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ลำดับตอนที่ #12 : Escape
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The Exiled: Escape
Raleigh was barely visible under the dim moonlight,
but he could see as far as he wanted to. Destiny could not be far, but he
couldn’t find her no matter what he tried. In the midst of searching, a middle-aged
lady living with her husband offered to let them stay in her mansion on the
outskirts of Bangkok. If he were Destiny, he would stick with the crowd to mask
his scent, but he could not resume searching with the search radar Ignatius
being in the same state as a rotten vegetable. He was beaten severely by the
Wolves the same time Destiny was taken.
Elliah was always by Ignatius’s side, nursing him and
calming him down when he had nightmares. Ignatius never strikes as someone who
would succumb to a series of continuous nightmares, as happy-go-lucky as he
always is, but his current vulnerability is proving Raleigh wrong. He knew he
is in charge and had to regroup quickly, but after futile searches, it would be
better if he just waited until Ignatius is well enough to help.
His ears twitched. After eating a whole pot of pork
blood soup for dinner, he seemed to regain a bit of energy. The soft clinking
of metal came down the narrow street unilluminated by any light. The dogs
barked restlessly but went unusually quiet.
“Those bastard don’t know how to treat animals…” The
vampire boy muttered under his breath and swiftly climbed back into the window.
He told Elliah, falling asleep by her brother’s side, that they need to leave.
She looked at him with her round red eyes, questioning whether they should stop
to thank the owner of the mansion.
“I’ll leave a note,” said Raleigh. “Get Ig dressed.
We’re leaving as soon as we can.”
Elliah obeyed reluctantly. When she finished, Raleigh
hastily swung Ig over his shoulders and darted towards the main entrance
through the twisting stairs. Raleigh’s heart was beating so wildly, and he was
aware of it. He couldn’t protect both Ig and El, so he definitely must never
get caught.
But he heard a clang from the door. His legs almost
gave out, and dizziness came over him like a curse. With trembling knees,
Raleigh dragged Ignatius back up the stairs. His muscles felt like they were
tearing apart, and his friend’s weight was almost unbearable. He knew that he had
been too nervous, and he needed more ‘fresh’ blood.
At the top flight of the stairs, he looked down and
saw the Wolves’ gaze locked onto his.
“El, run!” Raleigh shouted at the top of his lungs.
The Wolves moved, and seemed to glide up the stairs in the darkness like
apparitions. They were more ghost-like than valiant and dignified wolf-like, as
they should be.
They darted through the halls and jumped off a window
onto the tile roof that covered the kitchen. They descended carefully but
nimbly down the uneven surface. Raleigh felt his eyes gone black and almost
dropped Ignatius, but he regained his composure. They carefully climbed over
the barbed wire with the Wolves on their back.
One of the Wolves pulled the back of Raleigh’s shirt
hard enough that he dropped Ignatius right on the barbed wire. Elliah gave a
silent shriek and quickly untangle her unconscious brother, who was now bruised
and bleeding. He fell onto the other side, which was someone else’s property.
Elliah glanced back worriedly at Raleigh and undid her bandage. Raleigh’s
nocturnal vision could glimpse the lucid glow of her red eyes. He tore the mask
off a Wolf’s face and forced him to look in her direction.
His eyes went plop, and Raleigh made a run for his
life.
One of the Wolves threw a knife, and it got his leg.
It could be lethal if he didn’t drink blood soon. He pulled it off and felt a
nasty, brain cringing pain run all over his body. He picked up Ignatius, took Elliah’s
hand and tried to walk; his gait crooked and blood dripping all over the place.
The Wolves followed with might, bows in their hands, old-fashioned arrows
sliding merely an inch from his neck.
Ignatius woke up and blinked. Sensing Raleigh’s
awkward heartbeat, he bit his finger until it bled, and fumble around to feel
where the vampire boy’s mouth is. He shoved the finger in, and Raleigh took a
big gulp, making the wound open even further. The smell of blood against his
body was tempting, but held back. Elliah handed them a metal pipe she found
lying around. With deadly accuracy, Raleigh hid in the shadow and threw the
rusted pipe right into the archer’s chest.
“Nice sound, bleh.” Ignatius managed to speak. His
voice was as light as a cat’s footsteps, maybe from the seemingly endless cycle
of eating rice porridge and barfing it out. Elliah reached out her hand and stroked
his face. It was one of the very few times the little girl smiled.
The Wolves did not stop to check on their dead friend.
All they thought was; kill, kill, kill. Raleigh was the only fighter in the
group, and he was in a bad state. Elliah offered him her wrist, and he took it
hesitantly.
A few gulps later, Raleigh took up some more metal
pipes. He was not as trained and professional as the Wolves were, but he had
the strength of someone always fighting for their very lives. He had the blood
of the only supernatural resident of Paradise, and he would use it if time
comes. There is nothing to lose. Raleigh waved his finger at the metal masks
with a hint of a smile, and they took up the challenge.
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