Even without energy, he dodged the attack by rolling over the wall. The creature hit the wall and bounced. Roselyn quickly provoked a wave of wind toward the creature pushing him few meters away. Her hands were trembling for the continuous effort, but she clenched her teeth to collect her energies and stay strong. That vampire was probably one of the last remaining creatures before finally defeating William's murderer.

The soil cracked under the creature and a hole opened in the middle sinking the creature in.

She traveled back her gaze toward John, like heaven for her eyes, she saw his wounds stopped to bleed and that his face was less pale than before. He was healing, Roselyn smiled and leaned against the wall to regain her energies back.

There was still one last group to defeat. John smiled at her and caressed her cheeks, his gaze was looking at her both in admiration and fondness. She saved his life for a second time now, and she was risking her own life by siding with him. None of the women he dated earlier would be that courageous, not even the evilest ones.

He inhaled the tenderness his heart squeezed in, accepting the emotion he felt when he looked at her and welcoming it as his eyes felt with joy and devotion. For the first time in all his life, he wasn't concerned or ashamed of the feelings he felt for her even if those were making him more vulnerable. His gaze fell on her pale thin lips as he leaned closer, placing his arm over the wall near to Roselyn's head.

Right when he was about to kiss her another creature tried to attack them, John groaned aloud. Could they stop interrupting them?

Since they met they never enjoyed tranquillity, there was always someone haunting them or trying to kill him. 'What have I done to deserve this?' He wondered before he turned around and killed the interloper in an instant.

He traveled his gaze back to Roselyn who swallowed down and forced a smile, from John's lips escaped a giggle seeing the shock in her eyes.

"I am sorry," he said with a hinted mischievous grin on his face, from what his face revealed he didn't seem very sorry.

Roselyn scolded herself inwardly for not having suffocated the imminent smile on her face that made her look like a completely idiot in front of John's eyes.

How could she even pretend to be mad at him, when all she could feel when she mistakenly or consciously met his gaze was butterflies in her stomach?

It was impossible to deny her feelings to both herself and to him. She locked her lips with his and gently wrapped his face with her small hands. And even with supernatural creatures who could reach them in a second, they felt like they were alone standing in the middle of the chaos. Was that what being in love felt like? To find the peace and joy in the mess and the chaos just because the person you love is standing next to you?

John scoffed and departed from the kiss when few more supernatural creatures reached them. He inhaled a deep breath and in reassignment turned around to face the creatures. The vampires' expressions were snarl and sneer. John crashed one against the wall with a powerful push as he sank his claws in the second vampire's shoulders.

The vampires were though and the one who crashed against the floor soon picked himself up before rushing toward the King. He was furious and his teeth were sharp as his eyes widened, the second one appeared behind John and they both rushed toward John, leaving him with no escape.

John concentrated on his defense as it was useless now to try to react being in a drastic position and surrounded.

He narrowed his eyes when one of the vampires sank his fangs on his hips while the other pushed him against the floor.

John from the ground picked himself up and groaned aloud making the vampires jolt and pause for a millisecond but still enough to allow him to disappear and reappear on the other side of the room. He gathered his energies for some seconds as the vampires gazed around the room unable to find him.

Suddenly John jumped on one of them and scratched his back before he twisted his neck as if it had a stick's resistance. John felt the last drops of Roselyn's blood running through his veins boosting his energies like dopamine.

He dodged the last vampire's stab and kneeled to remove a portrait from the wall and smashed it on the creature's head. The vampire lost his balance and fell to allow John to grip his hands over his neck.

"Who recruited you?" John's voice thundered in the room, the desperation was clear. He was so exhausted from chasing someone he had never seen and only knew him by his nickname.

"Y-y-your brother!"

The question he made to all his victims linked to his father's murdered was always the same but the answer he got was just as confusing and let him even more worn out. How could they lie in front of him? He wondered as he groaned. How could they think he would even buy something that sounded so inconceivable to even be taken into consideration.

"Why do you keep lying?" John asked, his voice was broken and disappointed. He would spare the creature's life if he was honest to him.

"I am not lying." A murmur escaped from John's victim's lips right before he was struck down by lightning.

John released the grip and widened his eyes, he didn't do that. Maybe Roselyn?

He turned around but her facial expression was just as puzzled as his, letting him deduce she was not the culprit.