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Chapter 26: Training and Tragedy
Seras lay in her coffin, eyes open staring up at the wooden lid. Once upon a time the police girl found her little coffin to be a little too snug, now however she did not mind it half as much after two years of being crammed into it each morning it became less of an issue.
Sighing and pushing the lid off of her coffin Seras lifted herself out and made her way out of her room down the corridor to the kitchen. The police girl had been having strange dreams, every night for the last few weeks she saw a woman in her dreams. One she did not recognize, it was worrying her and she didn't know what to do about it. She had thought of asking her Master Alucard about the woman but he had laughed her out of his cellar the last time she mentioned the spirit of her gun haunting her dreams. She did not fancy reliving that experience again.
Pushing the door open, Seras walked into the large kitchen. She was greeted by a pair of friendly faces, Captain Hans and Schrodinger sat at the table eating dinner. Seras smiled at the couple as she walked up to the table and sat down. She had a thing for the Captain when he first arrived at the estate but her affections were very quickly diverted when she walked in on the pair getting a little to comfortable in the wash room…She would never get that image from her brain.
"Good evening you two how are you?" Seras greeted as she joined the two at the table. Hans nodded to her silently and Schrödinger grinned widely.
"We are well Fraulein, how are you this evening you look troubled." Schrödinger asked as he looked over to the police girl. She sat looking at the fruit on the table lost in her own thoughts, she had been off for a while now.
"Schrodinger, can I ask you a question?" Seras began as she stretched herself out over the table and rested her head on her hands.
"Why yes fraulein what is wrong?" Schrodinger chirped happily as she scooted over to her.
"You are everywhere and nowhere..." Seras began to say. "Ja, I am. I am all over and nowhere at the same time…well most of the time…if I chose to be." Schrodinger said happily.
"So can you see everything all the time?" Seras asked as she looked up from her hands. She could use his powers to help her, if he was willing that was.
"Well really it's more complicated than that. I can send myself everywhere but I have to think hard on it. At the moment I can be in around 20 places at once if I wanted." He replied as he took a bite of his food. Seras looked over to Hans, he was chewing on a raw steak, and Seras turned her nose up slightly, the blood she was alright with but chewing on raw flesh…not her thing.
"Why do you ask?" The young German asked as he took a sip from his cup.
"I have been having dreams and they are driving me up the wall…" Seras sighed as she dropped her head onto the table in despair. She was so tired, not being able to sleep properly was starting to cause her issues, she was lagging and it was becoming noticeable.
Hans stood from his chair and walked silently over to the fridge pulling out a cold packet of blood and a glass he placed it in front of the young vampire. He had been watching her eye up the blood dripping from his steak, as to avoid an agitated vampire jumping at him he decided to get the blood himself. He had been around vampires long enough to know a little bit about self preservation.
The werewolf looked over to his lover and smiled to himself, he was always so quick to help everyone, that is how they got involved with the damn Nazis in the first place, they had nowhere to go before they found millennium – Schrodinger had agreed to work the for the Major just because he felt like he was wanted. Schrodinger always stayed where he was needed, he had a constant need for affection and acceptance – Hans had told him a million times that he did not need to act out to get people to care for him. He cared for the werecat more than words could express, they were both were creatures and they were mated together for eternity that's how it worked for were creatures; it was out of their control their love for each other. Hans smiled to himself; regardless of the bond they shared as mates he would have still chosen the young werecat over anyone else.
"Thank you Hans" Seras smiled up at the silent man who nodded before sitting back down and returning to his food.
"Talk to me about these dreams and have some blood." Schrödinger chirped happily as he moved to sit on the table in front of her.
"A strange woman keeps flashing up in my dreams, I do not know her but I feel like I recognize her." Seras sighed as she bit a hole in her blood pack and drained it into her glass.
"What happens with this woman in your dreams?" Schrodinger asked, unfazed by the woman front of him drinking blood from a glass as if it were a cup of juice.
"Nothing, she doesn't talk she just stares at me and it freaks me the hell out!" Seras exclaims as she took a breath and continued drinking her eyes glowing red with hunger.
