Warning: this chapter is rated R, due to gore.
I am sorry that it has taken so long for me to update. I have been on vacation (Spring Break). I am on Tybee Island and enjoying as much sun as I can, because I currently live in a place where the sun hardly shines. But I have been doing as much as I can. But here you are! Enjoy!
This chapter is dedicated to my sister and friend, Richelle (not to confused with Richelle Mead), who are jealous of Smiles, because I dedicated my last chapter to to an amazing reviewer before them. Lol (consider yourself lucky Smiels ;) )
I quick shout out to Jami and Tommy. :) Hello, and I hope you enjoy this chapter.
The strigoi stopped as soon as they caught sight of the small army waiting for them. They looked at the numbers and barred their fangs with a hiss, making their faces looking as evil and terrifying as any legendary vampire.
The hiss sent chills down my spine. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Christian shiver too. However, my focus was on the crowd of strigoi. On the edge of the line, a human male with short black curly hair ran over to an invisible line, where the wards were up at.
"Kill the human!" Delos commanded.
The archers were drawing arrows and firing them at the human as soon as Delos gave the order. Many missed, but Tina managed to get an arrow through the Human's upper thigh, while George managed to get an arrow through the arm, which held the stake to tear down the ward. Another arrow was fired and went through his foot, just as he picked it up to run another step. The arrow went in his foot mid-step, going in his foot horizontally; I didn't see who fired the arrow.
The human stumbled back a step and fell to the ground and hollered out in pain and the stake dropped from his hand and rolled a few feet away. I felt bad for the human, who is enduring so much pain.
"Get up, you lazy human!" The black strigoi yelled, barring his fangs.
The human looked back, a look of greif on his face, as if he was afraid of letting him down.
Disgust overwhelmed my sorrow. "Keep going! Kill him." I yelled.
More arrows flashed through the sky. I looked below and saw Dimitri. I looked at his body stance, which was a lot more relaxed, but his hand was twitching towards his gun.
"Dimitri, use your gun!" I yelled down below. "Kill him! Don't give him the chance."
Dimitri and the Cobra's got their gun out, moved up to the front and started shooting at the human. The archers kept firing arrows at the human.
The human was moving faster than I had anticipated to the ward, which was bad. He moved from the concrete to the green grass. Gunshots kept going off, and arrows were still being fired. The human had an arrow through his stomach now, and was shot in the shoulder a few times.
But to my dismay, he made it to the ward.
He screamed in pain as he raised his arm up in the air, with the stake in hand. "For the gods!" He yelled.
"Dimitri!" I yelled.
"No!" Tina and George yelled in unison. I didn't yell; I was just disappointed.
The stake went down in the grass just as Dimitri's gun went off one last time, aiming perfectly at the human's forehead. Blood splattered everywhere, bits of pink stuff (brain) mixed in with the red blood.
The moment the ward broke, I felt exposed and vulnerable. It was time to act now. They are here.
The black guy didn't waste any time and sprinted, almost like flying, towards the army of Guardians. The guardians waited for them, bracing for the attack by getting into a familiar defensive position; their body was poised to strike, and ready for the blow.
I closed my eyes when the strigoi were five feet from the guardians. I couldn't watch this; I wanted to be in the action. I wanted to be down there, not up here watching the action.
I looked to Christian, who, at the same time looked at me. His eyes were a little bit wide, showing a little bit more white than normal.
"What do we do?" He asked. His eyes were still startled. We both thought the barricade would have held out a little bit longer.
"What are you willing to do, Sparky?"
He straightened his spine; his crystal blue eyes shinned with determination as he gazed down on the battle field. I looked down too. Guardians were fighting strigoi, but there were so many strigoi.
Below, I my eyes fixed on a redheaded strigoi. She charged a male guardian, who was too busy fighting his own battle with another. She wrapped one arm around his waist, and with the other arm, she bent his neck back, breaking it, and drank from his neck.
I knew Christian just witnessed the same scene I did, because the next moment Christian pivoted to me, his eyes board into mine. He didn't speak, but his eyes conveyed the message better than words. Not only did determination lit his face, but anger and horror.
I nodded and together, we both hassled down to the battle field, letting the archers know we leaving.
I could feel Christians anxiety though. He was scared. Neither one of us have ever witnessed anything of this sort with this kind of magnitude. The attack on the Academy doesn't even compare. In fact, that was just a warm up compared to this.
