"..keschede sede ni canun keschede," Words I could not understand but spoken in almost a choir, lyrically said as the a group of women approached. A group. Almost filling the whole horizon around our front gates. "...keschede senu ni canun.." They continued and my heart was no longer beating. It was the witches, accompanied by dozens of the same kind on their side. Lining in front of our gates and speaking as one. "Christ," I was not breathing. I- My mind.. It was blank. Clear. Lost. I stared in disbelief and silence.. And didn't even notice that my mother had stopped beside me on the porch and stared with the same fear as everyone else.. But something.. Hell, something was off. Everything was, just.. It didn't make any sense. My father and I saw three shadows and by the time we walked out, there were dozens of witches with the trio in front of them. The witches that swore they would make the lives of their enemies a nightmare. The witches that came from the dead, joined by so many others.. That came out of nowhere. And then it came to me. It all clicked in one second. It's an illusion, my mind screamed. It's not real. No, none of the witches were. We would've seen them coming, but- They used the same trick as they did on me witch sleepwalking. Just an illusion. "No," I whispered, "No!" I shouted, trying to take a step, but was pulled back by my mother. But no one even flinched. They all stared at the witches that said their dark magic word by word, only obeying to my father's commands. We were a bigger number, but if one stepped out of the gates, everyone would.. And it would mean a step into a simple slaughter. A meaningless sacrifice for those sick devil women. I opened my mouth to scream for them to stop once more, but I was too late. The silence was filled with a simple word. An order from my father. Loud and clear. A command for an attack. And everything in my head went silent. Everything except for the sudden rushes, shouts, and yells as they.. They exited the gate. And went running into their doom. ~ Christian's POV It seemed like I was no longer myself and watched a madman chase his own shadow. It seemed like I watched myself with this lost mind of mine, running to save the very woman that meant my weakness and strength.. Strength that I had only near her. Weakness I had everywhere but near her.. It was those witches that wanted vengeance, over my father, my family, yet it was my love that had to suffer. It was them that came to my lake house to tell me it would be the end that night.. To tell me they would destroy me by hurting her. My Lana. There was only one thought that seemed to cross my mind. I have to make it. I have to make it before them. I have to save her. Save her even if it's the last damn thing I do. And there was nothing that would stop me. The air no longer reached my lungs and the darkness seemed to had filled every inch of my soul within seconds. My mind rushed with scenarios that made me want to kill everything that stepped before me, and if someone dared to stop me, I would've ripped their hearts out of their chests in a blink. I had Dimitri in the car behind me.. Amelia perhaps or someone else as well.. I had no time to check as for a I left before all of them and found myself reaching the gates of the house with what seemed quickly, but not quick enough.. The gates.. They were surrounded. Surrounded by dozens of witches. And the second I stopped the car, there were no force that could've stopped me from rushing out.. No force that could stop me from running in there and finding her. Hell, I was ready to slaughter them all to get to her. "Christian! Stop!" I heard my brother's voice and soon he dared to stop me by rushing in front of me. "Get out of my way." I tried pushing him aside, but was soon almost circled by Amelia and Calliope as well.. Luke was there too. They all came and damn me but I would've rather had them somewhere passed out than have to worry about their safety as well. "It's,-" I glanced at Amelia that stared at the backs of the witches that were lined around the gates, saying words in their witch latin that made no damn sense nor effected anything.. "It's not real. Stop." She spoke as if I could move with them all circling me like they were taming a damn beast.. And hell, I was losing all the patience and tolerance for all those that stood in my way. I pushed my brother aside, but Luke was now on my sleeve and I had this shaking need to slap him off. It was not them I had the time to deal with. "How the hell is this not real?!" I pushed my way another steps, hearing Amelia's voice once more. "It's an illusion," She yelled, but it was Calliope that stopped before me. "The house is surrounded by basil." To that statement, Calliope turned to look, but I could not understand why that would stop me from going after Lana. Basil was toxic for me if I consumed it, and damn me if I didn't stuff them witches with it when all of it was over. "God," Calliope exhaled and I turned to see Amelia being stopped by Dimitri when she tried approaching. She looked at me in shock and some kind of pity that left me speechless for a few seconds.