"Is that all fraulein she just stares at you?" Schrodinger asked as he watched the blonde vampire intently.
"Yes! She will just appear and stare at me. I think it's a sign…I just don't know if she is a real person or if she is just a figment of my thoughts." Seras sighed as she finished her drink and placed it on the table.
"And you want me to look for her Ja?" Schrodinger chuckled happily swinging his legs against the marble table.
"Can you do that?" Seras asked, her eyes sparkling with hope as the blonde werecat nodded.
"I can try, it would take some time of course." He said happily as he jumped off of the table back onto his chair.
"Yeah, I understand." Seras smiled as she got up to place her dirty dishes in the sink.
"Tell me what does this woman look like?" Schrodinger smiled wickedly at the young vampire.
3POV
A few months passed with little to no trouble in the orphanage. The demon and the priest seemed to be getting along relatively well much to the shock of many parish members. Avery was much kinder and warmer to people in general, people were starting to wonder if there had been a secret exorcism that had taken place.
In reality, the former demon was racked with guilt. She had grown to care for the children of the orphanage and had grown closer to the Sisters of the parish but each night before she went to sleep Avery would bring out her Grimoire and practise dark magic, her power was growing slowly, before she was only able to do basic hexes and they would send her to sleep with a migraine; now she had practised more she was able to carry out some more technical spells.
Every morning, she would train with some members of the church in the gyms. Avery would often catch herself eying up a certain paladin, it had been months since Avery had any sexual interaction and the sight of the blonde priest in tight workout clothes was not something she was about to pass up on. If the priest caught her, which he had a few times she was able to save herself with a comment on his posture which normally ended up in the two bickering or Anderson trying to teach Avery his idea of proper posture.
The priest was no less innocent; he had caught himself looking into mirrors catching glimpses of the redhead stretching. Much to his own frustration, he would mentally chastise himself and give himself a harder and more painful exercise to do to punish himself for his thoughts. Maybe they could change the regulations on gym wear, he would think to himself on the daily. Tight clothing was obviously causing a few issues as the two silently danced around each other every morning not wanting to admit the growing strain between the two.
Since that night in Rome, it had been harder and harder for the pair to act uncaring, there was a silent affection between them that they both denied and dare not speak of for their own sakes. Anderson flat out denied himself the liberty of thinking about the former demon in such a way, he would spent time in prayer and confession – hiding away in tasks and missions. He hated himself for his new feelings they ripped at his very core every moment he was near her but he had taken vows and he was a man of God. It would be a secret he would take to the grave.
Avery refused to openly acknowledge that she may not hate the Iscariot Priest as much as she once had; she was secretly protective of the Scottish priest. Not that she would ever admit to it, she still grieved over the death of Walter, she had promised herself to not form attachments to anyone else. She would not go through that turmoil again – especially not for a man who was not even allowed to care for her in return. He was a priest, he had taken vows and she was a broken monster – there was no place for anything to be between them.
This particular morning was a sparring session. Avery lay on the soft mat stretching in the splits as the members of Iscariot paired up and fought one another. Anderson looked over from his position and noticed Avery was not doing very much in terms of training. Shaking his head he decided it would be a good time to practise some sparring, Avery did not tend to spar with his team. She trained on her own mostly; to avoid any conflicts needless to say Iscariot soldiers did not welcome the idea of a former demon in their ranks.
"Avery get over 'ere" Anderson called over gruffly. Avery chuckled to herself of course he was acting macho, he was the great Alexander Anderson – God's Assassin, The Bayonet Priest. How else would he act in front of his team? Avery sighed and pushed herself off of the floor and walked over to the paladin.
"What's up Alex?" Avery chirped as she stretched her arms over her chest. Anderson shot her a glance which made her bite her lip and muster a chuckle. He was pissed she knew calling him by his first name was a big no in front of his team, he could not be shown to have favourites especially not a ex demon harlot who had killed half of his team a year back. The team had not forgotten and they still wanted revenge.