But this time, we were prepared for invasion.
"Just like the Academy, you stick to my hip like you're my Siamese twin. Got it?"
"Yes, but I am going to need my own personal space."
"Sparky, don't test my patients."
"Look, Max," he was referring to Dark Angel (apparently I look a little bit like her), "you are not the boss of me-"
"When it comes to life and death, you are to obey my orders, unless if your gut instinct tells you to do something else."
To both my surprise and relief, Christian didn't object. He was on my heels the all the way down the flights of stairs. I wasn't out of breath, but Christian was. I gave him a few moments to ketch his breath and prepare mentally and physical for battle before we left the building.
While he caught his breath, I looked around for Mason. I haven't seen him since the strigoi climbed the wall. Where was he?
"Come on Rose. We need to go." His face wasn't as red as it was few moments ago.
We exited the building and before me stood a true battle field. It was horrific. Both guardians and strigoi lay dead on the ground. But what made my nose crunch and eyes begin to water was the smell of blood and death.
Before I could take another look around, I felt silent footsteps come behind me before I felt the nausea. I looked to Christian, giving him a warning look. He nodded slightly. My stake was in my right leg pocket. My hand went down and held it, waiting for the right moment to strike.
I heard a crunch, like someone swept through a spot of dirt; then I felt vibration, like when someone was running towards you at top speed.
I estimated the time I needed to turn around by counting each of his footsteps. I counted up to two by holding up one finger, then another and finally my put them in a fist. All were a half a moment apart.
The strigoi was pale white. His hair was black with strips of neon green. However, his red eyes were startling and as frightening as any strigoi', but I was ready to destroy him.
I stabbed him in the heart before he even saw it coming. I looked him in the eyes as I stabbed him; I felt no remorse.
I turned to Christian and he was already lighting more strigoi on fire, not breaking a sweat. I was very impressed with his ring. Usually the moroi would have broken a sweat after he lit all the arrows the first round.
I stabbed strigoi after strigoi as Christian lit one after the other. Together, we were the force no one would want to mess with. With my strength and speed and Christian's fire magic, we were unstoppable.
Occasionally, Christian would help Guardians out by lighting their opponent on fire. I was honored to call him my friend on the battle field. I was proud of Christian. He never backed down in the fight.
Guardians were overriding the strigoi, due to the element of surprise. The strigoi had no idea that Court was ready for war, and the more I looked around, the more I saw that the dead were mostly strigoi, but where was the other amount of strigoi. Eight thousand was suppose to be here, and from where I stood, this was about half, if not less than eight thousand. I was getting ancy. The guardians weren't paying attention to the numbers, but I was.
So, what was I missing? What trick does the strigoi have up their sleave that I am unaware of? What if my family won't make it?
"Christian," I said when I stabbed another strigoi after Sparky light him on fire, "we need to find the Cobra's."
He nodded and we started looked around, but also watched our back. A strigoi came up to me, thinking he was macho, but Christian light is hair and shirt on fire, making him pat his head and chest.
The strigoi had platinum purple hair, and it looked pretty sweet when Christian lit his hair. I rolled my eyes and looked at Sparky. "Really? You have to go for the hair?" This was his first time going for the head. He saw another fire user do that in battle a few moments ago; he thought it was sweet. Sparky even gave the moroi two thumbs up; I punched his shoulder for that.
He shrugged as I stabbed the strigoi. "I always wanted to see what purple looked like when it was on fire."
I had no comment for that.
I looked around for my family, but someone else caught my eye. And he made my blood run cold.
Familiar blond hair, lean body and eyes as evil as a demons. The last time I seen him was when he was about to face his doom with Dimitri.
Nathan.
He was watching me, it seemed like. But in slow motion, he was coming straight for me with an evil chilling smile on his face, causing his fangs to show. Unconsciously, my hands balled into a fist, even with my stake in my right hand.
I needed a favor from Sparky.
"Christian, do you see that strigoi? The one with the blond hair?" I didn't look at Christian; I kept my eyes on Nathan, who is less than a football field away.
"Barbequing his ass now."
And he was.
"Make it slow. I want him to suffer." I have no idea how he escaped strigoi Dimitri's wrath, but if he did, then Nathan is clearly a good fighter…
Or a coward. But either way, Nathan is going to suffer. He not only turned and screwed Dimitri's life up, but he also made me suffer. I was alone, and my heart was torn in so many directions, it could have looked like a road map from a cardiograph (A/N: it's a picture of your heart).
