Blood Series: Green - Chapter 1
PART ONE
THE RECKONING
There was only one destination that Haydar had in mind while he was pulling Adara through the forest and mountains of Colorado, Leigh’s training camp. He had to control Adara’s body while they traveled. She fought against him tooth and nail every second of the journey, and he had to respect that, an Algula woman not scared to fight. When they made it to the facility, he pointed to one of the guards that were standing watch at the entrance of the building.
“You! Come here, now,” he bellowed, his voiced laced with authority. When the guard came to stand beside him, he pushed Adara into his hands and began to bark out more orders. “You take her to my chambers. She isn’t to leave. As a matter of fact, I want her secured in my room, not to move.”
Two words left the guard’s mouth, “Yes, sir.” Haydar watched as the guard began to pull on Adara. Her shrill voice shrieked then, “No, let me go! My baby! Let me go!”
Haydar’s violet eyes scorched Adara’s body. He couldn’t help thinking what a foolish woman this was for not only trying to defy him, but to escape his custody as well. “I do not care about that infant you carry inside of you. I hope it dies. One less family member to kill. Hmm, maybe I should just kill it myself.”
“No!” Adara screamed out.
Haydar’s back was now turned on the situation, and he hoped that his guard would take a hint and remove her from his presence. Normally violence wasn’t such an appetite builder for Haydar, but today, for some reason, he felt like he could eat a cow.
“You! Yes, come here,” he called out to another servant who happened to be walking past him. “Yes, you. Come!” Haydar watched as the man ran up to him and bowed. “Bring me food. I want to eat a cow. Make sure it is nice and tasty for me, won’t you?” The servant gave Haydar a quick bow of his head again and started to walk off, “Make sure it’s a big, feisty one this time!”
Haydar enjoyed demeaning the humans by calling them cows. He thought it was amusing since the humans, in fact, ate cows practically daily for their own nutrition. The different types of bodies that the humans possessed made it even more fun for him when he got one that was a woman, and plump, especially around the center.
Once he was alone, he stripped from the clothes that he had borrowed from the hospital and tossed them onto the floor next to his feet. The putrid smell of dead Algula on his clothing, even though it had been tossed aside, festered inside his head. He went to the pile of discarded clothes and lit them on fire. He enjoyed the smells of his enemy rotting away in the ether.
Behind him, the door to the room opened, and when he turned, he saw his guard pushing a plump human forward. His smile crept slowly across his face, allowing his fangs to drop and expose themselves to the worthless piece of meat. “Release him.” With a single command, he doomed the human for eternity.
The guard backed away and left the room to Haydar and the man. Haydar looked his prey up and down slowly, making sure he saw the purple irises that were now flashing and swirling off and on shades in violet and lavender. When the man started to back up, Haydar rushed at him and pounced onto the thick man in a split second. His fangs were already pulsing and thrusting for a bite. It took virtually no effort to penetrate the soft, moist skin of the human and sink his pearly white incisors into the man’s blood stream.
The man fought for a few moments before his body became dead weight in Haydar’s arms. Once the last drop of blood was drained from the man, Haydar tossed the carcass onto the stone floor and lit it on fire. As it burned the stench began to permeate the air, and Haydar thought about how much he would miss this smell if he had been a, quote un quote, vegetarian, like some of the foolish Algula he had met. He licked his lips. The droplets of blood that remained gave him a fresh taste of his kill. This was what he was made for, killing.
Haydar walked out of his chamber and spotted the guard who had brought him dinner. “Fetch my bent,” he demanded curtly. “Have her meet me in my chambers. We have things to finish.” He stormed down the hallway and walked directly to his chambers. Adara should be nice and ready for him by now. The thought of the fear that would be festering inside of her gave him pleasure.
