Odin walked towards the coffin that was making noise, and he wondered if it was a human, who could provide blood to his Master as his Master was thirsty after his long slumber. Putting his hands on the edge of the lid, Odin used his vampire strength to push it away and suddenly, a man jumped out of it who looked like he was in anger.
The man was none other than Holden who Calhoun had put in the coffin.
“Who are you? Are you here to put me back again to sleep?” asked Holden, his eyes looking at the two men back and forth.
Vladimir had a frown on his face, “Put him back in the coffin. He’s of no use,” he ordered Odin, and the servant quickly pulled out something from his pocket and Holden noticed it was a whip that was burning red.
“You must be fucking kidding me!” said Holden. He had initially been filled with rage and wanted to get back at Calhoun for putting him in the coffin, but seeing these two crazy vampires, he decided to break and tear them apart before going to hunt the so-called King. “I will kill both of you for even thinking to put me back. You must be the King’s pals.”
King’s pals? Thought Odin in his mind. His eyes shifted to look at his Master, who continued to stare.
“Do you know where Constance is?” asked Vladimir to the demon who had come out of the coffin.
Holden scrunched his face, “I don’t know who you are speaking about,” and he picked up a nearby stone.
“Seems like you are useless and are better inside in the coffin,” murmured Vladimir, having no patience even after the long sleep he had.
Odin quickly interrupted the conversation and asked the demon who might have at least seen Lady Constance or known about her, “The Lady was a pretty person. Gentle characters and kind with her words,” quite the opposite to her father, thought Odin, “She lived in this village,” said the servant, hoping this demon was from the same village.
Somewhere the name did ring in Holden’s mind, and his eyebrows furrowed, “Ah!” he exclaimed in realization and started to laugh, “Her. Of course, how could I forget. That cunt who spread her legs to every man in the village to make money, after the King left her.”
The nerve on the older vampire’s forehead popped in pure, seething anger, at the very words of the demon, while Odin’s eyes widened. He wondered if he should go behind the tree and take cover because his Master didn’t look happy.
“What did you just say?” came Vladimir’s low and deadly voice, even though he had heard the words.
Holden despised the current King since the time he had been living here in the village. Calhoun had gone as far as to kill his wife, who was a demoness before he had disappeared from here. Demons hid their identity, without letting any other creatures know about their existence and that included the other fellow demons too, unless one found out by mistake.
“Isn’t that why you are here?” Holden looked at the old vampire who questioned him. The vampire didn’t look like he lived anywhere near here and instead looked like he lived in a town, belonging to a wealthy family. “I mean that is why everyone came looking for her. She was a famous woman until a few years before she hit the bed. I heard she was quite a thing and that is why the King had his share of fun until he realized what kind of whore she was-“
Vladimir raised his hand to snap both of his fingers, and the stone that Holden was holding, fell flat on the ground, while Holden himself no longer existed as his body had exploded leaving black liquid on the forest ground.
“Useless demons,” said Vladimir. Odin stood there without batting his eyelash because he had seen this happen many times. Demons who crossed Vladimir often met a similar fate.
“I thought the demons would have evolved, but they seem to be brainless as ever,” his words were cold, and he didn’t bother to look at the splattered blood on the ground. To Vladimir, nothing mattered except him and his daughter, but even she was dead and what he heard didn’t sit well with him.
Odin, on the other side, didn’t dare to utter a word. He had learned not to speak out of line and only said things that were of importance. Like the humans liked to call it, it seemed like his Master had woken up on the wrong side of the coffin and heard the bad news being Lady Constance’ death. The foolish demon had only added fuel to his Master’s pain.
“I want to see where Constance is, Odin. Right now and find out about this current King who rules the lands. How dare he touch my daughter.”
“Yes, Sire,” Odin obliged to his Master’s command. The fog in the forest slowly started to increase, and the two vampires made their way into the village. When they were passing by the abandoned house that looked like it was in shambles, Vladimir paused his feet and turned to look at the house, “Is everything alright, Master?”
Vladimir stared at the empty house. His gaze moved from one wall to another before he resumed his footsteps.
Even though everyone was sleeping soundly as it was the time of midnight, Vladimir didn’t care about it. With one look on the door of a random house, the door flew open, waking the people in the house and a man came holding a pitchfork in his hand thinking it was a robber.
“Thief!” shouted the village man.
Vladimir didn’t like the insult, and he raised his hand again when Odin nervously whispered, “Master, please! We need to find the lady.”
The old vampire saw the village man ready to stab him with the pitchfork, and he suddenly caught hold of the village man’s neck, pushing him against the wall. Putting a smile on his face, he said, “I would like to know where is Constance Leigh’s body buried at because I didn’t find her in the cemetery that is in the forest.”
