Chapter CCCVIII: Enraged, Yet Proud ~Travallian
Once he was
teleported out of the
Ugh…never did get use to this human vampiric form… he thought to himself as he grit his teeth. I’m vulnerable to fire this way…oh! Of all elements, I’m weak to my central element…dammit.
Clamping both of his hands to the sides of his head, he shut his eyes tightly and lets out an inhuman shrill, unable to control his form’s current emotions towards the heat of the fire. Gritting his teeth, he inhaled and exhaled deeply, trying to calm himself. As he opens his eyes, he looked around. He found himself being stared at by all the villagers, including Bulaklak who had just appeared in front of him. The bartender of the inn even went up to him, forcing a hardy slap to the vampire’s back.
“Pull yourself together, boy!” the bartender said as he shook Jeremy’s shoulders hard with his broad hands. “Did you get hurt?! What possessed you to make that hellish sound?”
Shaking away from the man’s grasp, he struggled forward and shook his head, gesturing to him that he was alright, but did not turn to look at him. Glancing over to one side, he saw the innkeeper who was pacing around on one spot, saying that his father would kill him when he returned and saw the inn in cinders. Silently, he turned his attention away from the young man, looking back at the burning building.
“Chrono…” he finally said through his teeth as he slowly stood next to Bulaklak with narrow eyes towards the burning Blood Rose inn, clenching a fist to his chest. “What the heck was that Yoshi trying to do?! I must go back in there!”
Taking a step forward, he was instantly grabbed by his collar, nearly choking him, he stopped walking and stood still. Turns his head back, he saw the bartender again, his expression rather stern as his thick eyebrows quirked together.
“Move another step and I break your legs, boy,” he said as he pulled him farther back by his neck. “It’s too dangerous to go inside.”
Rubbing his neck in silence, Jeremy reluctantly obeyed the mortal, knowing that he would not let him go back. Instead, the disguised vampire turned to one direction and headed down the one end and turned to a corner and rested against the building near the ember covered inn, sighing lowly to himself until someone unexpectedly placed a hand on his head and rapidly messed his hair humorously. Startled, he backed away from one side and pivoted on one foot quickly to look at who stood there before him. Blinking a few times, he slowly gawked.
It was a human
man who stood four inches taller than him. He had the same eyes and the same
hair, but had the face of an older man in his late forties and his clothes
showed that he travelled a lot and rarely changed his cloak from the tatters
and blood stains. Nevertheless, he emitted youthful aura of immortality in him.
He grinned with his arms folded together, drumming his fingers against one arm
as he let out a raspy laugh.
“Well, well,” the man started, his voice showed a hint of mocking and joyfulness at the same time, “It has been awhile, has it not, Travallian III? You’ve improved so must since thou were a child. It pains me to have missed seeing you grow up, but I did the right choice when I gave you that emerald at a young age. You’ve become better than I am.”
“Father…?”
Before more
could be said, loud crashing and crackling was heard where the
“A…little…help…please…” were the words he could hear faintly beneath the large splinters of wood.
Smacking his forehead lightly, he looked over at Bulaklak in the way of telling her to help him out if she could before running over to the charred fragments and dug his way past the small pieces. When he reached the larger pieces of wreckage, he placed his hand under them and lifted them off Chrono easily with his vampiric strength as if the wood the size of thick logs were narrow twigs. As he took the final pieces off his young comrade, he took him by one arm and helped him away from the rubble, setting him down to rest on the ground.
“Never do that again!” Jeremy let out an echoing, screeching hiss into the yellow Yoshi’s ear as he let go of him, almost harshly from his anger.
The villagers stood back as he did, giving the reckless, yet courageous Chrono some air. Looking to one side, the fuming Travallian in disguise glanced at the villagers, seeing both a human and Draconian in the crowd staring at him. Lasereth and Zekoru. Both nodding once to him, they disappeared in further into the crowd in the blink of an eye.
“Take care of your friends,” Lasereth’s voice could be heard. “They have potential for greatness if led properly by both themselves and others.”