Chapter LI-2

"Wrong." There was even humor in Adam's voice, amusement, and when he reached out in his pocket and took out the silver jewel, I finally understood the meaning behind Alexander's presence previously that night. He brought Adam the necklace, thinking it would save him. And it did the opposite. It killed him. "Try again. This time, by doing your little voodoo and breaking the damned spell." The spell that would free him from the house. Only Amelia could do that, since it was her that locked him in there, and also put him in his magic slumber for two years.. It was all up to her, and she had two choices. To free him or to have him kill me for not doing it. And I almost screamed for her to chose the second option because hell, my life would have had no meaning if I would leave the monster that ruined my family roam around free.. "Fucking coward!" Christian however interrupted, having completely different ideas on how to end the duel. "Tell your damned witch to put this fucking wall down and come fight me if you dare!" It was no shouts but threatening growls that froze my bones.. Promises and dares he said that froze my bones.. But when the last living witch of the three sisters appeared behind them, my life flashed before my eyes.. My lips parted to scream, yell, give him at least some kind of sign, but it was all for nothing.. Her hand rose and she muttered words that had Christian fall down to the ground.. Amelia and Dimitri too.. Calliope fell to the ground as well and that was the moment I realized she had appeared, probably not so pong ago because she was put down quickly, before she could do something to stop the witch, or at least put the wall down with some spell.. And I— I had no clue what had happened.. What kind of a spell the witch did to them, because I was snatching away from Adam that very moment with the kind of force that had me rushing in that direction with a yelp in my throat, a desperate scream escaping my lips. "No! What are you doing?!" I was running towards the invisible barrier, not even aware of my own moves, trying to hear a living heartbeat but only hearing the witch's. My hands banged so harshly against the invisible wall it burned my palms. "Christian!" And my mind had gone blank, buzzing in silence.. No, it was not possible.. A spell— whatever spell it was, could not put them down so easily.. They— they were fine, they had to be fine. And I had to be imagining, because that was not the way the plan was supposed to go down.. No, it wasn't real. It couldn't be.. But my fists banged into nothing, against the magic barrier, and they didn't wake up.. Still no heartbeats to be heard. Something in my stomach turned.. Nauseously boiling in a way that had me grind my teeth in fury, the kind that was caused from fear and denial.. It was supposed to be me.. If someone was put down, it was supposed to be no one other than me.. Hell, it was all emotions at once that flooded me, so harshly that my head span, so quickly that I almost threw up.. I was overwhelmed, lost for a second, with rage and horror, completely disoriented.. My mind was in denial and tried convincing me that it was all just a game, that they were fine, but my heart sank in pain, and it took me every bit of strength I had left in my body to keep me from falling to my knees.. To have me turn around and face Adam.. Look back at the amused blue eyes and the darkness that was openly presented behind them.. He was satisfied with his deeds, amused from what he had done and what immediate consequences it had on me. He saw the pain in my eyes and fed from it. And yet I was aware that that pain was turning into fury.. That denial and loss of senses disappearing from the sudden need to stain my hands with his blood.. To have him fall dead at my feet. No, nothing could stop me at that point.. I was rushing towards him with speed of the wind, the kind that could not be stopped even if the world was ending.. Because mine already had. There were no tears left in my body nor did I need any, because my weakness was triggered to the point of numbness, and if I allowed even a second of to truly reach me, I feared that my heart would simply stop. My body seemed to had been mastered by some different force, as for it was no longer myself that could control my own actions.. In some consciousness I did rise my hand when I reached him, but my strength had gone so low from the shock that still buzzed through me like a lightning, that my wrist was caught midway and instead I was yanked so harshly against the wall, I lost balance and would've fallen to the ground if it wasn't for Adam's tight grip against my shoulders. I couldn't seem to be able to register anything other than the heat in my body that was boiling to the point of numbness and unawareness of my own moves.. I said some things even, yelled them or cried them, but it was all agony and torture even though it was only fury I could feel flowing throughout my body.. A part of me had no strength to feel the tightness of his grip, the way he held me motionless, or the pain my own struggling caused.. I didn't even hear my own voice because such pressure had risen in my head and up my throat that had left me deaf and mute.. Until I heard a sharp demand from the witch somewhere behind Adam and realized I was after the wrong person.. It was the witch that— that did it.. That did that to him. To them. "Don't play too much! Kill her now, Adam, or I will kill both of you!" It was my own roar that left my throat when I heard those words, but as I tried pushing Adam away to get to the witch, I simply saw how he allowed his fangs to appear as he leaned close enough to have my vision blurry, threatening without words. "I believe death will be too quick for you." He said to me, whispered to my ear with such calmness that left me even more frustrated, completely lost with the need to end him right in that moment.