Infected Haven Part I - S.K Nuanes (english reading book .TXT) 📗

finally come to your senses and plan to get it on with me?”

“No, now mind dismiss your…um washer?”

She had someone washing her hair, with some fancy shampoo brand.

“Go ahead, me and my love must talk.”

Once the maid left the room, she turned to me and gave a grin, “So, what brings you here?”

“Do you know how I can break into the Soul Tower?’

She caught onto why I was asking about it, “Come take your clothes off. Join me for a while.”

She moved the water around, with her hand I knew I had to undress and get in the tub with her, if I wanted any information.

I took off all my clothes, and stepped inside the tub but sat on the opposite side of the tub.

“Now, what colors should we use for our wedding, I was considering purple and black. The flowers, I would say Moon Lilies.”

“I’m not here to discuss that wedding, how do I get into the Soul Tower?”

She had a slight laugh, and stroked her foot on my thigh and slowly moved it down.

“Of course I know, a gate that connects our world to Grim’s world. That tower is guarded well. Why do you want to get in there anyway?”

I let out an exhale and turned my attention to some fancy plant that seemed like it was made from glass. No one would really understand, besides the first thing you learn most of the time, is no one is trustworthy. Especially a backstabbing ex, yet the part that made me feel sick to my stomach was what if he didn’t want to see me. Forgiveness was something that wasn’t given out to everyone, since a lot of people abuse others trusts and hearts. I am a murderer, cold blooded; only lust in life now was for blood to spill across my face, the shrinks of the terror to echo the air. The look in the eyes, how they begged for mercy and watch their life slip away. I felt the hunger inside me roar, wanting blood and death.

I yanked myself back to reality, and then turned to Angel, “I have my reasons, now tell me how do I get there.”

“What do I get out of this?” Angel asked, grabbing a wine glass and pouring some white wine in it.

I grinned then let my voice change to a more seducing, dark tone, “Oh my little princess. Anything your dark heart desires.”

Smooth move, I must admit. Ayperos did have his ways with charming anyone he wanted to win over.

“Well, take Dmitri’s motorcycle hit this combination 669, and you will be taken there.”  Angel softly said. I got out of the bathtub and wrapped a yellow towel around me, and dried myself off. Then I put on my clothes, and walked down to where we kept the vehicles.  Where was a red motorcycle, it was an older model yet he kept in good condition. Hm not for long, once I’m done with it. I got on it, and hit the number pad, which was in Greek then after the combination was sent into the bike; it opened a portal in the wall, and then was sent into the atom-ripping portal. This was going to be hell, on a whole new level.

I heard stories about three hags, who live here. They are known as the Three Fates, I didn’t believe in them, seriously why would I think, three ugly hags could control ones death hour, on the other hand people don’t believe in demons, yet here I am.

“Ah sisters, we have a guest.” A voice said, like nails on a chalkboard, screeching sending chills down my spine. It was like ice, you’re nervous feeling like having a seizure, not in your control. I got off the motorcycle; I glared at the three small ugly women.

“What brings you here, Lord Ayperos?” The middle one asked.

“Who are you three, lovely ladies?” I said, rolling my eyes trying to use a gentleman tone.

“We are the Three Sisters. The small one, sees the past, the fat one sees the present and I see the future.” The tallest one said, smiling at her sisters.

This was going to be a long shot, I inhaled the smell of decomposing bodies nearby, “Do you know about my human life?’

The small one gave an eager nodded, “Yes, yes we do.”

“Now answer this question ladies…” I let my metal arm sink into a dead tree I could feel it dying in my veins, just how fragile life actually was. We are like flowers, at the mercy of the Three Sisters who could kill us anytime they want to. When nothing is good on the radio, them and the Devils turn to the screams and crying of humans as music. “Where is my biological father?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“If you seek DeLuca, you will have to pay.” They all said at once.

“How much?”

“Not money, if you want to see the soul of him, you will loose one person you love.” The tallest one said, casually.

“You hurt anyone I care about, I will destroy you little hags.” I snarled low, closing the distance between us.

“Shadow Peak Prison…” The large one said, as her and the other two faded away into the fog. It thickened, I sighed I had two choices find him and beg for forgiveness, or run like a coward…

I started the motorcycle up, and was going at full speed, I popped into a wheelie and cruised down to the prison underground…

 

 

 

I let my eyes switched to their demon form, so I could spot others easier, and I would blend in more if I were to be caught. Most guards where down in the break room, some guards were walking around yet they were on the second floor. I walked carefully like a kid sneaking a peek at their Christmas presents, early in the morning.  I peeked into each cell, through the bar window no luck. Maybe it was pointless, to try and find him. After all, he would hate me probably. Killing him in cold blood, I let out a heavy sigh then there was one cell I came across. It was my last hope, I unlocked the door there was a body in the corner. It was hard to tell the features of him, but yet he seemed familiar. “Excuse me, is your last name…DeLuca?”  He had a heavy Italian accent, “Depends who is asking…you scum.”