He took a second to reflect on what his Sarah would think about this situation. Haydar was aware that Sarah would be against him killing Adara because of the pregnancy, but sometimes in war, people didn’t always get what they wanted. He had to justify it with that logic. Adara and the unborn child would simply be casualties of war and not a slight on the Gods who’d created them. Sarah would understand the need for survival, for keeping their race alive and thriving with no one to stop them.
As he approached his chambers, the metal doors prevented him from entry at first. He grabbed ahold of the handles and pushed before walking directly into the room where he was met by a wonderful display of victory. It was as if she was his prize, a token he had won during a carnival game. He walked over to Adara’s bound body and ran his fingers along her soft, smooth skin. He knew he was causing her something, fear, excitement, anything, when he saw the goose bumps pop up along the trail his fingers took.
“Do you know what will happen to you and your young tonight?” he asked.
Her silence annoyed Haydar. He wanted to toy with her, to tease her, to make her beg.
“Your silence does not keep you from answering me; I know you know what I am going to do. Your body and instincts are well aware what is going to happen tonight. First, I’m going to use you. Then, I’m going to kill you.”
He brought his hand up to her face and let the back of his fingers run along her jaw line. She flinched at his touch, and all that did was excite him.
“Let me go. Let me go or Zayn will kill you!”
The back of his hand moved off her face first and then came down hard on her jaw, backhanding her. The cracking sound traveled throughout the room, and that made Haydar’s smile widen. “It seems your king has not taught you manners. You will obey when under my roof, young Algula. Maybe I should make you my slave first. That way you can have a proper education on how a good woman should behave. Then, I would kill you after you’ve learned your lesson.”
“Please, Haydar, my bent, think of her. Please don’t hurt us.” Adara’s tears trailed down her cheeks as she whimpered out a plea to save their lives.
Haydar could feel the infant’s essence. He wondered if she knew that the girl was already giving off her own signals. He could tell from the transfer of energy that Adara was scared for her life and the life of the unborn bent she carried, but he didn’t care. He wanted them all dead, and in the end, he would have that.
He brought his hand over to her stomach and placed it palm side down on her bump. He pushed his thoughts towards the child, trying to pull her forward near his touch.
“Get your hands off of me!” Adara protested. She pushed at him, trying to free her body of his touch, but he was too strong. Haydar easily overpowered her and kept her in whatever position he wanted. Ultimately, she was his for the taking in her current state.
“You like to fight, young Algula, and I like that, but this here, this child of yours, I will kill her. Then I will fuck you. When your king receives his beloved wife and bent’s bodies, they will be in buckets of blood. There will be nothing left of the two of you. Nothing.”
“Zayn will never let that happen. He will save us!”
Haydar let out an evil laugh that haunted the emptiness of the room. He moved away from Adara, walked over to the shelf on his wall, and retrieved a book that had been resting there. He brought it back to where Adara was and held it up to her. “You see this, Adara? It is the original book of our people, our ancestors, who gave you the right to walk on this planet. All of our rituals and ceremonial rules, everything my abb refused to follow is right here, hand written on golden leaflets of papyrus. Soon, young Algula, we will resume our old ways. Feel blessed that you and your young are going to play such a pivotal role in our history. It will be far more honorable than simply being just a queen. My omm was a queen, and you see where that got her.”
He watched Adara’s eyes open wide as he flipped through the pages in front of her body. He wasn’t sure if she could read the old Aramaic language that it was written in, the language of the gods.
“Where, where did you get this, Haydar?” she asked. “If King Hashim didn’t…”
“Don’t say that name around me!” Haydar barked. “There have always been sects of Algula throughout the last five thousand years that believed in the old ways, believed in the truth, believed we were meant to conquer the earth. This book has been treasured and well kept, passed down to hand selected individuals. I have it now, and one day, Leigh will have it.”
“This is all moot, Haydar. Zayn will save me and kill you. None of your plans will come to be.”
“Wish whatever you want, young Algula, because once my own bent arrives, then your mind, body, and soul will begin to be devoured by the two most powerful Algula you will ever encounter.