Bambi And The Dukee 17 The Lion Returns- Part 1

"Please, milord," the man begged, his face was contoured out of pain, his body weak after being beaten.

"Tell me, how did we end up like this?" Lord Nicholas twisted his feet to put more pressure on the man's hand where the bones beneath his shoe could be heard cracking in the silence except for Mr Harlow's groans, "Your begging is only making me angry, Mr Harlow. I thought we had a very clear deal amongst us. Your work was very simple. Find the witches and bring them to me. I don't remember asking you to hand them to one of the Duke's of the North. Did I tell anything like that Leonard?"

"No."

Leonard who stood not far away with his hands which had been just put to use in beating Mr Harlow now was placed in the trousers of his pocket. His blonde hair which had grown slightly longer at the sides, a slope forming from behind which was cut short tapering down. His long lashes fluttered once lazily, sweeping his gaze across the man before blowing air out of his mouth. If it weren't for the fact that he had not only beaten Mr Harlow but had also killed his wife whose body now laid on the dining table, one would say the man had grown to look like an angel.

With years that had pa.s.sed by, Leonard had grown under the guidance of Sir Malcolm Rufus. Malcolm was a retired councilman who once served in the division of half-vampire and their creation. With Leonard who was sent to stay with the man for the sole to learn the strict ways of pureblooded vampire ways and to avoid the council getting into the matter. Lord Nicholas had taken an interest in the boy, knowing that the boy could be shaped for a great potential in the future. He had taken matters into his hands and had taken him to the city where both Malcolm and the Lord lived, which was at the heart of the Bonelake which wasn't far from the lake of bones. Though the anger wasn't completely removed from the boy who had grown to be a man, he had learnt to use it in converting it into a better councilman like Malcolm.

"What do you think we should do with a traitor like you, hmm?" Leonard saw the Lord lift his feet from Mr Harlow's hand.

"Forgive me, milord! This won't happen again, I promise! You have my word-"

"Your words mean very little for me. Alright," the Lord sighed, taking a step back he went to look at the stack of books that was neatly organized before the b.l.o.o.d.y mess that was caused. Mr Harlow felt relieved for a moment until he heard the next words which were spoken in a whisper, "He is yours, Leonard," he murmured as he looked through the books.

Leonard pushed himself from the wall, walking towards the man who trembled in fear for his dear life seeing the blonde man get closer to him with every step which was taken towards him.

"Please don't kill me! I never meant to-argh!!" Leonard pierced his hand through the man's chest, his glove which started from his wrist and ended at his mid fingers dipped deeper into the man's flesh until he found the heart to curl it around and squeeze it. The man went still after a few seconds and Leonard pulled his hand out of his chest.

If it was one thing he had learnt, it was the amount of pleasure that was given in torturing a person slowly. It was one of the ways he gave an outlet to his temper. Something Lord Nicholas had taught him.

Taking a cloth that laid around, he took it to clean his fingers. Not waiting for the lord, he stepped away from the murdered scene to go out of the house where the sky was dark. It was a moonless and a starless night as usual for the people of Bonelake. The heavy clouds hovering above him, waiting to pour down and wash away the evidence of what they had done here.

As the Lord's coachman took the bodies from the house, dragging into the forest, Leonard had lit his cigar, taking a huge puff from it before releasing it into the cold night.

Hearing footsteps from behind, he looked at the corner of his eye to see Lord Nicholas holding a book in his hand which he must have picked from the shelf inside the house.

"You have been getting better," stated the Lord, flipping the book and going through the contents randomly, "Did you know that there are spells that can be used by vampires like us to control the vampires we turn? Who knew we would find something so fascinating."

Once Leonard had started his expedition alongside the Lord, he had come to learn that the Lord had his own quirks. One of them being borrowing books for himself from the men and women he killed. He didn't question it because it wasn't something he was interested, not that he couldn't ask.

"Pridmore has begun to suspect about your frequent trips to the other lands," said Leonard after another puff from his cigar, "The other day I overheard him talking to Lionel about Ms Ventress."

"Ventress," Lord Nicholas clicked his tongue, "You don't have to worry about it. Devon will take care of the matter. Have you packed everything?" he asked, gaining Leonard's attention.

"Yes," he answered, wondering if Lord Nicholas caught the news from Malcolm. Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.