"What do you need Anderson?" Avery asked trying to muffle a laugh as she continued stretching in front of the paladin. Lowering herself down to let her head touch the floor and to hold onto both ankles she pushed her rear end up into the air causing Anderson to avert his eyes to anywhere but where she was. Both luckily and unluckily for him the room was covered in mirrors so wherever he looked he could still see everything.
"I want to see you take on some of the guys." Anderson said gruffly as he stepped away from the redhead back over to his team who were shooting her looks that if possible could kill her. Avery smirked and kissed the air and blew it to the team causing them all to heckle.
"Oh. Who will I be fighting?" Avery chuckled as the Iscariot members growled under their breath. Each one looked more than willing to step up and kick the former demons ass. Anderson looked over his team and decided on a partner for the demon. He needed someone who would challenge the former demon but not one that would go to hard on her during her first spar. Looking over he noticed Paul, one of his most trusted students – an Italian priest who was once an orphan at the orphanage himself, that had been a few years ago, Paul was now in his thirties, face scarred from battle he wasn't what you would call fresh pickings. He had been present during the attack on London and watched the demons rip apart his friends and innocent people in London, he had been waiting for the day he could get his chance to rip apart one of the demons who killed his friends.
"Paul are you up for a sparring match?" The paladin asked his teammate, who smiled devilishly as he stepped forward. "Yes Sir" he nodded cracking his knuckles moving onto the mat.
"You alright with that?" Anderson shot a look over to the redhead who was stood beside him with a wicked grin on her face. "Makes no difference to me." She looked a little too excited about the idea of sparring but the paladin shook off the feeling of impending doom and watched the two face each other on the mat.
"Alright, get into positions." Anderson ordered as the other stepped back to watch the fight.
"Remember we are sparing, this is not a real fight. Paul do you hear me?" Anderson snapped to his teammate, he had a temper that rivalled his own, he had seen how the former demon trained and this could either work out nicely or turn into a bloodbath.
"Loud and clear." Paul stated coolly as he glared at the former demon.
"Avery you understand?" Anderson asked the redhead who laughed and nodded. "Yeah, yeah I heard you Anderson. I won't hurt your friend….much" She chuckled as she positioned herself to attack.
"Begin!"
With that the two were let loose. Paul lunged towards the redhead and grabbed hold of her shoulder flipping her onto her back. Avery cursed to herself, she was a human, she had human speed this fight would need a rethink.
"Wow, you are slow I thought demons were meant to be fast?" Paul chuckled as he dug his nails into her shoulder. With a quick move Avery kicked the back of Paul's knees sending him to the floor with a thud. "Watch your mouth choir boy." Avery hissed as she flipped herself onto he feet and kicked the priest across the face, making him spit blood across the mat.
"You fucking bitch!" he hissed as he pushed himself off of the floor. Anderson watched slowly starting to realize this sparring match may have been a bad idea. "I said sparing only!" Anderson snapped as Paul kicked Avery in the stomach sending her flying back into a mirror. Pushing herself up from the mirror and pulling a shard of glass out off her side Avery lost it, she felt the blood running down her side and turned to the priest who stood laughing wiping the blood from his face.
Paul walked forward and began to taunt the redhead who had applied pressure to her hip; it was bleeding a fair amount. This was no longer sparring – this was personal, with a growl Avery took a hold of the priests head and smashed his face into the broken mirror, glass broke splintering into his face and eyes.
"You two behave or I will end this!" Anderson barked as he watched the two. He knew Paul and Avery would have a good fight, he did not expect them to be cutting each other down at the first chance they got.
"Don't be smug or you will lose boy." Avery hissed into Pauls ear as she ripped him off the mirror by his hair and kicked him across the room.
"Demon whore!" Paul barked as he pushed himself off the floor and grabbed a hold of one of the free weights and threw it over at Avery who barely dodged the heavy weight.