Nathan was startled as his bloody green t-shirt caught fire. His Abercrombie blue jeans with holes were bloody as well, but was mostly grassed stained. I shuddered at the thought of how many guardians he must have killed to get that amount of blood on his shirt; it was soaked, so much so that he could have took it off and twisted it and a bunch of blood would have poured out of it.
Then Nathan did something startling: he pulled his shirt off and sprinted towards me. My feet were frozen in fury. I was underneath him before I could think of a move.
"I'm going to tear you to shreds!" He hissed in my ear. Christian backed up, clearly stunned at Nathan's actions.
"ooph" Christian said as he went down not even two seconds after Nathan tackled me to the ground. Sparky has his own battle to fight, but I knew he didn't need my help. Not yet.
Anger turned into rage. Things weren't going the way I wanted. Nathan gave me a malice smile.
"How did you survive? I thought Dimitri killed you." I said as cruelly as I could.
He gave me a hard, chilling chuckle. "I have my ways, blood whore."
If there was a higher anger than fury and rage, then I was at it. I am not a blood whore. I never was.
I went slack in his hold, but kept my eye on him, trying to show fear. It must have worked, because he smiled in victory and leaned down.
"I am going to enjoy this. Too bad Dimitri isn't here to see this."
Hope sparked in me. The strigoi thinks he's dead, not turned back to dhampire. I guess Red was telling the truth. I was relieved that Dimitri's camouflage was still intact.
Nathan leaned down.
When I felt his hair slide on my neck, I made my move. My arms were pinned over my head, his hands holding them there; but my legs were free.
Ohh! His mistake. I kneed him in the groin as hard as I could, so if he was wearing a cup, the cup would break and I would be able to bring him down. And in my angry state, my anger and rage gave me even more strength than normal.
He rolled off me, holding his crotch protectively. He didn't groan, it came out more as a scream. And it was music to my ears. At the moment, I wanted nothing more than to torture him. All I could see is Nathan bringing Dimitri down and biting him. It made my blood boil in rage. I have to torture Nathan.
Now was the perfect time; the perfect opportunity.
I got up and kicked him in the face with my foot. He hit the ground, dazed. He rolled over, so that he was on his back.
"Fight me you bloodsucker!" I screamed at him.
"I'm going to kill you." He got up with a sudden burst of energy. I guess name calling is his end of the stick
"Like that's nothing I've ever heard before." I growled, my eyes still on him, watching his every move. "I'm going to make you pay for taking away my boyfriend." I said, giving him my most malice glare. "I hate you!"
He was tired of the small talk; he lunged at me. At the same time, I kicked him on the side of the face with my right foot and left hand (which is not my dominant hand) I grabbed my sword and made a deep cut in his arm right.
He howled in pain, his left hand applying pressure on his cut as his eyes gave me a death glare that would have sent anyone in hiding. I put my sword back its holster, taking my stake instead.
I lunged at him the same time he lunged at me. My hands went to his forearms to hold them down, but my knee went to his groin again. But before I could do that, his fist came flying at my jaw, and his knee came up to my right hip, knocked me to the ground. Both my right hip and jaw screamed with pain as he came at me, but I used my legs to kick him away, ignoring the pain my hip.
When I kicked him back, he didn't land on his butt as I had anticipated. He regained his balance and came at me. He must have been a guardian before turning.
I used my leg muscles to get up, but he knocked me to the ground before I was even in a squat. My head hit the ground hard, making me see stars.
"CHRISTAN!" I screamed in a daze as Nathan pinned me down.
"I'm-" he paused for a second as I heard someone grunt in pain, "busy."
"Just fry his ass Chris! I need your help." It was selfish of me to make him do this just so I could torture this one strigoi, but I wanted this strigoi to pay with all I had.
Then, just above me, Mason appeared. He shook his head.
No Rose. Let it go. He said to me. We have more important things to do. Just end him.
But I couldn't! I couldn't just let him go. I screamed in frustration.
I wiggled my arm out of his hold and made a fist and I swung as hard as I could. My fist knocked him off me and on the ground. He shook his head, shaking the pain off him.
