What belongs to me

What belongs to me
He obeyed.
He didn’t take another step back. Still, she pushed the knife deeper.
Chase doubled over, grabbing the part the knife was buried in. Nobody rushed to his side. Nobody provided any help to him. They stood there, some even laughing. They watched how he fell to his knees in pain.
Dali had picked up a thing or two from living with the healers for so long, so she knew just where to stab to cause the most pain. And she did.
Even though he was going to heal from it, the pain was something she needed him to feel.
“Next time you make such stupid abrupt decisions to see Kiara or to challenge me, remember your place.”
He lifted his bloodshot eyes, staring at her as he gripped the knife.
“On your knees.” She turned away from him but didn’t return to the clinic. Instead, she walked to her hut.
With Dali gone, everyone dispersed. None of them offered to save Chase. They all watched, some laughed loudly, mocking him, making ridicule of him before they turned away from him.
Marisol didn’t make a move either. She walked away from him.
Chase shook his head. He grabbed the handle of the knife and then pulled it out of him.
“Fuck!” he spat out, his blood dripping to the grass beneath him. He placed his hand on the opening to prevent the blood from rushing out, but there was nothing he could do other than wait for his healing to start.
He waited for almost twenty minutes, and that was when he finally felt his tissues sewing back together. This was such a strange time for him because normally, his healing process was faster than that. But for some reason, it was too slow.
However, in those twenty minutes, loneliness had never haunted him as much as it did.
To his left, his right, his front or his back, there was nobody standing by him. One way or another, he had used his hands to ruin everything he ever had.
His parents died because they were terrible people, and unfortunately, his mage was pulled into the mess. Then Dali—he had treated her badly, made her betray the people that actually loved her. Then Zeran. Oh, there was also, for a moment, Kiara.
They were never close. She was daring; she never shied away from speaking what lay in her heart. If she saw red, she called it red. If it was blue, then it was blue. She never sugarcoated anything, never even tried to hide anything.
She was an honest person.
And she gave very unsolicited advice.
So yeah, for a brief moment, him and Kiara had a simple friendship. One where she never hesitated to scold him for how he treated Dali.
However, he had killed her.
He had no clue how everything happened, but what he did remember vividly was sinking his claws into her. And when he saw that it was Kiara, he pulled his hand back, he held her.
He never wanted to hurt her.
He never meant to hurt her.
He had wanted to say this to her—that even though he hurt everyone else on purpose, he never meant her. Wasn’t that something?
Didn’t it mean he wasn’t the monster they thought he was?
He actually regretted killing her. If anything was strong enough to take him back in time, it was the instant regret of what he had done.
But then again, he couldn’t go back in time. And he had ruined things for himself. The friendship he could have had with her was gone.
“Dinner has been served.” Damon made his way over.
Chase nodded his head. He dropped his gaze and saw the opening had closed, and he was back to normal.
He rose to his feet. “Thank you,” Chase said to him. Damon turned around and left.
Leaving Chase there alone.
In the dark night, the moon high up, and the only thing one could hear was the deep silence and the chirping of insects. The night was cold, the stars dazzling in the sky and the moon shining brightly.
All the doors were closed, the windows too. There was a perfect stillness.
In this night, over twenty vampires dropped from the sky. They had their eyes wide open in shock as they touched the ground. One could tell from their expressions alone that the last thing they expected was to come across land.
Out of the twenty vampires, ten of them had amethyst eyes and the rest had basic golden eyes. The ones with amethyst eyes stood in front like leaders. They walked forward, in silence.
Meanwhile, Dali, in her room, had felt the shift in the illusion she created. That alone was the alarm. And such alert woke Kiara up from her sleep. They were now connected, sire and childe.
Dali rose to her feet, the silence in the air tempting her to lay back down, but what she had felt was far from something she could ignore. She walked to her window, and from it she peeped into the darkness.
Twenty vampires, frolicking the village.
She had not the faintest clue where they came from. She watched from her window how they walked with silent footsteps in the cold night. They looked around, went with the breeze without making a noise.
Dali knew better than to think she could take them all at once. However, she wasn’t willing to have anyone come out and fight with her, knowing that these vampires could actually kill them.
She had seen the color of their eyes—some were golden, and the others were amethyst. She had an extensive knowledge of vampires and could tell which was more powerful than the other.
And it was the ones with the amethyst eyes.
She didn’t wait around any longer. She opened her door and dashed out. Flames bursting from her hands, shot right at the monsters.
Their attention shifted to her immediately. The first vampire that got touched by the flame immediately burnt to ashes. It happened so fast and abruptly, the other vampires never saw it coming.
They turned to Dali, a frown on their faces.
Dali stood, with a flame dancing in the middle of her palm, her eyes fixed on the vampires.
“Let me ask you, what are you doing here?” she asked. “Do you not know that this land belongs to the healers?”
The faces of the vampires present changed that moment. They glared at Dali. Shock and anger showing on their faces.
“What?” she asked. “You want to try killing me?” she asked.
Dali was stingy with her time. Instead of waiting for a response from the vampires, she lunged at them with the flame sitting in her palm. The release brought with it a heavy flame.
However, they knew better and quickly rushed out of the way.
Dali stood there, sweat clinging to her forehead. “Tell me, why are you here?”
One of the vampires, the one whose eyes were the color of lavender, stepped forward. He smiled at her. “We got lost looking for the vampires we sent after the Alpha of the Rakmoon Pack. We come in peace. If he is here, hand him over.”
Dali scoffed. “Why should I hand to you what belongs to me?”