"Priest's fuck meat!" Avery hissed as she pinned Paul to the floor chocking him slowly. She was enraged, this fucking man was supposed to be sparring her not trying to fucking kill her. She would have ended him in a second a year ago, now she was covered in blood and ached. Paul kicked her in the stomach sending her flying back into the mirror once more. Avery coughed up a little blood as she pulled out smalls splinters of glass from her sides. Running over once more Paul went to kick Avery in the stomach but was stopped by Anderson who had pushed himself between the two.
"Paul that is enough! You both took that to far!" Anderson roared as his teammate stepped back and spat blood onto the floor.
"She is just a demon whore why should I let here live!" Paul growled as he looked over to the redhead who growled back at him pulling herself off of the floor. "You little cunt!" She screamed as she tried to push past Anderson who blocked her.
"Both of you stop it now!" Anderson barked at the two. Paul growled and walked back over to his teammates who all cheered him, Avery chuckled in mild disbelief shaking her head as she also turned the other way and walked back over to her bag and pulled out a towel and started to press down on her side.
"Everyone get out! Training is over for the day. Paul, sort yourself out and get to my office by noon." Anderson shouted at his team who all nodded and scuttled out off the gym. Avery watched the team leave the room before muttering something under hear breath and picking up her bag and making her way over to the stairs.
"Avery stay here we need words." Anderson called out to the woman who groaned and dropped her bag on the stairs.
"We need words? We need fucking words?" Avery shouted from the stairs and she pressed down on her hip. "Your little friend needs a fucking muzzle Anderson!" Avery snapped as she walked back into the room.
"Come 'ere will you." Anderson sighed as he motioned to her as he pulled out the first aid kit from one of the cupboards and sat down on the bench. "Seriously are you all fucking sociopaths?" Avery hissed as she walked over to the Judas Priest. "Enough now, he was out of line but he hates demons as much as the rest of us." Anderson said softly as she took hold of the redhead's waist and pulled up her top slightly to reveal her cut. Avery hissed as the material was pulled from her wound, and was disinfected.
"I am not a demon anymore. I have been here for months, when the fuck will you people get it?!" Avery snapped down to Anderson who sighed and carried on treating her wound. "I know…but it takes a while for them to accept that." Avery shook her head in anger, tears forming in her eyes. She had tried everything to be accepted in the orphanage but she was still hates by the few that knew what she used to be.
"Yeah, so I am the punching bag until you all decide I am ok. Fuck sake Alex I have been here for a year nearly. If I was going to go all bat shit crazy I would have done it already. I have mellowed the fuck out if you haven't noticed! I even go to mass and occasionally I sing!" Avery snapped back in anger. Hissing as the priest finished dealing with her wound. Stepping back from the priest she pulled her top back over her waist.
"Yes, I know…he was out of order." Anderson said as he packed the items back in the first aid kit and placed it in the cupboard. He felt guilty, he thought that a sparring match would be good for them both, Avery had pent up tensions but Paul, he took it too far. He had been told to treat her as a human opponent not as a demon but Paul still hated her.
Looking over to the redhead he swallowed hard as he watched her lean against the wall glumly. "I don't know why I am trying to act all kind and human if you are all just going to see me as a demon anyway. What's the point?"Avery snapped frustrated at the whole situation, she punched the wall and winced as she connected with the concrete. Anderson shook his head and walked over to her taking hold of her hand and checking for any broken skin. Avery looked up at him with a strange look on her face, she was confused – he didn't need to check every little cut on her body. She wasn't made of glass, she could take care of herself.
"Calm down Love. Not everyone sees you like that. The children don't see you like that…I don't…" Anderson spoke softly as he ran his thumb over the back of her hand causing her heart to speed up slightly. Pulling her hand away she looked up at the priest who had forgotten the idea of personal space as he leaned down over her, his large frame keeping her against the wall.
"Ha! You are telling me you don't still look at me and want to rip me apart, don't lie to me Anderson I am still a demon in your eyes!" Avery snapped back sadly as she looked up at the blonde priest. Who stared down at her, hurt by her comments. "That is not true and you know it. I don't see you like that anymore…"He began as he took hold of her arm.
