Kazakovich: Consequences (eBook)

Archie Fair (Autor)

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2025 | 1. Auflage
272 Seiten
Bookbaby (Verlag)
979-8-3509-9940-2 (ISBN)

Infos

With the consequences of his actions looming in the back of his mind, Victor must decide what is more important, family or revenge? Or are they one and the same?

Archie Fair is a passionate novelist and screenwriter who loves creating new worlds for readers to enjoy. With his words, he hopes his audience can be swept away on exciting journeys full of the unexpected.

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Victor Kazakovich-the youngest offspring of the Fangs, the outcast bloodline-emerges in a village replaced with shallow graves and his father's grinning face. Upon witnessing his father's grim actions, he grows uncertain of his family's true fate and embarks down a bloody path in search of their whereabouts. His path of destruction and vengeance only leads him to his childhood best friend, Leon D'Amate. Heartbroken and betrayed, Victor explodes into a bloody siege, still determined to secure the safety of his loved ones.

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CHAPTER TWO:
VICTOR’S DECISION

Slowly with a groan and grumble the sleepy youth opens his eyes to the pitch-dark room void of light. Of course, except for the thin band of light seeping under the door giving a hint of his surroundings. Victor shakes off the lingering grogginess to clear his head and vision to get a better view of his surroundings. Noticed a table with two chairs as if a meeting were expected. The feel of concrete of some other solid surface yet smooth as a tile floor. Attempts to stand only to be retrained by chains latched to his ankles and wrist. Still feeling weakened by the incident, he is unable to break them. Struggles he does only to be distracted by approaching voices that are arguing. Voices increase as they near the door forcing him to adjust into an upright position against the wall. Staring at the door unflinching with heart racing between each clicking and beep as it now slowly opens. Metal door opens from left to right with the artificial light bursting in blinding him momentarily. With blurred vision fading he begins to see the unexpected guest.

To the left with a smirk and arms cross stood Rurik Kazakovich; the wavy-haired devil with piercing gray eyes known as the right hand of Valvytorez, looking down at him with squinted gaze. He knew if he were loose; he would be hiding behind his father like a coward.

To the right stood Sabastian Kazakovich; the ponytail fiend known for doing the dirty work behind the scenes, winces in haste as he looks at his watch like he was running late for something. He remembered he was always impatient. Never understood how he even became part of the family.

His eyes drift to the lone female dead center of the trio gasp almost choking. Why her he thought? Why her of all people? Father was behind this, he thought. He knew it was him. Bellah Kazakovich, the second oldest of Valvytorez’s offspring, is known for her absent-minded moments and her unexplained rage that even Valvytorez himself tries to avoid; holds a tray of food as they argue about the situation. Victor watched with great concentration for any moment that she started to unravel. In a fit Sabastian throws his hands up as he darts off fussing as he vanishes. Like a little lap dog, Rurik follows suit after putting hand on Bellah’s shoulder with a sly smile. He follows suit and vanishes to her disappointment, leaving her alone.

Bellah was in disgust as they abandoned her like a bad habit toss her head upward as she entered the containment room. She slams tray on table then eyes the bound Victor with palms bracing herself. Slowly she stands up slowly waltzing over to him with arms crossed scoffing at him in distaste.

Victor gazing back trying to keep focused, but the tantalizing aroma of the meal taunts him without mercy. As seconds seemed like hours, he broke first with deep growl from his gut.

“What? “You gonna just stare at me?” taunts Victor with a hint of hesitation.

She continues to stare slowly revealing her fangs. Victor inches closer to the wall as if it would protect him from her wrath.

“Somethings never change little brother. Always the little troublemaker,” taunts Bellah in a semi angered voice.

“Yeah. What of it?” responds Victor slowly inching to the left.

With a sigh she squints her eyes then without warning she pounces on him. The bewildered Victor almost hopped out his skin as she embraced him in joyous hug nearly stopping his heart.

“You are alive! You are alive! I am so glad! After I heard what had happened; I had expected the worse!” echoes a relieved Bellah.

“Come on! I am Kazakovich! You cannot just bury us in a box covered in water! Who did they think they were dealing with? A common Fang? Do not make me laugh!” boast the calming yet still on edge Victor.

Bellah retreats to sit on her knees wiping away tears of joy. Nodded in agreement as she retrieved the key to unlock the wrist and feet chains. With the echoes of freedom, he smiled as she guided his weary body to the chair in his weakened state. Bellah stands on the opposite side with a sisterly grin removing the tray dome lid to reveal his first meal in a week. With a whiff of the familiar yet mouthwatering aroma tickling his nose I nostalgia. The perfectly grilled salmon with a crisp layered lemon pepper seasoning, accompanied by the coleslaw with a slight chill, and a healthy dose of banana pudding. To add flavor a small cup of tartar sauce if that tickled his fancy. Eyes glued to the plate of delight with a drool escaping the right side of his mouth. Amidst his rumbling stomach begging to devour and his senses going while in anticipation, a face flash before his hungry eyes. Without hesitation he whispers her name.

