Chapter 6 Fury like Fire.
Silas recovered quickly, his fiery eyes alight with fury; his long brown hair tattered and knotted as he lifted my mother from the ground by her throat.
She chocked on her own breath; eyes wide as she tried to pry his hand off her. I rushed forest, trying with all my might to pull him away, or at least knock him off balance.
I couldn’t hear anything over the sound of my own screams, one of the other vampires pulling me away from Silas as I heard myself beg for her life.
She told me never to beg, but I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t lose her.
“Please!” I cried, fighting back against the vampire as he pinned me to the wall just beside them, making me watch.
The growled in my mother's face. “You should have just let us take her.”
His face is only inches from hers, her face purple and her eyes bulging.
“Never.” She croaks.
Her eyes meet mine, and she tried to smile, tries to reassure me.
But my heart shatters, Silas twists her neck, snapping her spine at the same time as killing her, sinking his fangs into her wrist.
My eyes widen and my breath shudders, Of course, he won’t waste her blood.
A witch's blood makes vampires stronger. Faster.
It was like a drug to them.
An essence of a witch was much stronger than the brute strength a vampire possessed; it will give him abilities he wouldn’t otherwise have.
If he was lucky, it would give him the chance to stand in the sun for a few hours.
I screamed, the vampire realising me as I dropped to my knees, the cold winter air chilling me, making it difficult to breathe, oxygen wouldn’t come to me, not matter how hard I gasped for it.
I could do nothing but tremble on the floor; I was a failure. I couldn’t save her.
I should have listened, I should have run, maybe then she would still be alive. I could have taken her with me, we could have gotten to the border, we could have finally had a life worth living.
But I didn’t, I was too petrified to move, my mind betrayed my heart, it talked me into disobeying my mother.
And now, she was dead. I was all alone anyway.
I dropped my head into my hands and cried, I cried more than I had ever done in my entire life.
It was all my fault; I may as well have killed her myself.
I screamed into the night, wailing as loud as I could as the earth rumbled beneath me, as though it felt the pain tearing through my chest.
I couldn’t control what happened next, the power we had spent so long trying to hide from them broke loose, my eyes morphing from brown to violet as I turned to look up at the creatures.
The ones responsible for so much suffering, so much pain.
They deserved to die, all of them deserved to die.
They were closing in around me, surrounding me on all sides; I was next.
They would kill me now that I was the last one left.
I was the last of my bloodline.
They had done it, erased us from existence so easily, without even a second thought.
Suddenly, I stood; knowing what needed to be done. It was as though my entire form had morphed into something better, something stronger.
The power I wasn’t allowed to show had made itself known, it was pulsing through me, giving me exactly what I needed to take them down. Giving me the power to destroy the undead, to make sure that their existence was nothing more than a lie.
No one would remember those who stood around me, no one would care should they perish, and they would perish.
I was going to destroy them like they destroyed me.
I felt it, I felt furious, angrier than I had ever been in my entire life. It consumed me.
Screams echoed through the small estate of houses as the vampires dropped to their knees, their skin burning and pealing away from their bodies.
It was like a knife going through butter, and I loved it, it was refreshing to watch them die.
One by one, they fell onto their stomachs on the grass, scorching the ground with their molten skin.
I hid my smile as the first one died, I felt it within me, it was like a song, the rhythm of their screams soothing me, making me want to do it more.
Their deaths were giving me strength, their lives were pouring into my own, their essence now belonging to me.
Yes, there would be consequences to this, but I was already dead without my family, I had needed them. I had wanted them.
I didn’t want to go on with them.
But these creatures had taken them away from me, they took everything, they had ripped my family apart and burnt the pieces, and now; I would burn them.
Fire. That is what kills a vampire, that is what rids the world of their kind.
But not just any fire, it was the fire that came from the sun that killed them, the fire that I could conjure throughout my entire form.
Silas was the only one left standing, I couldn’t hurt him with this power, not whilst he had my mother’s blood within him.
That was the only issue, now I was all alone with an angry vampire prince, his subjects around him all dead, or dying; and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He couldn’t save them; it was already too late.
Maybe now, he would understand how I felt only moments ago. How I felt when they killed my father.
“Interesting.” He smiled, closing the gap between us as he spoke. “So, my informant was right. You indeed have a special gift.”
I gape up at him, not understanding his attitude, why wasn’t he screaming at me and cursing my existence?
Why wasn’t he trying to kill me?
I stood, taking a step back as my power slipped back down somewhere deep inside me, leaving me tired and all alone. Powerless once more.
Fear had replaced rage.
Sadness had replaced the need for revenge.
And now, everything felt hollow. I felt empty, like all the fight had been drained from me.