I was on him and had pinned him before he could do anything, knowing my punch would have made him dizzy. With my stake, I sliced him across the upper part of his chest. He growled in pain. I made another cut, this time straight down wards on his muscled abs and in between the breasts.
He growled in pain again.
"This is for the life you had ruined!"I was speaking for Dimitri's old life, back at the Academy.
Then I brought my stake up to his throat and made a big gash right below his Adams apple, then punched him in the nose, hearing a crack after the impact and then a sudden gush of blood.
"And that was for all the pain and torment you had caused me!" He had made my life absolutely miserable; the heartache was horrible to deal with everyday, knowing that the love of my life was a strigoi and that there was no way he could come back to me.
Rose, stop. Mason said again. I looked up and saw Christian and Mason looking over me. Christian completely fried the strigoi that attacked him. The flesh of the strigoi was burnt and is completely unrecognizable.
I went back to Nathan, and punged my stake in him, on the right side of the hear. No, it's not where the heart was, but I wanted him to feel the pain before I stake his heart.
He stiffened as soon as my stake entered deep in his chest, his breath halted and his eyes widened in shock and pain.
I went down lower and stabbed his abs. He finally screamed in pain.
"I hate you!" I screamed. Then I went to the left side of his chest, and stabbed just above his heart, then below it, and then finally I positioned my stake just on his heart and looked him in the eye.
His eyes had pain in it, but had hatred burning in his red, demon eyes.
"This is for the lives you had destroyed." Then I stabbed him in the heart and watched in satisfaction as the light fade from his eyes.
"Fry him." I commanded Christian as I got off of Nathan's dead corpse.
Nathan light up in flames and was ashes in seconds.
Rose, you need to go to the others. Mason said. They moved towards the front.
"Follow me." I told Christian. I jogged closer to the gate, dogging dead bodies. I looked at the dead bodies though, regardless that my brain told me to look away. I had to make sure that they weren't anyone I loved. Soon though, my anxiety fled as they came into view. Zena and Gabe were taking on the black strigoi that lead the others, the others were a hundred yards down from them.
Gabe swept Black off his feet, while Zena pinned him. But Zena was too slow for Black. Black kicked her off of him, kicking her two yards from him. He went to get up but Gabe was on him as soon as Zena was in the air. Zena got up and ran to help. However, there was a brown strigoi watching Zena fight; analyzing his next opponent. He was behind her, while I was in front of them, watching this all go down.
When Zena staked Black, Brown charged at them from behind them, and they were unaware of him coming.
I ran at full speed to them, ignoring any pain. They were a four hundred meters away from me, while Brown was two hundred. I wasn't going to make it.
Faster! I yelled at my legs, ignoring the yelling pain in my injured hip. "WATCH OUT!" I screamed at them. Both of them made the dumbest mistake and looked at me, instead of their vicinity. Zena straightened up and came towards me, but before she could manage one step, the strigoi knocked her down, pinning her arms above her head.
Gabe acted immediately and kicked Brown in the stomach violently, knocking him off her. I guess Brown didn't anticipate Gabe being there for her.
I was ten yards from them. Gabe wrestled Brown down to the ground. Brown was on his stomach, head to the side hissing so loud that I could hear him. Gabe punched him in the jaw when Brown tried to head butt him.
I came to a halt in front of Zena, helping her up. She looked dazed, so she must have hit her head harder than I thought.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah." She said, shaking her head as if to rid the stars dancing in her eyes. She put her hand up to the side of her upper head.
"Uh!" I heard Gabe grunt in pain. We both turned in time to see Gabe hit the ground backwards. I lunged at Brown, hitting him the right eye with one fist and the left side of the jaw with the other fist, then finally, I kneed him in the groin. When he crotched down in pain, I sent my fist flying in his stomach.
That still didn't bring him down. I stepped back and brought my foot up to the outside of his upper thigh, and hit it as hard as I could, paralyzing him for a few minutes; with humans, it would have paralyzed them for up to seventy two hours (A/N: this is true. I took a self-defense class). I then took my sword out and ran it through is heart.
But my fighting didn't end there. I felt nausea, and footsteps coming to my left side. Gabe, Christian (finally caught up) and Zena were on my right side, watching each other's backs.
I stayed still, waiting for the strigoi to be three feet away from me so that I could make my move. As the footsteps came closer, the nausea increased. I tightened my hold on my sword and made sure my feet were should length apart.
