Author/Banshee Queen: "I really enjoyed writing up this chapter, mainly because in my eyes I saw Verona as Aleera's mentor, elder, sister, her pillar of strength. Those two in my opinion look as if they have a strong bond. I think that's sweet."
Disclaimer: "I feel like I'm repeating myself here."
Chapter 3: A Second Sister Lost
Revenge indeed would be sweet.
Verona and I swooped down upon Van Helsing, knocking him backwards off the carriage, leaving him stranded between the two horse harnesses while the beasts thundered along at a powerful pace.
Anger festered in our hearts, our eyes luminescent with rage and revenge. Our claws were sharp, our fangs were bared, we were ready.
We wanted revenge, revenge for the death of our sister Marishka, revenge for the countless deaths of our beautiful children, revenge for Van Helsing keeping from us the 'key to life' to resurrect our born-dead children, and revenge for in no way being able to dispose of the relentless Gypsy Princess.
The carriage and horses kept along the path, unaware that up ahead the bridge had been taken out.
They sailed through the air…
Horses landing safely…
The carriage detaching and falling down the cliffside.
A gasp escaped our throats as Verona and I soared down towards the falling carriage.
Verona reached the carriage first, her grip like iron stabilizing it. I spun round one of its wheels, realizing I would not have a chance.
"Save him! Save the monster!"
Little did I know they would be my last words to my beloved sister…
I watched from up above as she recoiled and immediately flew upwards from the carriage, a frown crossed my face. The carriage reached the ground…
And exploded into a thousand pieces, stakes and holy water shooting out into all directions…
Verona wailed…
"No……"
Her last desperate cry as I saw in horror her punctured form fall slowly away from me and fade into the fire below, turning to ash.
My sister was gone…
And I suddenly felt a pang of remorse. Had I helped her, she would not have died so.
A feeling of duty sprang into mind. On the outside I was burning with hate, revenge and anger, but on the inside I was dying with grief and woe.
Anna Valerious and that Holy Warrior from Rome would pay…
…they would die.
The Gypsy Princess backed away from Van Helsing, moving behind a tree, anger painted my face. I backhanded the Valerious heir, cackling joyfully as I soared away with her clutched in my talons, a prize to be given to my Master.
I cared not for her feelings of loss, the loss of her brother who had been converted to a werewolf by my Master. I had lost two sisters, Marishka and Verona. Two sisters meant double the revenge.
Author/Banshee Queen: "Chapter 4 is a bridge to get to chapter 5! Can you see the logic? Lol."