"So you honestly think I have the chance to become something other than the ex demon? You think that someone like me can change?" Avery hissed back to the priest who stared back at her – there was silence as the two looked at each other. Avery thought she had hit the nail on the head, he did still see her as a monster.
"Yes, you have changed Avery…You are different." Anderson said as he ran his fingers down her arm taking hold of her hand once more. Avery stared up at the priest in shock, tears forming in her eyes. No one had ever said that to her, no one had ever thought she was more than a monster; even her own mother dismissed her as a sinner and a plague on their house. Hellsing, they loved her but she was still seen as their pet demon, even Walter – he had seen her as a demon. He loved her for her lust for violence, for her aggression for her demonic allure if he could see her now she would be a stranger to him.
Avery POV
Why did he do that? Why did he always have to do that? He knows I am nothing better than a fucking demon, why does he try to make out like he sees me as anything more than that. I know what I am, I am used to it. I can't even function as a human – I had to get myself wrapped up in the Grimoire, now I am not even a good human. I am a failure, a fucking mess of a creature.
Was this some kind of strange prize, if he could turn me into a respectable creature did he get a promotion? Was this some kind of strange priestly trick he was trying to pull on me? The Alexander Anderson I once knew would not be caught dead in the same room as a former demon, let alone be the one person holding her hand or comforting a demon. What was happening here? I was perplexed I couldn't get my thoughts together. Why did he always give me a chance? Above everyone else, I got a chance, the ex demon, the woman who literally pinned him to the bed and told him he disgusted her six months ago. Why did he treat me this way?
Anderson POV
I didn't know why I was acting the way I was. I hadn't been in control of myself for a while now; I lost all myself when I was this close to her. Looking down at the woman in front of me, I could see a small bruise forming under her eye. I felt unwelcome anger in my chest, I was angry at myself – I had allowed the fight to begin it was my idea. I knew Avery could take care of herself, I didn't have to get involved but I still did. Paul had taken it too far, he knew it, I knew it but I knew if it had been anyone else as his opponent I wouldn't have interfered. All demons are cursed to hell and do not deserve mercy.
Why then was I merciful to the Fury? I had seen what she had done; I had seen the devastation and the loss of innocent life that had been taken by her hand. I had said it before, I would not allow any demon to live in my wake. Avery I had let her live freely under my nose for a year, a year and instead of killing her like my instincts wanted I crumbled and found myself becoming more and more protective of the woman. Not that she was fragile I don't know why I saw her in such a way but I did.
I couldn't help myself, I prayed on it every night, I had confessed my sins multiple times and God would not send me salvation or a sign. It was a sin for a priest to harbour impure feelings for a woman. We took a vow when we were ordained – the vow of celibacy and chastity. We gave ourselves to God that should be all the mattered. Then why was this woman torturing me so? Maybe the Devil did not come as a demon, but as a woman wrapped as everything I ever wanted.
"Why…why do you give me the chance? You always give me chances…" Avery whispered up to me. I closed my eyes and tried to think – Why did I give her so many chances? She had disobeyed God so many times; she had not accepted the Lord. She was a sinner and a heretic; she was an enemy of God. Why did I protect her? She should be dead, for her sins, for what she had done…
Then out of nowhere a Bible verse echoed in my mind, 1 Corinthians 3:15 For love keeps no record of wrongs. I swallowed hard as I looked down at the teary eyes woman in front of me. Had I been foolish enough to let myself get attached to this woman? I had been trained; we had all been trained on this topic. Never, shall we form attachments to anyone other than the Lord. I was a weapon wielded by God. I could never allow myself to have fallen so foolishly…could I?
