.

"Scott... Scott"

"No Neville... Father, No... These demons can't keep stepping on us like we are nothing! You c*nts can't fucking come in here and make a threat!"

Scott bellowed in anger at the vampires.

There was a little growl emanating from the vampires but Scott stood unfazed, Neville and Father Mathias were perplexed at the outrage of Scott.

The bald headed grinned, showing his whitish teeth that slowly morphed into fangs and stepped forward, moving closer towards Scott.

"So much ego from a kid with no powers coming from him... The only thing unmistakable about you is your fearlessness of Mathias... But too bad we are taking you with you..."

The man said and he flicked his finger.

Two vampires appeared in front of Scott suddenly and made to grab him but two hands grabbed them both by the neck and smashed them together, before throwing them away.

"Neville?"

Scott asked in surprise as he saw his brother attack the guards.

"Don't ever lay your hands on my brother!"

Neville growled out, his muscles ripping and his veins showing vividly while dark blood could be seen flowing through them... Scott knew what was happening...

"Neville..."

He said again and put his hands on his brother's shoulder and the latter calmed instantly.

If he had transformed, that means he was directly calling an attack on the supreme one and he was gonna get executed for it.

"Nice... I can see the need for you to be added to our league... You'd make a good asset to us..."

The bald vampire states with a grin and he appeared before Neville, his evil aura radiating strongly but Neville stood unflinching.

He bent his head forward and whispered in his ears.

"See you soon"

He added and In a flash, he and the other vampires were gone.

Scott looked desperate, what had the beardy baldy old vampire meant by"...I can see the need for you to be added to our league... You'd make a good asset to us..."

Were they planning on recruiting his brother into the army?

A Werewolf in an army of vampires?

"Father Mathias..."

Scott stuttered but he was met with the angry stare of father Mathias.

A resonating slap landed on Scott's cheek and the nineteen year old kid staggered back in shock.

"Dad!"

Neville gasped.

"No Neville... This f**king useless asshole nearly got us killed just now! He fucking needs how to tame his tongue before we all die with his unclothed tongue!"

He yelled in anger and walked into the small cottage, shutting the wooden door hard and it nearly broke at the impact.

Neville stared at still shocked Scott who was on the grassy ground with sadness, he shook his head and followed his father into the house.

Tears fell from Scott's face but he broke into a smile. Father Mathias was right, he was just a useless asshole! His brother would be gone soon and only he would be left alone with his father, no one to protect him and by then, he and his father would be dead meat!

He touched his cheek, which had just been beaten by his father, it was still hot. He stood up slowly. He must get stronger! He wants to make the vampires wallow in fear.

Thinking this clearly, he walked into the thick night.

*

It's cold in the wild at night. Scott felt something cold touch his skin. He fumbled there, found the silver knife that he dug out of the rock pile today. He took it out.

The silver knife shone in the moonlight. He turned it upside down and held the handle with his right hand to raise the knife high in the moonlight. Suddenly he noticed a small button beside the handle. It couldn't be found if you didn't look closely.

What is this? He pressed the button.

All of a sudden, the knife in his hand turns into a huge silver sword! Scott didn't expect that at all. The sudden weight of the huge sword made it impossible for him to hold the handle anymore, and it plunged straight to his feet!

He quickly moved to the side, the huge sword plunged into the soft soil deeply.

"What the f**k!"

Scott looked at the huge silver sword stuck in the soil in horror. It was many times larger than before, and the blade is much sharper.

He drew the sword out of the soil and slashed the tree next to it casually. The tree broke with only one slash!

"What the hell is this?!"

Scott was surprised for a while. But the feeling of swinging the sword and cutting down the tree made him start to imagine that the sword was slashed on a vampire's neck.

He started cutting trees until his hands were numb.

He stopped, sat on the ground with exhaustion, touching the huge silver sword which stuck in the ground, and couldn't help laughing.

"The weapon!"

After laughing, he lied on the grass, muttering to himself.

"Father, brother, wait and see. Any vampire that offends us, I will cut off their heads myself!"