I turned around, knowing he was three feet and swung my sword at him- who was actually a she. I made a long, deep gash in the strigoi's chest; blood oozing out as she screamed in pain. Her red hair was like a wild fire.
I was vaguely aware that Christian was helping Gabe and Zena fight with two other strigoi who might have thought they were coming to Wildfire's rescue.
Wildfire was living up to her name. She was throwing punches and accurate kicks, which she did land a couple on me. But I was quickly getting tired of this game. I lunged at her, grabbed her arm and pinned her down, but before I could reach down and grab my stake a red arrow with fire on it went straight through Wildfire. The fire quickly consumed her, and she was dead.
I looked up and saw Tina standing with her bow beside her. I nodded and she saluted to me with two fingers, her bow straight up at her side.
I moved to help the others, taking my sword out, tired of the games. Gabe was dancing with a male strigoi, who was obese and was definitely human before turning. I moved behind the strigoi silently and ram my sword through his spine, then took it out and chopped his head. I bent down to his clean shirt and wiped the blood off of my sword and returned it in the back of my jacket.
I turned around to see Sparky, three feet in front of me, lighting two strigoi on fire; both of which were near each other. I started walking to the two startled strigoi.
I was vaguely aware of people- both strigoi and dhampire- watching me.
The two startled strigoi took off their shirts that were on fire, much like Black, and quickly advanced towards Christian, not noticing me.
I walked in front of Chris, shielding him away from the danger. The two strigoi were shocked, but were cocky and kept walking forwards.
"Step aside, Guardian." The one with blond hair said as they came closer. The other one had brown hair with streaks of natural red.
"нет (no- sounds like ne-aht)" I said in Russian.
"I'm sorry, I don't speak Guardian." The brunette snickered.
"I said," I glared at both of them, making them stop mid-stride, "no. If you want my friend, you are to go through me."
Both of them smiled at me, and in unison, they both lunged for me.
I stayed put and calm. Then, when they were three feet from me I grabbed both of my swords and using a new technique called chopper, I spun around in a complete circle, chopping anything in the way of the sword's blade, and in this case, it was their heads. My head and eyes stayed straight.
I turned around and I had the pleasure of watching as their heads fell to the ground in a clean cut, hardly any stray of blood. However, the bodies took two steps, swayed to each side then fell down to the ground.
I let my arms fall to my side, with my swords in each hand. I turned to Christian, but saw Mason instead.
It's time to push the button, Rose. He said to me, his usual warm brown eyes turned hard. Make everyone retreat.
"Retreat." I told Christian. He was about to open his mouth to argue, but stopped at what I said next. "Go to Lissa." He nodded, turned around and ran for the Aid tent.
"Roza." Dimitri came behind me. "What is going on?"
I turned around and saw him. He was battered and bloodied, but he is still as handsome as ever. His hair was coming out of his pony tail, and he had a few cuts above his left eyebrow, with blood trickling down the side of his face.
"Thank you for staying with the Cobra's. Make them retreat and stay together. It's time."
Realization dawned on him and he nodded.
"I'm staying with you."
I nodded. I wanted him to. "Tell Denis he is in charge now. We need to tell everyone to retreat."
He nodded, and to my surprise, he took out a walkie-talkie. "Kingston, tell everyone to retreat now. It is time."
"Good timing Belikov, it's getting nasty out here. I'm afraid we are not doing that well over on this side." Gideon answered a few moments later.
"We need to get towards the gate, Rose." Dimitri said, coming up to me, swinging his arm around my lower waist.
"Dimitri, that's suicide."
He shook his head and urged me forward. "Roza, I swore to protect you."
I came to a halt, making him stop as well. I looked up and waited until he looked at me. "And I swore to protect you. We have no need to go there."
"We need to warn the others that you are going to blow the walls to pieces, Rose." Dimitri said in warning.
The guardians weren't suppose to be near the gate.
I nodded. "Alright, but when I say we are to retreat, we are. I want to freedom, not death."
He nodded, knowing what I meant. I turned to Zena and Gabe. They were watching us argue.
"Zena. Gabe." I looked and addressed both of them. "Retreat and stay together."
They nodded and went towards the West wall.
I bent down and used a dead strigoi's (that either Gabe or Zena killed) t-shirt to wipe the blood off my swords. Once I was done, I put the swords back in the holster in my jacket. Dimitri looked me over.
"You're favoring your left." Dimitri noted. "Do you need to get aid?"
