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Chapter 14: Lights and Death (B)

"Godric, I'm returning Poppy to you. She's…interesting," Elliot said with a boyishly charming smile and I glanced at him before looking at Godric.

My eyes turned cold, I wished it mirrored my emotions inside as I could feel my entire body turning colder. Warmth seemed to be seeping through and I could feel my blood turning dangerously ice cold.

Godric's face was downward, his expression appeared darkened by the shadows and he glanced up quite slowly in a rather deliberated manner. He smiled with a pretty arch of his lips, "Really, Elliot?"

It was the look of a killer; it was the look that he usually gave before going in for the kill. My body was tensed and on high alert. I could feel my senses heightening to its peak and instincts screamed danger was thick within the air. Glasses shattered from the ceiling and the leaders barged in from the top. The entire scene was chaotic. I heard screams across the grand castle hall and Elliot was looking at Godric in deepening disbelief as he fumbled and took a step backward on the carpeted ground.

"It can't be…"

Without missing a beat, and carefully averting my eyes away from Godric, I grabbed onto Elliot's hands and tugged forcefully.

"Run!"

Elliot glanced at me in state of disarray before recovering quickly and within seconds, we were both running frantically towards the entrance of the hall, dodging humans and the undead. I ran closely behind Elliot, feeling the suffocating weight of Godric's stares on my back. Sensing danger in the front, Elliot grabbed my hands and went to the nearest balcony instead. I didn't dare look behind but I knew, even without considerable effort that catching up with us was an incredibly easy feat for Godric.

It was just a matter of him taking his time.

I didn't dare think or fathom our chances of survival for this haphazardly executed escape plan against his hell-bent will of murdering the Lovensens. Probably zero to one.

Elliot and I were both standing outside at the balcony. I was panting while catching my breath. He was looking at me, "Did you see that? That was my sister Ally that they were murdering."

"But I didn't stop for her," Elliot looked deeply distressed, he was on the verge of losing it, "Poppy, why is Godric doing this?" He looked at me and asked in open horror, "We're friends right? I've always counted him as my close confidante – and oh god Ally," he crumbled remembering how she looked with all them devouring her, and his expression turned into a grimace.

I paused to catch my breath, "You'll have to be stronger."

Elliot looked dazed, and then he looked at me, I sighed softly and patted his back, "But not now. We'll have to run before Godric catches us."

Elliot looked at me and then past me, he was looking at the figure moving towards us – like the god of death himself, "Too late, he's here, Poppy…"

I couldn't forget the look that Elliot gave. It was as though the light had gone off from his entire being and what's left was a mere shadow of who he was.

I shuddered and pulled him up, "Let's go, Elliot."

"What's the point, Poppy? He's bent on killing me." Elliot said with a glazed look, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes a little at this stage. I slapped both his cheeks together and got him to focus on me, "We're not dying here tonight, at least I'm bent on trying to not let that happen. So it would be great if you could snap out of all these and follow me."

To say that Elliot looked shell-shocked was an understatement; he shook his head resolutely to clear his thoughts and with considerable effort, he stood up unsteadily as I held his hands to support.

Was it time?

I stood in front of Elliot protectively and closed my eyes and counted to three before turning around to face the face of Death.

How death looked, you may ask? Godric stood comfortably as he tilted his head slightly to examine the carnage mess. He had his hands clasped behind and he looked as calm as the lake on a cool wintry afternoon. He was dressed in black, entirely black which emphasised how pale he looked. He had a slight smile on his pretty lips and everything about him looked picture worthy, except for the very slight gash on his cheek.

He wiped the blood with the back of his hands and tasted it gracefully before finally saying, "You surprised me."

He was glancing at the way I held to Elliot and a ever slight frown peppered his pretty face. I smiled lightly, "Way to make a great entrance huh," I said, "Can't beat yours of course." I said glancing at the bodies strewn around us in a dead pile and the increasing number of their kind hovering in on us.

They were as silent as night itself, and as bloodthirsty as the hounds of Hades. Their eyes glowed with bloodlust.

I could smell blood in the air and it was nauseating.

"Why don't you just kill us and get it over and done with."

Godric looked at me with an unreadable expression. Very slowly, he finally uttered, "You know I can't kill you, Poppy."

Ah yes, we're 'lovers' right?

You're supposedly crazily in love with me.

I kept those thoughts in my head and took a step back, when one of them inched towards me and with lightning speed, bit my wrist causing it to tear and blood was spilled. I was still staring at the flow of blood when Godric was already on the loose vampire in an instant and he tore the head off the young vampire viciously without hesitance.

There was a collective gasp and Marcos called out unjustly, "Godric…"

"I said, leave her alone." Godric eyed them with a narrowed vicious gaze and his tone commanded absolute authority, failing to adhere, the threat that they'll be the next fallen one proved real and daunting.

They stood a step back instinctively. He always had that effect. A royal effect.

Very slowly, he took out a black handkerchief and wrapped it around my wrist in a careful manner. I was examining him quietly and noticed that there was that slight soothing scene emanating from him. I couldn't help but be slightly amused at this point of time, just like how a Venus flytrap emanates a sickeningly sweet scent to attract its prey, he probably didn't know that he had that effect too. I could feel a sense of dread as I felt that familiar rush of emotions. Truth be told, he looked barely older than me.

How lonely it must be.

I sighed and without much hesitation and with an admirable amount of consideration, bent and took Godric's chin and I closed my eyes firmly as I leaned in and planted my lips onto his.

It was probably the second time I made another person shell shocked. The other being Elliot.

Taking a breather, I pushed Godric away and in his stunned state, Godric actually staggered. Gaining that momentum, I quickly turned to push Elliot off the balcony railings.

I couldn't had the time to register Elliot's look of surprise and he was gone.

We all heard a loud splash and Godric looked at me in anger and something else that I couldn't quite place a finger on, as he looked all ready to jump off the railings into the deep blue sea where Elliot was probably safe to swim away from, or –die. I desperately hoped it was the former.

Without much hesitation, I tore away the black handkerchief and the wind carried it away almost immediately. I realised that beneath all that nauseating smell of blood, there was the slight tangy smell of seawater. But of course, that was secondary to all the undead here.

I was the only one alive now, and I was bleeding profusely. Apparently, Godric did mention that my blood carried an intoxicating effect on his kind. Just a drop of it was enough to drive them all insane, much less a fountain of it.

I guess, now was a really good time to put that into test, wasn't it?

I smiled bravely just as Godric uttered a long curse before turning around to shield me from the hungry hoard.

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Note: I'm actually going to rewrite and tweak the front chapters slowly but surely lol.