“Mother.”

“Victor!” bellows Bellah in responds only to cover her mouth as Victor balls fist in anger as he fights back tears.

Feeling his anger Bellah tried to find the right words only to suddenly remember she had forgotten the sweet tea.

“Oh, I forgot the sweet tea. I will be right back. Now do not go anywhere,” she jokes wagging her finger upon departure.

Silence fills the room as Victor devours his meal amidst the memories flooding his mind while slowly regaining his strength. Mid bite he noticed she left the door wide open bringing a smile to his face. Gulps down the last of coleslaw before noticing his beloved hoodie which is a curse and blessing like two sides of a coin. Walks over to stand before it stares at the embroiled logo on the back. Black hoodie graced with a large “S” overlapping a large single blood drop the universal symbol of a Source Blood. Eyes at its nostalgia as visions of the villagers of Genoa flash before his eyes stirring his blood to boil snatching it bizarre hook. Exits as he slides it over his head marching down the long hallway.

Beyond the set of twin doors resides the makeshift laboratory designed to further the endeavors to achieve the goals of Kazakovich. With three sets of twin doors leading to the main lobby, the holding containment, and residential areas for rest or meals. With the two “L” shaped lab tables covered in all manners of tubes, flasks, and other equipment to aid in all research duties. Sitting idle at the lone laptop tapping away the lone human Eugene Philips adjusting his glasses to the glare of fatigue. Eugene Philips: a glass wearing science prodigy who was saved by Valvytorez from sure death now works diligently to repay him; grumbles as the results from the recent experiment falls short of expectations. He leans back as the doors swing open and close as a shadow vanishes toward the resident area. After a few moments another arrived only to linger behind him almost gasping for air. Reluctant to even acknowledge, he just points toward the main lobby motioning them to go away. The guest scoffs at his discontent at his silent suggestion as he now can feel their breath as well as hear it. With each passing moment he dreads the thought of doing the unthinkable: socializing. With a sigh, hesitation but uttered words with regret.

“You know, I am not to be disturbed while I work. The consequences can be severe if you get my drift,” warns Eugene.

“Who cares when you’re about to die,” threatened the voice of the Fang.

“What!”

Without warning he slammed into the wall above lab table head-first, crashing into the table then falling to the floor. Unknown liquids followed by the instruments and papers clutter about his feet. Stunned with blurred vision from blood running into his eyes. Attempts to clear blood away only to feel earth shattering pain echo into his chest. A scream echoes out followed by a violent gasp of agony. Pain ripples unrelenting as his eyes slowly clears to reveal the source of his misfortune. Eyes widening at the unthinkable as those infamous blue-green eyes pierce his soul like a thousand needles.

“V-V-Victor!”

“H-H-Human.”

He looks about in utter disgust clenching fist as his father’s smiling face flashes before his eyes.

“So, this is father’s answer. His decision,” he growls looking at Eugene,” So have I father. So have I.”

A baffled Eugene struggles through the pain to understand his words echoing into his ears sparking a wave of curiosity.

“What decision? And for what have you decided?” inquires a quivering Eugene trying to resist the pains agonizing grip.

With a thud of anger, he stuffs his boots into Eugene’s ailing chest knocking the wind out of him followed by a defining scream.

“Shut up human! You will never understand us.”

As Victor stands over the unconscious Eugene; he hears voice once coming from behind the twin doors to his left. With a smile he departs to find out who they are.

In the main lobby Sabastian, along with Rurik and other members of the Kazakovich Bloodline sit glued to the eighty-five-inch television. All nibbling on a variety of snakes from fruit, chips to little cakes, and pies. They watched unhinged like zombies until screams followed but what sounded like broken glass reached their ears. All eyes looked toward the double doors for a moment then back to the television broadcast. Devin, the chubby member of the group, could not shake the urge to make a case to investigate only to be mocked.

”Guys, what if he hurt himself or worse?” suggested Devin.

All chuckled at his suggestion of checking on a human without flinching their eyes from the broadcast.

“Look here chubs. He is human and we are Fang. Enough said so drop it,” taunts Sabastian to...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 12.4.2025
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Romane / Erzählungen
• ISBN-13: 979-8-3509-9940-2 / 9798350999402