*Hi guys! I'm back! Thankyou all for being so patient and understanding, and for your lovely comments! Speaking of, I have been thinking about what thebeautifulbicky asked, and I think it is a great idea, so the next chapter will be made up of a flashback or two from Aldora's POV. Thankyou all for the feedback! Here is the long awaited chapter 10!
The fighting was brutal. Arthur watched his men leap into the fray with pride, and hastened to join them. On all sides, there was the sound of tearing metal, and several swords splintered or melted. His own sword was one of the few that stayed intact.
There was no time to think, as he was thrown into battle mode. Nothing mattered but the enemy in front, and the sword writhing in his hands. Flashes of light flew past him, and the small part of his mind not focussed on the battle realised that they must have been of Aldora's creation. But there were no more coherent thoughts, because his world had blurred into a whirl of thrusts, blocks, parries and lunges. The enemy had no weapons themselves, except for their crushing hands and bared teeth. He dodged as many blows as he could, but they were so fast! He ducked out of the way of a pair of snapping jaws, only to be thrown backwards, hitting the castle wall with an incredible force. He struggled back up, and pushed his way back into the fray, slashing and cutting.
A vampire started towards him, and he instinctively thrust forwards with his sword. The creature began to laugh as the sword came towards it, but the look on its face changed to one of panic and pain when the sword drove home. It had not even tried to dodge his blow. It doubled over as the sword cut through its torso, but staggered upright again as he withdrew the weapon. It stared at the wound in its chest for a moment, bemused. Then it looked up, and threw itself onto him in a blind rage. Arthur worked efficiently, hacking and chopping until the creature crumpled to the ground, hissing madly.
Merlin watched in horror as the fight unfolded. He shot spells at the vampires as often as he could, hoping that the knights would be too engrossed in fighting to notice. Arthur was thrown backwards almost immediately, but he staggered back into the fray, his sword slashing. The other knights weren't so lucky. He watched as a young man swung his sword towards a dark haired female vampire. The sword made no impact on her flesh, and, with an eerie screeching sound, it disintegrated. The knight froze in shock, just long enough for the woman to clasp one hand around each side of his face, as if she were about to kiss him. Then she jerked her hands sharply, and a sickening crack reverberated around the courtyard. The young knight slid to the ground, unmoving. The vampires had claimed their first victim.
Aldora flung her hands out in the direction of the killer. A shard of crimson light flew from her palms, and speared her, slicing open her flesh far more effectively than the dead man's sword. The woman howled and leaped towards her, throwing knights aside. Aldora met her challenge with a growl, laced with anticipation. She was sick and tired of being careful all the time. She craved the fight. Vengeance for her family.
*Sorry it's so short, I wanted to update ASAP and with my new ideas there wasn't a better place to cut it without rewriting the whole thing :-S*