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Chapter 5
"I will never submit," The male vampire snarled. "I would rather die than live out my days subservient to your rule."
A cruel smirk graced Aro's lips. "Alright," He agreed coldly. "Then die, you shall."
Demetri stalked forward, his stride measured and raptorial. The female vampire's eyes widened, filling with recognition and horror. He was the harbinger of death – he had brought the Volturi to their doorstep, and he was about to claim her beloved's life.
"恒盛! 你不要这样！" The female vampire cried out to her mate in Mandarin. She was hysterical, her hands tearing at his forearms, begging him to submit. "如果你死了，我该怎么办？丽婷怎么办？"
Clearly, all three were Chinese, and two of them mates. The last vampire was merely a girl, only a year or two younger than her. Right now, she looked like she was about the shit her pants.
When her mate continued staring ahead, his jaw locked with a fiery defiance, the female fell to her knees, desperately grasping at Demetri's charcoal boots. "He does not know what he is saying," She implored the Death God. "Please, spare him. We will join you."
Aro shook his head mock sadly. "We have shared a six-century-old alliance, but yet your coven has blatantly refused the Volturi's recent call for help. Your defiance mocks us. How can we remain sitting ducks in the face of such insolence?"
"Please," Her shrill was hysterical. "Please! We are in the wrong. We will do anything. Anything! Please, give us a second chance – Please!" She grabbed her mate and her friends hands frantically and shook them. "你们求求他们吧！快点！快求求他们！"
Her mate's reply was that of grim acceptance. "我死都不要。" Facing Aro once more, he spat at his feet before speaking, his voice brazen. "I have bowed to the Volturi for hundreds of years. I have done unspeakable things just to find favour in your eyes. But today, I will bow no longer."
"Then today shall be your last."
The lights in the shophouse flickered as tendrils of electricity cascaded out from the lamps, coursing into and through the veins of the Chinese male's forearm, effectively turning him into a perilous live wire. Jane attempted to incapacitate him, but the he was quicker, and Bella watched, mesmerized as a torrent of electrons brought the usually invincible vampire to her knees.
The Chinese male threw himself at Demetri, grabbing on to his suit's collar. Demetri reanimated in a nanosecond, flinging him backwards with the swipe of his forearm. The vampire attacked again, but this time, Demetri straightened out his suit with both hands, before catching his poorly-executed uppercut like a professional fielder and pitching him against the wall. Cracks materialized in the wall, lath and plaster crumbling inwards.
Demetri cocked his head to the side as if to say: Come at me.
Bella fought the urge to roll her eyes. There was no doubt that the millennial slang, 'step', thoroughly described Demetri.
The vampire's eyes drifted to Demetri's sigil, and thinking better of it, he backed away instead, hands raised with the intention to cripple him.
The Guards turned to look at Bella accusingly, as if saying Hello? Bella?
"Oh right," Bella realized. That was her delayed cue to act. "I forgot."
She expanded her shield instantly, protecting Demetri and putting Jane out of her misery. Pity she hadn't let Jane suffer longer.
Jane glared at her before attacking him again, causing the male vampire's shoulders to shiver with unadulterated pain. Felix had hurled himself at him, and –
The female vampire pushed her mate aside, effectively blocking him from Felix's incoming assault.
Felix decapitated her with icy efficiency. Her head rolled, leaking pitch black venom which seeped into the floorboards, bleaching its pale lemony hue to paper white.
This was a classic game of thrones execution scene, but in real life.
The girl screamed. Bella gasped.
Other members of the Guard turned to stare at her, before giving each other the 'definitely a newbie' look. Grisly beheadings were probably just part and parcel of the their daily lives, explaining their thorough desensitivity to such displays.
The male vampire directed his final words to his younger female counterpart. He spoke with gritted teeth, his words quartered by immense agony.
"你…要…好好…活着。我…爱你。"
Demetri was already hovering above him like a vulture, hands wrapped around his throat, but out of respect, he stilled, waiting for the vampire to utter his final words.
And then, with a single, effortless stroke, he snapped his neck.
The girl's screams intensified, and her body rattled like a leaf amid a thunderstorm.
"Calm down, my dear child," Chelsea whispered, and the girl's screams gave way to pitiful sobs. She pulled her knees in to her chest, wrapping her arms around them, her shoulders vibrating furiously with every heaved up sob. Vampires could not cry, but if it hurt enough, they could sob tearlessly for hours. Bella knew this best. She reminded Bella of herself – on the day she had lost everyone and everything to Victoria's wrath.
