Not the Right Shade

Storm: Part 2; Head will roll

"I've always thought you to be incredibly strong to have so many weaknesses and never let them keep you down."

Sybil laughed. "To be fair, I didn't know they were weaknesses."

Demetri gathered the bodies and piled then into the center, allowing them to alight by the remains fire. Once they were all outside, Valentine took a cigarette lighter and set the barn on fire.

Sybil saw the twins stare at the flames with a sad and worried expression on their faces. Concerned, Sybil grabbed both of their shoulders, pulling them gently back towards the woods. Out of the corner of her eyes, Sybil saw Demetri checking over Valentine again, now inspecting his arm. Valentine was either looking away in shame or embarrassment.

"We should go." Jane said finally. Demetri nodded and abandoned Valentine, and picked up the body of Nicholas-Bradley. He looked like he was about to ask one of teenagers to hold his head, but given the situation and the fact all three of them wanted the frat boy to perish tragically, the Grecian asked the ginger to carry it instead.

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(The fight, through everyone else's POV)

Demetri and Cyril rushed the blonde on the left, successfully pinning to the wall behind them. She snarked and bit at the air, trying to find them, but her actions were cut short when Cyril managed to place the heel of his hand beneath her chin and thrusted upwards, taking off her head.

The two vampires breathed out in relief, but soon, three more dropped from thee ceiling and tackled Cyril.

Demetri, in shock, instantly grabbed the one on Cyril's right, but the other two proceeded to try and finish off the ginger.

With a growl, Cyril managed to swing his legs upward, kicking the stout man gripping his arm and pushed him back. Demetri must have ended the previous one he was fighting, and tore off the head of the vampire that still had his hand around Cyril's neck.

Once free, Cyril had time to notice that a black fog had spread across the ceiling. He briefly thought it was smoke, until he saw an arm fly away from the direction of the twins. Cyril saw Jane covering Alec, who had black mist flowing from palms and fingers. Jane was tearing apart any poor soul who came too close to her dear brother. Sybil seemed to tear off the head of the other blonde girl, which made Nicholas-Bradley quite upset.

Demetri nudged him and jumped into the rafters, Cyril himself soon following suit.

Up in the rafters, the thirty or so newborns fought against the fog blindly. It was easy to pick one out and tear them apart in the confusion. Demetri had seemed to have it down to an art. Anyone who (miraculously) escaped, Demetri would shoot down and drag them right back, tossing them back to the fog. Cyril seemed to do most of the killing, the crack in his nearly severed arm wasn't help any. Once dismembered, he didn't bother to place them back, the ginger just dropped the body parts.

The fog slowly receded, reveling that all the newborns were gone, well, scattered about the ground.

Cyril jumped down next to Demetri, just in time to see Sybil kick the dumb-ass frat boy's body towards him and prepared to chuck his head into the ring of fire. He couldn't contain the swell of pride that erupted in his chest.

"We nee him for interrogation!" Demetri called next to him. Even Cyril couldn't help but sigh in disappointment.

Sybil turned to face them and pouted. "But he's the only one I wanted to kill!" Ah, the pride is back again.

The taller, muscled one tackled Sybil, causing her to drop the head, which still had a look between shock and fury.

Cyril lurched forward, wholly prepared to slaughter yet another frat boy who tried to hurt his little Sib. Demetri stopped him, wrapping g his as around Cyril to prevent him from rushing in.

The Grecian started talking lowly and comfortingly. "The twins will handle it. She already took off his arm, he is weakened. They can handle it."

Surely enough, in their classic execution manner, Sybil and the with twins successfully ended the jock, dropping the severed body parts on the dusty floor.

Together, the men gathered the body parts and tossed them into the growing fire. Cyril was smart enough to chuck the tiny pile of fire extinguishers out the wide door.

With a sigh, Cyril bended backward dramatically to crack his back. His neck and arm hurt, but that was expected. He could feel himself getting hungrier by the second as his venom tried to heal him. Once straighten he said, "Well. That's over."

The twins quickly rushed to Sybil after checking over each other.

Demetri grabbed Cyril's chin suddenly, forcing him to look upward. The ginger could almost feel the sadness rolling off the Grecian.

"I should have been faster..." He trailed off.

"Not your fault. It's kinda mine. Mostly that prick's."

Demetri now pulled at his arm and Cyril looked away in winced. "Alright, that was my fault. I pulled too hard." The ginger admitted.

Demetri frowned deeply and rubbed Cyril's shoulder almost tenderly. "I never should have let it got this far."

With a jolt, Cyril pulled away. Looking at Demetri's shocked expression, he replied, "I fall to you far too easily."

The words were strange, and Cyril hated saying as soon as they escaped past his teeth, but it was too late. Demetri had an understanding expression, and a somewhat sad look in his eyes.

"We should go." Jane said finally, snapping everyone out from their own little spaces.

Cyril couldn't decide if he was thankful for that or not.

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