《Always & Forever》chapter 30
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Hetty my lovelies!!!
Sorry for late update. I just now made my life again. And with exams over I finally can update and write again. Yayyyyy....
Love you guys. I hope you will enjoy.
This chapter is like filler. The shit is coming quite differently. So there is chance that I will screw it.
Like yeah.
I am master of that.
Sorry.
WARNINGS
Some dark themes like a little bit torture. But it's some vanilla shit. :D so yeah.
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The sound of my boots hitting the ground was the only noise accompanying me as I made my way, through the dimly lit cave towards the center of the crypt. The weight on my shoulder while it wasn't heavy to bother me too much, made me quicken my pace in order to get rid of it.
It was a couple of moments before I reached the entrance and after a slight hesitation, when wards protecting crypts from vampires begrudgingly let me in, I stepped in.
Thanks to her.
The sound of vampire's body dropping on the ground with dull thud made me sneer in disgust oh so powerful original vampire.Who is laying dead in the dirt?
The silent whimper caught pulled me back from my minds and I turned around to look at the second vampire. The female was securely tied to the chair with her red hair covering her face.
It was vervain-soaked ropes wrapped around her and burning her skin that made vampire whimper in pain.
But how much pleasure it gave me to see one of their kind in their rightful place. It took me a couple of seconds to reach her and I harshly pulled her hair to meet her eyes.
I grinned at the fear and pain in redheads eyes. She tried to hiss at me but with her mouth covered it sounded too muffled to even sound threatening. I chuckled.
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“Now, now,” I softly spoke while pulling out pocket knife and bottle of vervain extract from my jacket pocket ignoring her glare mixed with fear and anger. “Where is your manners doll? You just don't hiss at your superior. That's rude.”
She started to struggle against her bindings while I thoughtfully coated the blade with vervain.
“You know, it's not that easy to get vervain. Especially in the liquid form,” I started to talk while flicking knife against her pale cheek. She screamed and tried to wiggle even more in order to get free and I laughed at her efforts. Pathetic
“I should use it thoughtfully, you know. But how can I resist this beautiful opportunity.” Before her vampire healing could kick in I dripped some of the liquid on her cut.
She screamed even louder the vervain burned her skin with sizzle. Even muffled her screams were delightful. “You would sound more beautiful with your mouth uncovered. But we don't need to attract attention, don't we?”
To say that stroking vervain-laced knife across her face and neck gave me pleasure would be understanding. Killing her would make me even happier but as the proverb says 'beggars can't be choosers.'
Well not yet anyway.
“You had your fun, hunter,” the voice from behind me spoke and I instinctively grabbed the hilt of my gun while grimacing. Damned witch.
I clenched knife in my hand tighter in annoyance and turned my attention back to the vampire.
“Well, it seems our fun is over. For now, of course.” I spoke and twirled blade across my fingers. “Can you hold it for me until our next meeting? Thanks” without any other thought I stabbed the knife into vampire's thigh. She groaned in pain I smirked but the presence behind me quickly wiped the smile away.
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I turned around and faced the witch while trying to keep my face as blank as I possibly could
While we were both in agreement with a common goal but that doesn't mean that she wouldn't betray me for the sake of her own ambitions. The feeling is mutual.
Ester stared back at me. Half covered with shadows and one hand tightly clutching the wall while other wrapped around her stomach she didn't looked the same as she looked a couple of days ago.
As far as I could remember.
The once youthful face of original which now was sickly pale with dark circles under her eyes. The once plump lips were chapped and twisted into a grimace.
The bruises, cuts and even some gruesome burn marks which littered her body were seen through Ester's ripped clothes.
I could feel some kind of satisfaction seeing her in this condition.
“I heard they killed you” I stated and received a blank look. She pushed herself from the wall and walked towards her son body.
“Thousand years ago, in this place, I made a huge mistake. I destroyed the balance of nature.” she started and hunched over the grayed body. “I was a mother in grief. Trying to protect her children from monsters. No matter its cost,” Esther stroked the dagger which was embedded into the body “And only later I realized the cost.”
I rolled my eyes at hearing her sob story again. I didn't drag the vampires to here just for some story.
“But you know it already,” she quickly, despite her injuries stood up and turned to me. “For a thousand years I planned how to reverse it. How to restore balance.”
Her eyes hardened as she took step towards me. I followed her every move carefully.
“And you think I would let some arrogant mortal child, who didn't belong here, to destroy all of my plans? ” Esther sneered and lifted her chin
“Then why vampires aren't dead?” I scoffed while twisting the knife in the redheads thigh. She grunted in pain. See? Not dead
Esther glowered at me.
“The sisters from The Other side spoke to me about a girl from a different world. They warned me about her knowledge and so-called purpose. And I prepared for this, you see” she started to speak and walked back to the stone stool which was in the corner of the cave.
“But her knowledge is very, how to say, shallow.” the grin took over her face and I twirled bottle of vervain across my fingers.
“This plan was like a test. To know her and know what she can do. ” Esther opened the thick, leather covered book. “Of course. I hoped that it will work out. But you see how that ended. But now. Well, she is only human. Her knowledge will not help her. Not anymore,”
“And the new plan involves these two vampires?” I asked the main question, she just turned the next page.
“You see, I made the ritual so I would live in case they killed me. It came with consequences.” she lifted her eyes for a moment “I am trapped here and I am not at my strongest as you can see. And I can't do this alone,”
“And that's where I came in, ”
She smirked.
“And that's where you came in, indeed.”
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