As I looked down at her I felt my chest tighten. I had fallen for her; it was out of my control. I had tried to distance myself, I thought I was doing right, I thought I was doing God's will. Why then had this happened? Was I being tempted by the Devil? Was Avery tempting me to sin? No, no she couldn't have been. I had seen her try and tempt me; this wasn't like that. This was different, this wasn't her fault, this was me… I loved her…
Avery POV
I blinked a few times; the priest was being pretty quiet. He was normally one for a quick answer especially to these kinds of topics. He still had hold of my hand which was making me slightly nervous. He was giving me a strange look, I swallowed as I stared up into his eyes, I had no idea what was happening. In the time it took me to get my thoughts in order, Anderson had pulled back from me and started to pace the room in panic. What the hell had happened? One minute he is staring at me I am waiting for an answer, the next he is muttering incoherencies under his breath.
"Alex are you alright?" I asked slightly concerned with the priest strange behaviour. I walked over and touched him on the arm, he froze and turned to me and removed my hand from his arm shaking his head in panic and muttering under his breath. I started to panic a bit more now, had his brain just snapped all of a sudden.
"I can't breathe…" He coughed as he sat himself on the bench behind him. I gasped and ran to fetch my water bottle.
Anderson POV
No, no no! This couldn't be happening this was not going to happen to me. I couldn't feel this way about her - she is under my protection, nothing more. I clutched onto my chest as I felt a searing pain travel across my chest and down my spine. I was getting hot, I was sweating and I couldn't breathe. Pulling off my top I tried to fan myself down with my shirt, nothing was working. Was I having a heart attack?! No I couldn't be – I'm a regenerator that would be impossible.
"Here, have some of my water." Avery ran over to me holding out her water bottle. I swallowed hard and snatched the bottle off of her, swallowing down the cold water I tried to compose myself.
Avery POV
What the hell was happening to Anderson? Had his brain snapped? Had he finally had it after all these years? I stood and watched the topless man fan himself down and rest his head between his legs as he tried to settle his breath.
"Just breathe…" I say as I knelt down and rubbed his knee. He looked over to me, his eyes bloodshot and his face wet from the water he had poured over his head. I swallowed a little as I lowered my eyes down to his torso; Anderson was topless and wet….dripping wet with muscles and… Oh Lord!
I pulled out a towel from my bag and handed it up to him. He blinked a few times before patting his top half down and resting the towel over his neck.
Anderson POV
What the fuck is wrong with me? I took a deep breath as I dried myself off with Avery's towel. It smelled like her, it smelled good. I kicked myself as I swiped those thoughts from my mind. This was wrong, I could not allow myself to have these thoughts I was a priest I had taken a vow. That was the end of it. I tried to compose myself as I sat with my head in my hands. I was a fucking priest, a man of God. I was more than that I had been built to be a weapon of God. I had accepted that role decades ago, I knew what it meant. I could never have the life others had – I was a weapon in the form of a man. I shouldn't be allowed to love anything…
Avery looked so confused; I glanced over to the redhead who knelt next to me watching me intently. She probably thought I was insane with my outburst. I handed her back her towel and stood up silently. I had to get away from her, I couldn't allow myself this, it was not fair on either of us. She found me disgusting, she had told me before – I was no fool.
"Alex…what was that about?" Avery asked as she collected her things and placed them back into her bag. Standing up and slowly following me up the stairs.
"Nothing Avery…it's nothing." I said slowly as I kept my gaze on the doors stairs in front of us; scared that if I was to look at her now I would crumble and confess my sins to her face. I recited scripture after scripture in my mind trying to cleanse myself of these feelings. We both walked in silence as up the stairs.
We both jumped a little as the doors at the top of the stairs flew open and a nun came running down the stairs to us.
"Father Anderson, Miss Avery!" The nun panted as she held herself against the rail.
"Sister Mary Louisa what on earth is the matter?" Avery asked she helped the woman lower herself on to the stairs.
"Demons, they have got past the gargoyles. The Orphanage is under attack!" The Sister sobbed in fear causing Avery to tense up.
"The children!"
3POV
Avery screamed out in horror as she came face to face with a site which would haunt her nightmares. The main room was covered in blood; mangled corpses of children lay against the walls where they had been tossed to the ground.
Vampires, werewolves and a handful of other demons had attacked the orphanage. How they had got into the hall past the gargoyles she did not know. All she knew was that, she could not stand by and let his happen.