"This is her," Aro nodded. "The sixteen-year-old newborn of Brian's coven. She has an intriguing gift as well. She can transfer memories from one person to another."
Alec looked impressed. "You kept tabs on them?"
"I keep tabs on everyone, my dear Alec. Or at least, Demetri does - in my stead."
Aro paused, taking in the aftermath of the slaughter, before releasing a weighty sigh, "It is a pity that we have lost such a precious ally. I was torn in the face of his defiance, but punishment must always be meted out, regardless of the cost."
"And what of the girl?" Felix questioned.
"She poses no threat," Demetri affirmed. "I propose we bring her back. Alive. She will be of use to you."
Aro laughed gleefully. "I concur with that entirely. Renata, do escort our guest out. Afton, burn the bodies. We shall take our leave."
The vampires began flitting out of the dimly lit shophouse one-by-one, seemingly evaporating into thin air as their shadows blurred with the darkness. Bella waited until Afton, Renata and Demetri were left in the dinky little living room.
She wanted to speak to the keening girl. She had not killed her friends, but she had facilitated their deaths with her cursed shield. For the first time, Bella resented her shield. She imagined its cloying tentacles coiling itself around her like an invisible octopus.
Perhaps this gift was a curse. Another weapon in Aro's arsenal.
Guilt slithered in her abdomen like a snake.
She started towards the girl but stopped in her tracks when Demetri motioned for them to leave.
"Leave us," He said curtly. "I will clean up this mess."
She began to follow Afton and Renata out, but something held her back at the entrance. Was she really going to leave this girl with the monster that had slain her friend?
Before she could demand otherwise, Demetri approached the girl and knelt down beside her. After a second's hesitation, he placed a firm but comforting hand on her shoulder. The girl stared at him, red eyes brimming with a mixture of surprise, hatred and fear, but she no longer racked with sobs. Bella frowned. Aro said that her gift lay in transferring memories to-and-fro. Was it possible that whatever she had seen in Demetri's mind had calmed her down?
"What is your name?" He asked gently. His voice was sincere; his touch was kind. Perhaps Bella was hallucinating. This was not the Demetri that had ruthlessly exterminated three newborns in the span of an hour.
"T-Tanya," She stuttered, giving her English name. Her teeth chattered as she trembled. The poor girl was scared shitless.
"Tanya," He said gingerly. He took her hand in his, and his lips skimmed her knuckles lightly. "Will you come with me?"
The girl shook her head ardently, her luxuriant black locks falling over her jittery eyes. "Y-You killed him," Her lower lip trembled as she spoke. "You – T-They k-killed my only family."
He seemed at a loss of what to do. Clearly, comforting little girls wasn't common in his line of work. He was probably used to killing them before they cried.
Finally, and very tentatively, he lifted a hand to cup her cheek.
"I am sorry that it ended this way," He whispered, almost sadly. "But I promise that I will not let them hurt you. I will protect you. Can you be brave?"
Bella flitted out of the shophouse, leaving them alone. Confusion toyed with her mind.
Could both cruelty and kindness co-exist in the same person? Demetri seemed to embody them both. He was a living oxymoron.
He had let Jane torture Seth, but he had rescued him from execution. He had slain this girl's only family, but he had promised to protect her.
The more she knew Demetri, the more she realized that she hadn't known him at all.
~.~
As the sunlight gradually waned, the city lights began to gleam, casting an unearthly glow on the picturesque mountain city of Volterra. It was breath-taking, and as Bella admired the skyline, she imagined Edward beside her – as he would've been if he had lived; a steady arm around her, a warm smile on his lips. He would tell her that the city was beautiful, but not more than she was.
"No," She whispered, and in her mind, she saw herself. The vampire girl had grotesque blood-red eyes and a ghastly octopus shield which enveloped her like an evil aura.
Initially, she had convinced herself that with every piling body, she was a step closer to Victoria's death; that she would finally be free of the acrimony that clung to her like her shield, seemingly immortalized along with her undying body. But as the death toll climbed, she began to question the vast sacrifices this freedom entailed.
Had she sacrificed her humanity for this?
In her quest to kill a monster, had she become one herself?
"I am a monster."
"Are you?" Demetri's airy question announced his arrival. "If so, then what am I?"
