this is surprising even for me and I hope you like it and that it doesn´t sound silly! :D
Chapter 8! Dedicated to Zoey, I hope this chapter is gonna clear some unanswered questions about what happened during the bomb and who is where because I know it is kind of messy so let´s see how it goes, I´m excited myself :D. The whole Vienna was on their foot, the Congressman Renard´s castle was hit, a terrorist? Is it that bad? Roads closed, police forces running with their guns and vests. Pointless, the car has already been gone, Markus dead, at least he found his peace and now his family could live from money that was promised to him.
I hope you enjoy! It is the first time since I got a new like on tumblr! Yeeepeee thank you!
edit: this turned out to be even weirder than I had planned :D
The question that bothered most of Wessesn was.. what happened to them? Who was alive? Who breathed their last breath? Of course lots of families, lots their fathers, brothers, sisters and mothers, sons and daughters but this is not a chapter about them, let them rest in peace.
Kelly, mother that was just recently found, a woman that wanted to connect with her son so badly but it was a bit too late was lying on the ground, cold and without any sign of life, her son Nick, the one that many praised as the new Savior was standing over her, tears rolling down his cheeks. It was time to run, Nick and he knew that, his mother broken in two by the heavy doors. The doors that helped Nick escape killed his mother. What was there to do? Either he could weep or he could run and save his life, she has died millions of times and this seemed like the last one. He felt like a boy again, like a boy that lost his parents in the car accident, like a boy that was sitting in the police station, listening to blurry words of the captain "your parents are dead" dead? How can someone be there one minute and the second…. He is gone. Is it even physically possible? Nick was wondering the streets for a while, lucky for him, having such curious friends. It didn´t take him long when he found Rosalee. She understood, they understood, Kelly was dead, the woman that lost everything but never gave up fighting. "I´m sorry Nick"
"Yeah, me too" he rested his head on her shoulder.
Monroe was watching from behind. What do you say in such situations? Nothing can ease the pain, nothing can make it go away but they were at war, even they could see it. There was no time for comfort talks.
Markus didn´t die just for money, for making his life more meaningful, his death made its purpose. As the King was walking to his room, a stranger appeared from the dark. "What…"
He checked the door near which Markus was standing. His thoughts running towards his wife, is she in there? "No" and he did it, he pressed the button, last prayer before dying, last thought of this world, he believed he would be born again, stronger and better, if he could run away from this life, he didn´t care about the others. The King was now dead, dead was his crown, dead were his ambitious plans for Machiavelli world. His wife followed, at least she died in peace, not knowing what was coming, she heard voices behind the door and as she was opening the door a little glance at her husband. Did they forgive each other? For breaking their promises, for making each other´s lives miserable? Did they think of their children born dead and their only son being alive, would he be dead soon too?
The walls of the castle were crumbling down as if made of paper, when the wall was falling down, it was Sean who noticed it first, who took the action. He grabbed Adalind, "don´t leave me here" she begged. They both knew what to do, their Hexenbiest powers gave them a great advantage, both were physically more powerful than normal human beings, both could be faster and with Adalind´s child, they were even stronger. Sean´s hand in hers, they were running, leaving the old behind them, the castle was down, the war was beginning. Adalind´s hand on her belly, maybe an instinct of a mother, pointless but yet she did so, perhaps a hopeless attempt to save her child, perhaps she underestimated her feelings, ambitious just like her mother was. Was it her child that gave her speed and strength to run, to fight, to avoid falling walls and glass? Was it the instinct as poor as love for someone inside her? They were fast enough. Sean and Adalind, her knight, surely what else would she expect, he was Sean. He was the good guy, most of the time, he played with her heart several times, knowing how much she loved him but she could forgive him now, now when he was standing in front of her. Adalind looked into his eyes, a feeling of gratitude, guilt and closeness, what a situation! She did it, a kiss for him, she wished the child was his, in that moment it was Adalind, the girl who once dreamt of love and children, it wasn´t the ambitious witch that wanted to rule the world.
About ruling the world… where was Eric? That was the question, going back inside the castle was impossible, what once was a magnificent historical heritage was now nothing more than ruins. If he was alive, he would come to them, they would find him, if he wasn´t then he was buried in the ruins.
"I have to find Eric" Sean decided that after all he may be the good brother.
"Eric is dead, Sean" Wasn´t that idea of Eric being alive just absurd? Maybe Adalind wished him to be dead more than anything, she has imagined the life of a perfect happy family with Sean and her child but also she knew that wasn´t possible, they were meant for something more, something better. The crown, her child if only it was a girl, would secure her power. For centuries there hasn´t been a born Princess, Wessen and especially Royals believed in Fayrie´s legend
Fayrie was an elf, she was born with the powers of a witch, a beauty of a fay and a strength of Artemis. She was the goddess of the world, it was believed that she could embody the most powerful women of the world from the early centuries of the world, Sybil, Queen of Jerusalem, Elizabeth, Queen of England, all were believed to be her pawns, men were afraid of her, she was known for her cruelty towards men, she had no mercy towards traitors, you loved her or you hated her. She could see the future, she could see the past, her eyes blue as the sea, could see through your soul, you could never run from her, she could cast spells on you, she could wake up dead and she could kill the strongest of man with the blink of an eye but soon enough her daughters and granddaughters had sons, only and only boys were born in the family of Royals, all her children and grandchildren married into 7 most powerful houses in the World. Austria, Spain, Italy, China, Japan, Russia and Namibia had their royals now but no girl born in centuries. If the child was born to be a girl, she would need to be killed, either when she would reach a certain age, she would be the most powerful creature in the world of Wessen and there would be no one would be able to take the power from her, there was no key needed, Grimm would have to kneel before her, he would have to hunt for her, kill for her and if not, she would make sure that he would do so. At some point it was Grimm´s job to protect her from the world. Fayrie was not immortal but killing her would take a lot, she would have to give herself up and no elf would ever do so if she had the chance.
(few days later)
"You are going to be save here"
"In the fucking monastery!"
"Don´t curse here" Sean looked down at her "it is the only way"
"In Italy, Sean, in Italy? Take me to Portland, I can´t trust Italians, you want to put my child in danger? For what? Because some morn told you that the Spanish king found out we are alive? Where the fuck is Eric? Where the hell is he, hm? Did he run away? Why didn't he take me with him?"
That was after all a good question
"I don´t know where is Eric, if he was to run somewhere it would be Rome, he could not trust no one else than Rodrigo, the only person as close as someone as a friend, they like to torture people the same way."
Meanwhile in Vienna
"Shall we kill him?"
"No, not for now, the bird will soon speak. Cut off his finger and send it to Rome" the man with a great black beard names Octavio, brutal, ruthless, not exactly someone you would love to be captured by was standing next to his prisoner, Eric Renard, shaking his hand, trying desperately not to scream but the pain was unbearable, broken ribs didn't give him the option of screaming too much because as he did, they let him know, they were broken, his body covered in blood, he was repaired only to be broken again, one day he had bandages over his cuts and when they started to heal, they were cut open again, for weeks. They made Eric Renard cry and they wanted to make him cry even more.
"Tomorrow our King will go to England to break all the alliances that Renards have with the nobles" it was one of the men who ordered Markus to kill the King, they were looking for soldiers, first to attack France and make them join their sides and then Italy.
