Untitled Part 11

                                    

                                          
Oliver ran. His lungs burned his legs muscles burned but he continued to run. He resisted shifting to his wolf form wanting to tire himself out and when he came to the rock wall, remembering Tommy's words he stopped. He gasped as he tried to catch his breath and he leaned against the wall before sinking down in front of it.
                          
He didn't want to remember the person who turned him and he sure as hell did not want to see him. His eyes flared as he bared his fangs, his vampire and wolf warring over who was going to gain control in that moment. His vampire side finally won.
                          
Oliver leaned his head back against the wall as he remembered back to that time when he met HIM. He couldn't say his name because the rage became too strong. He didn't want to see his face, but he did, and he closed his eyes as the memories surfaced one by one.
                          
Oliver reigned in his horse as it stomped the ground, anxious to move. They had just finished one bloody battle and the knights that had fought with him were either exhausted, injured or dead. He looked around, his bloody sword in hand and his gaze narrowed when he saw the man he had been waiting to confront slip into the trees at the edge of the battlefield. Oliver urged his horse forward with a kick and click of his teeth and his war horse surged forward, heading straight for the area he had seen him disappear. Oliver was chasing after Lord Byron Chase, a man who was as cruel and ruthless as they came. He subjected his people to torture and poverty and when Oliver had been given the chance to join the crusade that was going to fight for the people's freedom he had gladly signed up.
                          
Oliver neared the trees and crept his horse slowly forward. The foliage began to creep in and Oliver realized that it might be better to dismount and walk. He jumped to the ground and tied his big black war horses' reigns to a nearby tree before he crept forward. He kept his movements stealthy and his steps quiet and soon he saw movement among the trees ahead.
                          
Oliver gripped his sword tightly in his hand as his eyes finally lighted on Lord Byron. His blood began to race as he saw the man who recently had killed a young boy right in front of Oliver's eyes. The youngster had been playing in the middle of the square with his friends and when he saw Lord Byron approaching he had decided to act like young kids do and impress his friends. He had picked up a stone, no bigger than a pebble and threw it towards the king and then ran as fast as his legs could carry him. This had angered Lord Byron and wanting to make an example of the child he had chased him down on horseback and brought him back to the center of the square. Oliver had been close enough to see the fear in the child's eyes and when Lord Byron had taken out his dagger and stabbed the kid, the horror on everyone's faces had been something Oliver would never forget.
                          
The anger and rage that he had felt at that moment had almost been insurmountable and it had taken all of Oliver's self-control not to kill Lord Byron right then and there. He had taken a step back because he knew if he did that he would have been arrested and thrown in prison and so he had waited until the time was right. Now was that time.
                          
 Lord Byron turned as he heard footsteps approaching, a sword held tightly in his grip, his eyes showing a crazed light that Oliver had seen few times before.
                          
"Sir Queen. I see you found me." Lord Byron gave a half-crazed smile and Oliver's lips tightened. He wanted to strike him down where he stood, and he would.
                          
"Lord Byron you are not going to leave this forest alive. I am here to avenge those whom you tortured and killed. They will be under your rule no longer."
                          
Lord Bryon laughed. "Those are my people Queen. They will continue to do as I say, or they will pay the consequences. Now, why don't you put down your sword and maybe I will grant you mercy."