She careened around, her stance primed for attack. He could not track her, and yet here he was, on the least likely place in the compound, the rooftop.
"Did you follow me?" She accused.
He shrugged. "I saw a silhouette scale the moss-covered walls. Tracker instinct led me to you."
"So you followed me?"
"I followed my instinct," He insisted. "It is not every day that a vampire scales our walls."
"Really?" Bella asked incredulously. "It is very easy though."
He looked amused. It was a change from his usual impassivity. "We use staircases, Bella. We are not savages."
Something about the word 'savages' elicited awful memories from the night before. He had certainly been rather savage then.
"Not savages?" Bella reiterated spitefully. "Tell that to the coven that was murdered in cold-blood!"
He fell silent. She had not meant to be cruel. Felix had said he did not enjoy killing, and only did so out of necessity. But why did he seem so unaffected?
Had centuries of killing weathered at his conscience, leaving barely any left?
She shook the thought from her head. She did not want to think about this now. She did not want to think about the bodies of the deceased Chinese vampires. She did not want to think of the upcoming massacre of dozens of newborns that awaited her.
She did not really want to think at all.
They sat in silence for a long time, enjoying the cool breeze that tickled their faces. As the silence dragged on, it became slightly stifling.
"If you insist on being here," Bella suggested. "Can we talk about… happier things?"
Demetri raised an eyebrow. "Not to quibble over semantics, but I believe I was innocently pointing out that we used staircases, until you linked it to murders."
"Not before you mentioned 'savages'!"
They fell back into their same old bickering cycle. Bella shook her head, and tried to think of a new, happier conversation topic. It was rather difficult, seeing how nothing about Demetri seemed happy.
"How was your family like?" She asked at last, dragging her words out cautiously. "Like when you were a human."
His face remained impassive, but she swore that his eyes had darkened considerably. Well, if even his human family was upsetting to him, she should probably give up on steering the conversation to happier topics.
"This 'happier' talk," He deflected, "Includes an interrogation of my past?"
"I literally asked a single question," Bella rolled her eyes. "People do that you know; ask questions – to get to know one another better. And we call it a conversation, not an interrogation."
Demetri seemed to re-consider his answer a few times before he deemed it fit to be spoken aloud.
"My mother passed away whilst birthing me, and my father was a harsh man," He began, bitterness permeating his tone. When Bella nodded in encouragement, he continued. "He was a military governor of the Balkan peninsula, born in the purple because of my grandfather's distinguished military career."
"So... this is the Roman Empire you're referring to?"
"Yes," He agreed, pinning her with wary eyes as he contemplated her spot-on answer. "You are right. But of course you are - given how Felix has kindly dished out my personal life to you on a platter."
Bella bit her lip. Shit. "It was an exceptionally lucky guess," She defended lamely. "I was about to say... Ottoman Empire. Or Spartan Empire. Just was casually guessing an empire, you know... I mean, you look very... um, Roman." When his withering glare intensified, she faltered, brandishing her opened palms mock surrender. "Okay, fine! He told me some stuff, but not much, I promise! They were just passing comments. So please, continue your story."
Demetri raised an eyebrow, unconvinced by her babbled confession. He seemed to prefer keeping the narrative of his human life under lock and key.
What was he so desperate to hide?
Finally, his reasonable side kicked in and he nodded dourly. "Fair enough, I trust Felix's judgement," He stated at length. "I was raised in the acropolis of Athens, a Balkan state of the Eastern Roman Empire. From the moment I could walk, I was subjected to the harshest military training available. And by the age of 14, my swordsmanship was crafted to utter perfection, and I could shoot a bulls-eye from 80 yards away."
Demetri had warned her once that the world was a cruel place. She could finally understand why. This cruel world had not only left him mother-less, but had also robbed him of a happy childhood. She did not want to imagine the misery he'd suffered under the tutelage of his father.
Had a cruel world bred a cruel man?
This explained the origins of his combat prowess, but not the reason for his gladiatorial journey. Bella wondered if she could press him for more answers. He was literally a living, breathing, millennium-old history textbook, and Bella wanted to read all the pages of this book.
She glanced at him, hopeful eyes beseeching him to continue his story, but he had clammed up once again. Sighing, she decided to approach a more light-hearted topic.
"So you were a nobleman," She sieved out after much thought. "I totally knew it."
