Chapter L-6

The step I was about to take disappeared the second that sharp ache ran up, from my throat up to my head.. The kind of pressure that held this blinding pain, so strong, it seemed to had left me thoughtless.. Motionless.. With groans of pain, falling down on my knees, and holding my head that felt as if there were blades, millions of them— Hell, I couldn't even open my eyes.. All I knew was that it lasted a few seconds, enough to have me completely breathless, even wondering whether that was the way I would go.. Die.. From a psychotic witch with damn rage issues. But just when I was about to push myself to stand up, the pain suddenly disappeared.. It was a crack I heard in fact, and damn me for ever hoping it was Christian that came upstairs.. Simply hoping he had put Adam down and came to help us out.. However, when I managed to open my eyes, it was his brother I saw, Dimitri, making sure Amelia was alright while the witch laid dead near them, almost headless from how harshly he had snapped her neck.. Which meant.. It meant another group of illusions of witches was down. My people were safe.. Somewhat safe. My throat seemed dry.. I couldn't even find focus on my own vision.. It was my heart that thumped so loudly, my blood that rushed like a river through my ears; that almost had me wondering if I could hear anything else.. But I did.. I heard Amelia calling out my name and noticed her rushing towards me. She was pulling my up by my arm and I managed to find my way back to my feet. Magic was definitely the worst fuckíng way to go. I had hoped that after killing at least one of them witches, my rage would dial down.. But it seemed to boil even harsher inside me. Oh hell, I wanted them all dead. Almost angry that it wasn't I that took that other witch's life, I realized that there was still another one left. "Where's the third one?!" I found my voice, unable to focus my eyes on Amelia, or hear whatever she said to me.. Whatever ways she tried stopping me when I pushed pass her.. My mind seemed a mess from whatever pain spell that bitch used on me, but I was finding a way to concentrate on one thing.. Only one goal.. I was walking out of that old room and heading towards the stairs.. If the last witch wasn't upstairs then— Hell, she was helping Adam. And the only thing that rushed through my head was Christian. Christian's POV He had time.. Time enough to gain his strength. And it was truly hard for me to understand, how that damned bastard managed to hibernate and survive all those years, but there he was, fighting like not even a minute of his damned life was wasted. It was different, this battle we were fighting.. This night.. Completely different from the one when we put the fool down two years ago. It was not one of taming a beast, it was a battle we fought to destroy one. Not one of power, but of vengeance that every single breathing soul in that house was seeking.. But we all had one thing in common. We wanted to see that bastard's doom. Sharp it was, the stake he pushed through my stomach.. And damn, long enough to nearly pin me against that wall. But hell, I was too furious to even feel the pain that pulsed throughout me.. To even feel it throbbing through my stomach, burning harsh enough to—I was pulling it out, that damned stake.. I had put him down, I did.. But the bastard had found his way on his feet quicker than I could. And then I heard footsteps.. Light footsteps that definitely weren't his. My mind seemed to be pulsing almost as damn harshly as the stake I was pulling out of my flesh. Lana. Hell, she was—She was walking down the stairs.. Those curses that escaped my lips had nothing to do with the pain that burned harsher than a hot iron, and everything to do with the fact that I had lost the bastard from my sight, and was hearing a voice.. A voice that was the only thing that kept me going at that point. I threw the bloody wood away from myself, hearing her scream.. "No," It was her voice I heard, her denies, and my mind rushed with all the possibilities of what it could be. The other room— I had to get to the other room. To my feet I somewhat stumbled up, but my speed seemed barely comparable to what it was before.. I had to heal quicker. "Christian!" My name was one sharp screech that had me rushing out the room like never before.. Hell, I could not feel my own damn body at that point. Her voice was echoing in my head and my bones were frozen in horror.. The kind of fear that only the worry for her could cause.. It gripped me, moved me, faster than ever.. "Lana!" She was not listening.. And as I somewhat found my way to the hallway, to the main room, I saw her rushing in the room, falling on her knees, and that very moment, I managed to find my voice, "No, stop, it's a trap!" Fucking hell, it was too late. She was— She was already pass the entrance, in the room.. Kneeling beside a body.. My body. Lifeless and dead. Anger pulsed throughout me with the realization that it was.. It was just a damn illusion, that's what it was.. Just another illusion that witch had created.. And there I was alive, behind Lana, yet she heard me too late to react. The illusion of my dead body disappeared, like a lost signal, the image fading, as well as her sobs.. I had rushed against the large entrance of the room, but stopped by an invisible wall the witch had put up, hitting against it with full weight.. Lana somewhat looked over her shoulder, just to see me, and in that moment, through those teary eyes, I saw what flashed behind those wide eyes.. I saw how she realized it had been a trap.. That room.. They allured her in there and she was now fuckíng trapped. She saw me, well and alive, unable to enter the room from the invisible wall, but she figured it out.. And at the same time, there was a spark of disappointment in her eyes.. She failed to realize it was a trap. And I failed her for not making it on time to stop her. It was too damn late now.. All my fuckíng fault, dammit! I saw a shadow, heard the sharp rushing of the wind.. And Adam's dirty hands wrapped around her arms.. With full speed pulling her on her feet and causing the rush of rage throughout me that not once in my life had I felt before. Her yelp of shock went through me like a strike of lightning, and as he pulled her in front of him, with his damned arms around her, I was seeing black and red in my vision.. Like a damned madman I rushed against the invisible wall yet once more.. The rage inside me boiled hotter than a lava, and it was that moment I swore I would die if it meant breaking that invisible wall. It was as if a part of me was snatched away from me, and I was helpless when it came to saving her.. I was-- hell, I was too fucking late.. But not a single atom of my body seemed to be accepting that. "Let her go!" To say that growls escaped me would be a lie, because hell, I was roaring at the bastard.. My hands, my fists were a bloody pulp from banging against that barrier, but hell, I didn't stop. "Dammit!"