Taking off running down the corridor, she grabbed a hold of as many little ones as she could carry and made her way to her room. Throwing open her bedroom door she rushed the children in and shut the door. The younger children were crying as the older children cradled them they sat scared in the corner of the room; a few children had hidden in the shower behind the curtains.
Avery felt a heavy pressure in her skull as she pulled open the drawer by her bed and pulled out her Grimoire. She pulled out the crystals and breathed a protection spell over them causing them to glow rushing around the room she placed the crystals at the sides of the doors and windows the room began to be covered by a small golden sheet of light. No demon would be allowed to pass this veil whilst the crystals were in place. Avery grabbed her bag and told the children to hide and to not move the stones from where they were and to not leave the room until she got back. They all nodded and hid away in her room.
Turning her eyes back onto the main event, Avery rushed back into the main hall. Many members of Iscariot had turned up and the nuns had brandished weapons of their own. Avery nodded as she saw this fight was being dealt with by the church. Her happiness was short lived as she heard a familiar boyish scream from the corridor behind her.
"Marcell!" Avery screamed as she ran back down the corridor to the sound of the screams. The sight that met her eyes caused her to scream and fall to her knees. It was the same; it was the same as before. Marcell lay against the wall panting in pain clutching his arm which was pouring with blood. In the centre of the room stood a half man half beast, a werewolf. Its black fur covered half of his body, he retained his human physicality but his face was mangled into that of a wolf and his nails were long and sharp, his eyes shone gold.
Avery covered her mouth and swallowed down some vomit as she saw the mangled body of little Sarah hanging from his mouth. The wolf turned his attention to the former demon, dropping Sarah onto the floor in front of her with loud thud. Avery gagged as she looked down at the mangled body.
Avery POV
"…not again…no…no!" I screamed as I felt a dizziness crawl up my body. I felt sick the room began to spin as I looked down at the body of the little girl. It was like before…like my baby…like mother. I couldn't save her either. I shut my eyes and I could see her, my mother and my baby…It was all happening again and I couldn't stop it. I couldn't breathe…
"Here is your precious baby!" My mother screamed as she threw my child against the floorboards in front of me. With a loud crack blood began to seep out of my child. I couldn't bare to look at the child in front of me, I felt myself break as I brought my baby's body into my arms as I rocked her to my chest I could hear the women laughing above me. My baby was dead. My little girl!
Marcell POV
That monster had he killed Sarah! I would kill him myself; my arm burned it burned so badly. I wanted to cry, but I was a strong boy I couldn't cry not in front of Nanny Avery.
Nanny Avery kneeled in the room, rocking Sarah in her arms she was crying. The wolf's mouth began to foam as it made its way over to them. Avery was in a world of her own mumbling something I couldn't understand, I pulled myself over to try and shake her out of her own head.
As I pulled myself over I shook her shoulder and tried to pull little Sarah from her arms. I jumped a little as Nanny Avery's eyes snapped open. She handed me Sarah and I pushed myself back towards the door and I watched the wolf howl and lunge at my Nanny.
"Nanny Avery!"
"Percatom!" Nanny Avery hissed as she stood up and swiped her hand out to the monster sending him back into the wall. My eyes widened as I watched my Nanny attack the beast, she was using some kind of magic, she opened a big red book and began to read in a language I did not understand. I do not know if it was of God but at this moment I didn't care.
The wolf cried out in pain as Nanny Avery spoke the words from the book, I felt a dizzy my arm felt funny looking down I noticed that my cut was starting to heal on its own. It burned so much. Letting out a whimper I looked down at baby Sarah, she had started crying. She was alive! Her cut was also starting to heal slowly, what in God's name was happening to us!
Turning to the door I noticed Father Anderson had come running down the corridor. I screamed out to him as he killed a group of monsters and continued running to us.
"Marcell are you alright?" He asked as he ran into the room and ran over to us.
"I will be OK father, Nanny Avery saved us. I feel funny…" I managed to speak out before everything went black.