Deeming this topic safe to broach, he crawled out of his shell cautiously. Raising a fine brow, he asked, "May I ask how?"
"You just look so dapper all the time. I mean – "
A smirk graced his regal features. He was clearly flattered. "You think I look dapper?"
Bella considered her phrasing carefully before she spoke. She did not want to be too upfront with her compliments. "Well, you are quite pleasant to look at – "
Gorgeous. The right word is drop-dead gorgeous.
Demetri's smile was wolfish. "Pleasant? How so?"
Like your entire goddamn face? And body? And everything?
Instead, she kicked the treacherous thoughts from her mind and scowled. "You are totally fishing for compliments."
She shook her head, disappointed at how slow she'd been. After centuries of women falling head over heels in love with him, of course he knew. He was merely trying to goad her into admitting his attractiveness.
She wouldn't be surprised if he were a notorious casanova back in ancient Athens.
As though reading her mind, a languid smile diffused across his handsome features. "Enough of me. Since this is a conversation where people ask questions about each other, it is now my turn to ask one."
"Go on."
He cocked his head to the side. She steered herself for a difficult question.
Amusement danced across his face. This was not a good sign.
"So… Which part of me is the most pleasant to you?"
Bella's jaw dropped. He was one cocky vampire.
"Definitely not your cocky personality," She snapped. "You are most pleasant when you are silent."
His growing amusement was beginning to annoy her. Did he view her as a form of entertainment? Joy. Meet Isabella Swan, agent of the Volturi, full-time shield and part-time jester.
"Pity. I was starting to think we were getting along," He said dismissively.
She simply glared daggers at him, letting him know that they sure as hell weren't getting along.
He looked thoughtful for a moment, a rare smile on his face. Bella wondered what was on his devious mind. She did not have to wonder long, as he turned to her, saying, "Alright, your embarrassment is understandable. You are exempted. I shall ask another question."
"You are too kind." Bella intoned sardonically. "And I believe you have already asked three questions. Wasteful questions I might add."
"I was not aware you were keeping count." He chaffed. "Do your conversations normally follow such a rigid structure? You disallow multiple questions and so-called 'wasteful' questions as well. How unbecoming."
Bella sighed in defeat. There was no depriving Demetri of anything. Even in a petty conversation like this, he seemed adamant on winning.
Demetri took her sigh as a sign to continue. Bella mentally armed herself with a dozen comebacks, anticipating another unreasonable question of his, and thus was thoroughly perplexed when he simply asked -
"Do you think me a monster?"
She blinked. She had certainly not expected that. Did he think himself a monster too?
"Yes," The answer slid out easily. "I do."
He did not look surprised or hurt. In fact, he looked as if he'd expected nothing less.
Leaning forward, he braced his hands against the concrete structure above her, until their noses were centimetres apart.
She could see the miniscule droplets of city light glistening against his flawless, porcelain skin; she was hyper-aware of his heady woody scent that ensnared her senses like blood; and his crimson irises framed by thick, luscious lashes – they stared right into her own, pulling her in like a magnet.
If she were human, her heart would've palpitated madly, and her breaths would've shortened, but she was not.
Thank God she was not.
"Do you hate me?" His voice was slow and clear. His words ghosted across her lips.
Their lips were nearly touching. She almost wanted them to touch.
"No," She whispered. "I do not."
Her answer surprised herself.
He was a monster, but she simply could not hate him.
~.~
At Demetri's prodding, Seth had volunteered to train with her. She had attempted to turn him down multiple times, but the stubborn boy had simply refused, having been charmed by his 'idol' Demetri who'd insisted that 'she needed more motivation'. She had finally agreed to sparring with Santiago whilst shielding Seth from Jane's ire.
Jane was still looking to pay her back for her casual abandonment during the recent confrontation and attacking Seth had seemed like a great way to do so. Thanks to Bella's skill, she hadn't been able to, and this seemed to pain her more than her gift ever could. Santiago on the other hand, no longer underestimated her, making him a much more formidable opponent. Although Bella had lost to Santiago a few times, she'd still managed to ensure that her shield had never left Seth's side. Even with her eyes and thoughts averted from him, it pursued him like a shadow, underscoring the expansive power of her gift.
"Not so talkative these days?" Felix asked her after their dinner.
In the Volturi, Felix was the closest she'd had to a friend, but the evidence of his brutality – the unrepentant way he'd snapped the girl's neck – replayed itself in her mind over and over again like a broken tape recorder, keeping her from viewing him in the same light.
