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Chapter Thirteen

He dropped Nicholas's lifeless body, like a rag doll, to the floor. I launched myself at the Hunter as he drew his scythes, as if he'd saved them just for me. He swiped one at my throat, going straight for the kill, but despite my weakened state, it was anger that was fuelling me. I ducked beneath the blade, and hit out at his inner elbow. He growled but didn't drop the blade as I'd hoped. Instead, he hit out with the other, and I only just managed to escape losing an ear. I backed off, reconsidering my tactics. This Hunter was all muscle and speed and skill; he was a perfectly tuned killing machine. I hazarded a glance past him, searching for my weapons, but unless they were behind me, then they weren't an option. Instead, I looked around for other weapons I could use. Nicholas's dagger was still lodged into the Hunter's shoulder, but I'd rather look for something a bit further away from him and his scythes. I spotted the chain off to my right, draped over a wooden surface littered with scraps of metal and plastic. I dove for it, sprinting towards it before the Hunter could attack. I only just got a hold on it when my instincts screamed at me to turn. The Hunter pulled the dagger from his shoulder and hurled it at me. I hit it away with the chain as I ran at him. I batted away his scythes with the chain, before I could get a shot at his face. The chain ricocheted into his brow, knocking him backwards. Blood poured into his eye, which was already blackening, and he struggled to clean it. My victory was short-lived however as he lashed out with the scythes. I dodged one, but the other took my chain as I wrapped it around the blade in an effort to stop it from hitting me. He threw the chain to the side, as we began to circle one another.

I was weapon-less again, but this time I looked for his weak spots – his throat, his eyes, his kneecaps – and clawed my fingers, hoping my nails were up to the job. "Come on, little wildcat," He taunted, in a Scottish accent. I was considering some light racism to get the party going, but instead, I feinted to his left. He struck out with one scythe, and as he was off balance, I dove to the right. I clawed at his already bloodied eye, reducing him to shrieks before he caught me in the face with his other scythe. It tore my lip, but for once I'd come out better. He pressed at his bloody eye socket and I smirked at him. He roared, his witty facade broken, and threw himself at me, blades flashing. I sprinted past him, but he grabbed my shoulder, his hand finding a way beneath Jasper's bandage, and digging his fingers into the arrow wound, making me groan through gritted teeth. He drew back a foot and kicked me square in the chest. I was thrown back, winded, and landed on the stone floor. He came towards me, brandishing his scythes, thinking that I was an easy kill. I looked to the side, and noticed my quiver. The Hunter was almost on me, and I grabbed the axe. He drew back the scythes, and I swung, putting as much force behind it as I could. The axe struck his jaw, and took it clean off. His eyes widened in shock, before slowly, he sank to the ground.

I dropped the axe, and let out a sigh of relief, sinking back - my strength gone.

"Morgana!" I heard Jasper's warning a moment before my father swooped down on me, like a deathly crow. His talons caught my upper arm, and he tore me from the ground. I was too weak to fight, and I couldn't help but groan, "Please, just let this go!"

"Let it go? Let it go!" He hissed, "You want this!"

He made me face Jasper, still bound to the wall. I looked up at him, "I'd choose him over you any day, father,"

Rather than become enraged as I thought he would, my father smiled. The expression was so sinister, so full of evil and contempt that I drew back as far as he would allow. He reached into his robes, and when he removed my dagger, Iris, I realized a little too slowly what he was going to do. He took my wrist, tore the bandage away, and dug the blade into the freshly sealed wound. I gasped as he twisted the dagger, drawing every drop he could, before he pressed it to my jugular, and slid it across my neck. I was surprised I even had enough blood left to lose. He pushed me towards Jasper, whose eyes were turning darker and darker as we got closer. His injuries, my blood, the combined emotions of everyone in the room raging through him, pushed him over the edge, and he began to fight against the chains, his teeth bared.

"This is what you want, Morgana? To have your blood drained by a monster? A vampire? I never had you down as a masochist," He hissed into my ear, before he threw me down. He edged around Jasper, like a shadow, and I prayed that Jasper would do something, but his blood lust was just too strong. He released the chains, and Jasper leapt forwards, like a rabid dog. He grabbed me, and his teeth sunk into my neck. I was too weak to even cry out as he moaned against my neck. Maybe it was easier this way. If he was lucky, Jasper may catch my father before he murdered him too. It was a strange feeling, have your life drained. It almost felt like floating, weirdly peaceful, apart from the searing, agonizing pain. My breathing, my lungs, were too weak to allow me to scream, but I could speak.

"Jasper-," I gasped as he bit harder, "You can...stop...you...you did it before...remember?"

I didn't even think that he could hear me. But he certainly couldn't hear my father. He crept from behind Jasper's back, my dagger raised in his clawed fist. "Jasper...behind you..." I hissed as loudly as I could.

I felt Jasper's teeth leave my skin, self-preservation obviously replacing thirst. His eyes flashed, and his head whipped around to face my father. The old witch paused, fear crossing his once expressionless face. "Look what you've done," He taunted, his serpentine eyes fixing on me, just hanging onto life in Jasper's arms.

Jasper turned to look at me, as if he hadn't even known that I was there. "Morgana..." He whispered, his voice almost a sob.

I tried to speak, but there was no energy left in me. I could only stare at him with tears being the only thing about me portraying life. Jasper's expression changed in an instant, from sudden, desperate grief, to pure rage. He set me down carefully, and in movements too fast for my dying sight, he flew at my father. I knew he'd disarmed him as Iris came sliding towards me across the floor. I saw the blade begin to turn from pale grey to white. Jasper and my father fought, but it was barely a fight. In a few seconds, my father fell backwards away from Jasper, blood pouring from a wound in his throat. I saw it coming just as it happened. My father, falling backwards between the two metal pillars. The string, invisible to most eyes but not mine, snapping with a metallic twang. Everyone fell silent for a moment, before all Hell broke loose. An explosion blasted the roof away above my father, and I watched as a steel rod, unforgiving in its heaviness and accuracy, fell through my father as the stone above him began to fall in a dusty cloud. Jasper was thrown backwards by the blast. I looked up as deep cracks began to stretch from the hole towards me. I could only watch silently as the ceiling above me caved in.

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