All Chapters of DIRTY FANGS: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

          I wondered through the hall, Shadow just following quietly behind me, I was looking for something, although I wasn't sure what it was exactly that I was looking for, I passed by all the paintings of Âhkïïmânâe ,until I came to stand in front of one particular painting of the last born son of Âhkïïmânâe, he looked so sad in the picture, just like how he looked at the dining table, his eyes looked sunken and lifeless, his high cheekbones were very very prominent as though he starved himself when he was alive, if he had been healthier ,he would have been a delicious looking young man ,just like his brothers but he wasn't. There were several pictures of him, not just the baby to grown up pictures but pictures dating how the black dot on his forehead grew to consume him, the one I was looking at was the one were he still looked human , although, he had the black dot on his forehead but the one my e

          After being pushed around into different memories like a ball, I was finally thrown back into the peaceful and silent darkness with just one question on my mind, a question that I knew the answer to but didn't want to answer because I was in denial, I wasn't ready to accept that truth, I had been dealt so many hands since I found out about the death of my family and I have been swallowing every pill that they've been giving me but I was tired this time, I wasn't just going to swallow these pills without thorough research and proof, Shadow told me I was blood bound to the family of the first witch, which I found very very hard to believe and now my own memories were tricking me, showing me things that never happened, things that weren't there before and I was not going to have any of it. I forced myself into a proper sleep and after a full hour of counting sheeps in my mind, I finally drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

We were falling in the darkness, at least that is what it felt like, I was finally going to see what the vampire nation looked like after all the talk of cursed witches, I really wondered if it would be a dark and gloomy place filled with sad blood suckers roaming around endlessly with no particular destination in mind, I wondered if they would all be as welcoming as Shadow or if they'd rip my head off the minute they saw me but surely Shadow wouldn't allow that, she couldn't possibly have risked her life to save me only to kill me at the end,that would be madness and Shadow could be crazy but she was definitely not mad.       Finally, after falling endlessly in darkness for what felt like hours , we hit the cold, hard,scratchy ground or rather I fell on the ground and Shadow landed on her feet like some goddamn cat goddess.       "Ugh....." I rolled and stood up from the ground, I

           While I was whispering to myself on how nobody cared about me, I didn't realize when I slept off, I guess I was just so exhausted from everything that had happened and I didn't realize it because ever since my family was murdered, my life has just been one big rollercoaster of a joke and now I just lay on the bed on my back with my two arms folded and resting underneath my head, bathing my skin in the sun rays and breeze that flowed from the floor length window on the wall decorated with white curtains on its sides to my right, the glass slide of the window was rolled up which was very much strange because I did not at all remember standing up to open it, when I came into the room, I was not particularly observant but I was sure that the window was closed and because I was sure, the window being opened only meant one thing.      'There's someone in here with me.'

           What melted to the floor rose again but not as its original form, it rose and began to take the shape of a muddy version of a person, specifically Jeremiah, six mud people rose and walked swiftly to stand at Jeremiah's side, three on each side of him, then Jeremiah clashed his two hands together and started separating them but it was more like he was pulling his hands apart like something was binding them together which was weird. As he was pulling his hands apart, the mud people started shaking and breaking, then he clashed his hand back together again and the mud people looked exactly like him, as though he had six siblings that looked exactly like him, they all even had the proud smirk on each of their faces.       "Alright slave, you wanna play, let's play. Attack!" His creations surged forward heading towards Kevwe, then Kevwe panicked and used her vampire speed to