And yet, a small part of her knew that he'd only been following Aro's orders. Just like she'd been when she'd extended her shield to Jane.
Perhaps they were all pawns in Aro's Machiavellian game of chess.
She squirmed at the thought. "Not really," She lied. "Maybe it's the nerves. The battle with Victoria draws closer."
Felix nodded understandingly. "Our allies have all gathered. Seth and Demetri are to set off at dusk tomorrow. The rest of us are to leave shortly after."
"Allies? I thought we killed them for refusing our call?"
"We called upon three of our allies," Felix explained patiently. "And two answered. The French coven and the Egyptian coven. The last one, well – we both witnessed the consequences of their disobedience."
"And they are here? Even as we speak?"
Felix side-eyed her suspiciously. "They reside in the left wing. They arrived an hour ago. Did you not catch a whiff of their foreign scents?"
She had not. She had snuck out of the compound to visit a hospital. She was becoming more adept at doing so as the Guards no longer paid much attention to her after three weeks. Somehow, performing euthanasia on Stage 4 cancer patients felt more justifiable than sucking the life out of a healthy young man with bright future ahead. Arranging lives in a hierarchical order based on their importance completely objectified humans, but its undeniable logicality helped in reigning in her immense guilt.
It had not offset much of that aforementioned guilt that had frequented her the past few days, but it had helped her stay sane.
Packing up her philosophical thoughts - vampirism called for lots of those - she attempted a shaky laugh.
"Not really," She admitted. "I suppose I was pre-occupied."
~.~
The throne room was particularly crowded today. Even Aro and Caius's wives were present, drifting docilely behind their mates like ghosts, indicating that today was a special occasion.
The French coven consisted of two members – a tall, dark-skinned male vampire with black cropped hair, and a snow-white female vampire whose built resembled that of a ballerina's. They stood, shoulder-to-shoulder, staring quietly ahead. Bella guessed that these two were mates.
The Egyptian coven was easier to recognize. They were clad in fashionable modern togas, complete with gladiator-styled sandals. All four members shared similar Middle-Eastern features, and if not for their matching red eyes, they seemed like a happy human family. Their expressions didn't exactly spell happy, though, which was expected, since they'd probably been coerced here out of fear for their lives.
As Bella observed the Egyptian coven further, she began to notice that their male counterparts seemed to be on the look-out for a certain someone.
She never got to find out who though, as Aro had begun speaking. Marcus touched his right hand gently as he spoke.
"Welcome, my dear allies," Aro spread his hands out before the crowd dramatically, his voice beset with delight. "I would like to thank each and every one of you for making your way to Volterra." He paused, before naming them one by one, "Henri and Yvette from the French coven." Both vampires nodded respectfully. "And Amun, Kebi, Benjamin and Tia from the Egyptian coven. We officially welcome you." Both female vampires nodded in bleak acknowledgement, but identical looks of disdain marred the faces of their male counterparts.
"As you have been informed, an army of newborns threaten our very existence even as we commune. You will all be greatly rewarded for fighting alongside the Volturi."
The middle-aged Egyptian vampire – the one sporting a neatly trimmed goatee, spoke up. "We fight not for the Volturi," He stated coldly. "We fight because of Demetri."
"That is outright insolence!" Caius seethed, outraged. "We cannot allow that statement to go unpunished!"
Aro wrung his hands. "It matters not what they claim, Brother Caius. They heeded our call, and that says enough."
In any ordinary situation, Aro would've punished the offender for such a bold statement. Bella surmised that something was amiss: Aro was purposefully holding back. Was this Egyptian coven an extremely valuable ally?
"You stole my son from me," The same vampire hissed. "And even now as we pledge our alliance to you, you endeavour to hide him from my sight?"
"My father is right." The clean-shaven male, presumably Benjamin, agreed. "I want to see my brother first. Will you refuse us this right too?" He seemed high-spirited and confident; a refreshing personality in the vampiric realm.
Aro placed a hand on his chest, his tone mock-sad. "You accuse me of a wrong I did not do." A pause. "My dear Demetri," He finally acquiesced. "Do show yourself."
The tracker broke away from the mass of black-clad Guards, slowly threading his way to the centre of the throne room. All four Egyptian vampires stared at him for the longest time, until finally, Amun stepped forward tentatively.