My eyes switched back to a dark grey again; hiding the eyes everyone fears and knows.

I walked into the cell, and closed the door, “Hi…dad. It’s me…Adrian.”

 

 

 

“Dinner is served.” Nina said, placing down plates of gross looking food, in front of Robert and Arthena.  Robert had an undercooked rat; Arthena had gross looking bread and a mouse.

“Where did you find this disgusting food?” Arthena raised an eyebrow.

Nina sighed then sat down in a seat, “I didn’t have much money so I went in a dumpster.”

“Hm, well a witch can go a while without food, little Dracula here needs some blood. And of course humans are filled with the need for food.” Arthena said, grinning at Nina.

“Rob? You ok?” Nina asked, seeing how out of it Robert was. Robert was thinking about the witch’s offer.

“If you desire to become human, you must give me some of Ayperos blood, and then when you die your soul is mine.”

Robert wanted to become human, and be free of the curse; he mainly wanted to be human. Since Annabeth wanted, to be human he would do it for her. So she could watch through him and let her heart feel at rest.

“Rob?” Nina asked again, stepping on his foot hard enough for him, to come back to reality.

“Yeah, what?’ Robert asked, looking over at the girls.

“Have you found any luck, with finding him?” Nina asked, with her voice bit unsure if she wanted to hear an answer.

“No, he is probably in the castle. So won’t find him out on the streets.” Robert sighed, pushing the rat away,

“You’re not thirsty?” Nina asked, confused.

“They poison the food, I would advise it’s safer to buy meat in the middle class.” Robert said, standing up and looking out the window towards the castle.

“What’s wrong Dracula?” Arthena asked, rolling her eyes annoyed.

“Just wondering what if, he doesn’t want to come back with us. His father has a lot of power over him.” Robert said, staring at the castle thinking it has been a long time since he was in those walls. Both him and Brent, those walls held a lot of agony and blood shed.

“He is stubborn, you should know that. He won’t bow down to Satan anytime soon.” Nina said, wishing she knew more about him although she knew him enough. She knew he was stubborn, and wouldn’t give up easily.

“He is your friend, I would think you would be worried sick about him.” Arthena said, putting her feet on the table.

“I am worried, but is this all worth it? Breaking into Hell, living around demons. Putting Nina in danger, hell I didn’t get to tell Amanda where I was going.” Robert said, baring his fangs.

“Don’t twist your panties Rob, she is stupid. She will believe you went on a road trip with some of your guy friends.” Arthena said, admiring her nails.

“Arthena, can I talk to you out side?” Robert sighed, walking out the front door. Arthena got up and walked behind him and closed the door, “What’s wrong?”

“Can witches really turn a monster, back into a human?” Robert sighed, leaning against the railing. Arthena arched a eyebrow at the question..

“Define a monster? If you’re talking about demons its impossible to bring life back into them.”  Arthena said, looking around the neighborhood.

“No, I know demons are beyond a help of a witch. Can witches, actually turn vampires into more of a human stage?” Robert whispered, trying not to draw any attention to them.

“Um, to a certain extent yes. Why do you ask?” Arthena said, having some slight concern in her tone.

“I found a witch, she says I can become human if I do a deal with her. Is it possible?” Robert said, hoping he would get the answer he was searching for. “Well, in a sense yes. Yet she probably told you there is a price correct?”

“Do all witches have that power?”

Arthena shook her head, “Nope. Only ones who are close to Satan can ‘bring the dead back’. I’m not really, I may be hateful at times but…I don’t bow down to the man.”

“You sound like Brent.” Robert said, with a slight laugh.

Arthena shrugged. “At least, I’m not a royal brat.”

“Come on, you know how he is. He has his head screwed on most of the time.” Robert didn’t know how well he could defend his friend yet he was still loyal to him.

“I know, but do you really want to make the deal with that woman? Humans make deals all the time, and they regret it in the end. They think its great at first, but then…”

“Yes, but you don’t understand I need to make that deal.”

“Then, go ahead make a mistake…”

Arthena went down the stairs, and then walked down the street towards the upper class area.

Robert growled low, then walked back in, and opened the door to see Nina sharpening her knife.

“What’s wrong?’ Nina asked, looking up Robert.

“Why did we bring along Arthena?” Robert said, sitting on the beat up sofa.

Nina put her knife down, “A witch can open Hell Gates, without a demon or witch we wouldn’t been able to get in.”

“You know, you shouldn’t have your weapons out like that. Don’t need to be explaining to Brent, that we got you killed.”

“Me and Brent aren’t a thing, he doesn’t care.”

“Don’t assume things, he is a mystery he does care about people who have light in them. Look he has rebelled against his own kind; he fights everyday the urge to kill anyone he desires to hear his or her screams. He goes through inner tumillar with every action. Brent is a prisoner of himself…he may never be free. But remember this Nina; he has