Capítulo 236: *Ch 251: Ancient Vampire Battle
Slightly dizzy, I looked around, and saw we were back in the ballroom.
"I'm sorry I had to do that," Ivan apologized. "As a vampiress, you'll someday learn your place as our queen by your husband's side. Alphas take care of the warfare and political affairs, but it isn't your place as a vampiress."
Sarcasm spat off my tongue, "Am I to only stand aside and look pretty while my husband does the rest!"
With a half smile, Ivan replied. "Of course not. You rule the vampiresses. As a queen, you are the leader they look up to. You help keep them and their offspring safe just as much as any good alpha vampire would."
After Ivan told me that, he left out of sight. I sighed at what he told me. That was more responsibility than I thought I'd ever get as a vampiress. Not wanting to dwell on what Ivan shared, I did what I started to do and continued exploring the palace. This time, I wandered to a gallery that had more airbrushed paintings and 3-D plasters of these vampires battling until they were detained.
Sad yet breathtaking were two words to describe the artwork of these artists that captured such a masterpiece on the ceiling and walls. You could feel the pain and fury throughout the gallery.
Fiery brimstone was striking the palace that looked Egyptian, but it wasn't. Many vamp children and mothers flee while the vampires maliciously fight.
Again my heart broke to see this crying vamp baby on the ground by its detained mother at these outdoor imperial steps. I sighed and could only imagine what suffering these immortal beings endured.
All I did was touch that crying painted vamp infant on the ground, and my eyes darkened. Oh, no, not again! My mind traveled elsewhere.
"Waa... waa... waa!" the cries of an infant emitted as my focus came out of the darkness.
I found myself staring downward at a baby boy, laying in a woven wicker basket on the mud-made floor. The infant's eyes were shut tightly as he screamed wide enough to see his pinkish-red gums. His skin was golden-tan with a slight pinkish color tinge. Then he has a full head of raven black hair. Only a linen blanket was covered under his belly button, and I noticed his belly button cord hasn't fallen off, and it still has yet to dry out. Which told me, he was born merely days ago, if even.
"Mommy, I'm scared!" this little girl's voice submitted within the room.
Pass the crying newborn, I observed the room and found it was an ancient bedroom made from mud-bricks, magnified in gold. There was an ancient bed dressed in peacock colors.
By the bed, I saw this young mom dressed in a colorful Persian-draped dress. A sheer pink headscarf was worn loosely over her head. The view side of her face looked like she was in her early twenties.
Quickly the young mother went to her scared daughter, who is likely five. She wore the same sheer drapes as her mother, only hers were purple. Clung to the little girl's hand was a ten-year-old boy wearing a woven garment. Like the baby, he has black hair, but the little girl has bright red curly hair.
I watched the mom kneel to her daughter, comforting her. "Be brave, all will be fine. Don't let go of your brother's hand. No matter what, stay together if we get separated." My mouth gaped to recognize that gentle tone.
"My Queen, we can't hold off much longer, you must go!" Suddenly an urgent voice hollered in the room.
My heart leaped in my chest to realize I knew that vast voice too. I looked over to the doorway and saw it was none other than Duncan.
"That means..." I said aloud because nobody could hear me. My mouth remained parted as the young mother got up and swerved in my direction. That fiery red bouncy curly hair, those dreamy blue oval-shaped eyes, heart-shaped face, straight small nose, and full lips said it all.
The young mother was Mrs. Collin and the little girl was Veronica, and Chester is the boy. Then that means... I looked down at the crying newborn.
"...Kai..." I utter under my breath as something that sounded like an explosive hit above the roofing hard enough to shake the room.
"You must go!" Duncan panicked as Mrs. Collin hustled to baby Kai. She bundled him in the linen blanket and then cradled him. She then took Veronica's hand and led her and Chester out the door.
Without much choice, I pushed through and followed behind as Duncan disappeared. Throughout the hall, other vampiresses and vamp children were fleeing.
"We have to leave out the other way! This exit is overrun!" Rose's mother came running to her. With her were Rose's three older brothers and one sister. Plus, she was fully pregnant with Rose's other older sister before she came into the picture. The mothers of Kai's friends and guardians came barreling through with their children and teens, who are all grown up in my timeline.
Ivan was eight months old and Ace was a newborn. Jack looked three months old, Glenn was maybe six months, and Rome wasn't born yet. His oldest sister was carried by their mom, and she looked a little over a year old. Leah and Sharlene weren't born yet either.
"Head left!" Mrs. Collin yelled as thunderous thrashing sounds roared on the ceiling.
The palace shook, which caused the walls and flooring to crack. My head throbbed in pain, but I hurried to keep up. Making it outside, I was frozen to see fireballs raining from the sky before they soared into the palace or desert with a forceful blow. With each strike, brimstone crumbled and combusted sections of the palace into flames.
A sizzling pillar fell straight across from me and the large group of vampiresses that had their children and babies with them. It smashed to nothing, but a pile of burning debris.
High in the cloudy gray sky, vampires fought. Below the horizon, the desert was a stretched-out battlefield of vampires, heading to the palace. Blood spewed from the torn flesh of these vampires fighting.
"Everyone go!" Mrs. Collin shouts. "Meet at the safety zone!"
Over herself, she made sure that her vampiresses escaped as mayhem unleashed within the land and sky.
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