Amun's expression was pained. He reached out a hand, before thinking better of it and letting it drop back to his side. "They turned you into a weapon – of course they did," He said softly. Demetri stared unblinkingly back at him, his face dispassionate. Amun shook his head and muttered, "I will never forgive you, Aro. You bound him here against his will!"
Caius growled warningly at that accusation. It was a stark contrast to Aro's unnervingly calm smile.
Demetri's eyes flashed dangerously. Bella could not reconcile the emotions in them. He was ever so difficult to read. "Amun, cease your false accusations." He said tersely. "I had a choice, and I chose the Volturi."
"Even now," Amun said sadly. "You no longer address me as Father."
Demetri's jaw clenched. It was an infinitesimal movement. He did not utter a word.
"Brother, you lie." Benjamin's voice rang distinct and true. Demetri turned at this. "We know that you are forcefully bound here by Chelsea," He said. A long pause ensued. "And us."
"That is a bizarre assumption."
"Do you think us fools?" Benjamin started towards Demetri, gliding forward until the two men were eye-to-eye. Demetri met his gaze fearlessly. "The Volturi has left our coven alone for centuries – even when we overstepped their boundaries," Benjamin whispered. "And despite my gift, they have not come to collect me. The answer is crystal clear."
"Ah Benjamin," Demetri said frigidly, "I am afraid you overestimate your importance to me."
Hurt shattered Benjamin's confident façade. But still, the certainty did not fade from his eyes. "We can protect ourselves," He continued with false bravado. "We do not need your protection. We only need you to come home."
Demetri shook his head. "My home is here, Benjamin. Did it ever occur to you that I might enjoy wielding power and being feared? This is the life I have chosen."
Aro smiled viciously at that. "Do you hear that Amun? I believe your son prefers our company."
Benjamin looked absolutely crushed, but Amun continued glaring at Aro, his eyes narrowed in absolute distrust. Amun took a menacing step forward, and Demetri descended upon him like a bolt of lightning – one hand curled around his throat, and another forcing his right arm backwards. The anguish that arose from the extreme angle brought Amun to his knees.
Benjamin hurtled forward to his father's aid. A few guards took off after him but were momentarily thrown off course by a gust of wind that hailed from no-where. Still holding on to Amun's arm, Demetri flipped himself nimbly to the other side, seizing Benjamin by the throat, and shoving him onto his knees right beside his father.
Aro beamed like a proud parent at his son's graduation ceremony. A smirk split across Caius's face.
"Do you believe me now?" Demetri's whisper was deadly. His grip tightened around their throats. There was a feral look in his eyes. "You will cease your false accusations and proceed no further."
When both parties failed to move, Demetri released them, allowing Felix to take over. He backed away silently, blending in once more with the remaining congregation of unmoving Guards. Still on their knees, Amun and Benjamin hung their heads, their resolves crushed by Demetri's cruel betrayal.
Bella continued watching Demetri curiously. His expression was blank, but on closer inspection, Bella identified a small crack in his veneer of detachment – minuscule to the point of insignificance, but yet, apparent upon realization.
He was hurting too.
She blinked out of habit and the crack was gone. He was once again a perfectly vacant husk.
She blinked again.
The mask remained in place.
Perhaps she had imagined the hurt.
After all, Demetri was not a man with weaknesses. He was not one to care. But then the memory of his words echoed in her mind.
I am sorry that it ended this way.
His voice had been sincere, his touch had been kind. He had genuinely regretted exterminating Tanya's coven.
Felix had confirmed this as well. He had said that Demetri did not enjoy killing. He was ruthless out of necessity. Bella had always assumed that this necessity was for the Volturi's survival, but today, it dawned upon her that perhaps, she had been wrong. If Benjamin was truly right, the reason that Demetri acceded to Aro's every demand; the reason for his unyielding loyalty to the Volturi;
The reason – or reasons were standing – or kneeling right in front of her.
Demetri would act, scheme, track and murder, if it meant keeping Amun and Benjamin safe.
~.~
Translations
"恒盛! 你不要这样！" - Bryan, don't do this!
"如果你死了，我该怎么办？丽婷怎么办？" - If you die, then what about me? What about Tanya?
"你们求求他们吧！快点！快求求他们！" - The both of you please beg! Hurry! Beg them for our lives!
"我死都不要。 " - I would rather die.
"你…要…好好…活着。我…爱你。" - You must live well. I love you.