I shook my head. Even if I wanted to, we didn't have the time. He leaned down and kissed my forehead, draping his arm over my lower waist. "I love you."
Then he led us to the others, dropping his arm from me. I followed wordlessly. His pace was fast. He understood that we didn't have much time.
But we didn't have to travel far. We were two hundred yards down from the others, and in sight. "Cobra's," Dimitri addressed him as they all fought. "End the fight and retreat. Rose and I will help you."
I looked around as saw what was going on. Denis and Lev were fighting three and were doing just fine, but I could tell that Lev was hurt. He was protecting his right arm.
Larisa was fighting by herself, and was losing. Two strigoi were ganging up on her, and they seemed to know what they were doing. One had red hair and was short, female and looked like a teenager, while the other had black and was definitely moroi before turning, because he was that tall, male and looked in his forties.
The redheaded strigoi kicked Larisa in the face, and she yelled out in pain. The black haired strigoi didn't hesitate and swept Larisa's feet out from under her when she was trying to regain her balance and shaking off the stars that she no doubt saw.
"Larisa." I whispered. I took off, ignoring Dimitri protest.
I was a few feet from Larisa when she yelled at me. "No Rose. I want to do this." I was able to get a good look at her. She definitely has a broken nose, and like me, she was favoring her left side.
"Larisa." I said in warning. I don't want her to be a hero.
"Het (no)!" She yelled at me. Her voice said that if she could look at me, she would be glaring at me.
"You need to retreat, Larisa!" It was an order.
"I can do this!" She said, dropping her angry tone. Just as she finished talking, the strigoi punched her in the eye hard enough that Larisa land on her butt.
I took my eyes off of her, wanting to jump in and give the strigoi a piece of Rose Hathaway. I towards Lev and Denis's direction and saw Dimitri, Lev and Denis were coming up to us. Lev and on a pissed off face. Probably angry that the strigoi was getting the better of Larisa while I just watched.
"Larisa!" Denis yelled in anger. "We need to retreat. Now!"
"I'm-" The black haired strigoi wrestled her down to the ground, fangs flashing and head leaning down to Larisa's neck, while the redheaded held her legs down.
I couldn't keep watching this; her time was up. I got my sword out from my back. The two strigoi both looked up, hearing the sound of metal scraping metal. Larisa paused, but knew what was happening. I could tell she was grinding her teeth.
"Who wants to be the first to die?" I asked in English, my voice full of anger. I was hurt that Larisa didn't want me to help her. I wasn't about to stand around and watch her die. Not while I could help.
The strigoi were distracted, and that was all Larisa needed. The redhead's tight hold on Larisa's legs must have loosened, because Larisa got out of her hold and kicked the redheaded strigoi so hard, that she flew back a could yards.
Don't piss off Larisa!
The black haired strigoi was still by her and got up. She lunged at Larisa, but Larisa was already up. She knew what he was going to do. She dodged him-
"Rose!" Dimitri yelled out in warning, but it was too late.
Someone slammed into me, bringing me down to the ground with unnatural force that I was unprepared for and haven't faced. Immediately, I scolded myself for dropping my guard.
As soon as I hit the ground on my right side, my hip started screaming out in pain. All the beatings it had taken already were taking its toll on me.
I groaned in pain.
"Bad form, Rosemarie." Said a familiar, malice voice.
I looked up to a ski masked redheaded female. I looked at her body, thinking maybe I could picture a face. But no, I couldn't.
"Those precious Dragomires will be mine, Rose. Not even you can stop me."
I swallowed.
"Is that why you broke in?"
"Of course not!" Her shinny red lips (they weren't red from blood, but lipstick) turned into a malice smile. "And don't try and play dumb with me, Rosemarie. You know what I have been doing and what I am up to. I have been watching you."
And just like that, I instantly knew who was behind the ski mask. When you take away the cruelty tone of voice, it was easily recognizable. I haven't seen her in years.
But I wasn't about to tell her I knew who she was. Not yet.
"Your kind," I spoke the last word with disgust, "won't ever touch her."
Her smile froze on her lips and turned hard. "You have no idea how much power I have, young Rose."
I snorted. "It doesn't matter to me how much power you have. I have strength and willpower, something you strigoi will never have."
She lunged for me, but someone tackled her before she could manage a single step.
Mmm. I wonder who saved Rose.
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