Madeline refused to believe that Lucy was dead. A few seconds ago, she was still alive, talking to her, and now she looked lifeless. More tears spilt down her cheeks. She caught hold of Lucy’s hand in hers, her vision turned blurry because of the tears that had welled up in her brown eyes before falling. Her hands were covered in hers and Lucy’s blood, and she felt terrible for not being able to prevent this.
Not in her dreams had she imagined that Samuel belonged to the group of demons and fallen angels who were trying to get to her. It was only this morning she had seen Lucy’s face that was smiling kindly at her, but now the same face had blood on it.
Samuel, who had pulled out the icicle from his back, turned in the direction where Madeline was sitting on the ground, holding Lucy’s hand. “It is a surprise that she lasted that long. I made sure to twist her muscles at the right places so that she could feel every single pain as her life left her body.”
Madeline gently brushed Lucy’s hand, hoping the vampiress would come back, but she hadn’t. She turned to look at Samuel with hateful glare.
“How could you do that to her? She never wished any ill upon anyone. Not even you!” Madeline glared at Samuel who didn’t look one bit remorseful. Instead, he stood there, watching Lucy’s body with a smirk on his lips.
“She was too kind for this world. You should know that people like her don’t survive too long. If it weren’t for her protective family and me, she would have been butchered by now,” laughed Samuel, who was responsible for Lucy’s death.
“She didn’t do anything wrong. She didn’t deserve this,” whispered Madeline. At the same time, Lucy’s cousin, Ethan, arrived with blood on his forehead looking as if he had fought someone before coming here.
“Samuel,” whispered the vampire, his eyes wide in surprise as to what this man was doing here.
“Oh, look at that. I didn’t know you were here,” said Samuel. Ethan’s eyes fell on Lucy and Madeline, and noticing how Lucy didn’t move, he glared at Samuel. Ethan ran from where he was to attack Samuel. “I have no time to deal with you.” Saying this, Samuel raised his hand, pointing at Ethan and moved it to his right to have Ethan crash against the wall. Picking up the icicle that was still in the process of melting, Samuel dug it deep into Ethan’s stomach.
As Samuel made his way to where Madeline was, she caught sight of something lurked behind the pillars and then appeared the creature of death. The Salvette Mortem was here for Lucy, its hands bloody and before it could even get close to the vampiress who laid on the cold floor, Madeline let go of Lucy’s hand and stood up.
“No,” she said to it.
Samuel looked confused and looked back and forth between the Queen and the empty place near the corridor. He wondered if the lady was losing her mind as he saw nothing there, yet she looked at the emptiness like she had seen a ghost.
When the Salvette Mortem appeared in the front, Madeline raised her hand that emitted white light and the creature made a displeasing noise. “I won’t let you to take her,” she said to it.
The creature continued to make noise, stepping away from the light and went to move behind the wall as if waiting for Madeline to leave the vampiress’ side so that it could grab the deceased person’s soul.
Madeline couldn’t continue emitting the light which she had only discovered some time ago as her body had exhausted itself while trying to heal Lucy. She could taste the metallic blood in her mouth. She didn’t know what to do. One side there was the Salvette Mortem, and on the other side, there was Samuel who was waiting to take her from here.
Samuel picked up the rod that was on the floor.
“Now that we don’t have any more distraction, lets get you to your right place,” said Samuel while making his way to her.
An icicle quickly appeared in Madeline’s hand. Before he could get too close to Madeline, someone emerged from behind, who was none other than Vladimir. While Samuel looked annoyed by seeing the stranger, Madeline noticed that she had seen this person on her wedding day. “Who the fuck are you now?” demanded Samuel.
Madeline stared at the vampire who wore a long black coat. The stranger said, “And where have you lost your manners. I thought it was going to be just me here tonight, but there’s a whole lot of party going on in here.” Vladimir looked down at the dead girl on the ground and then at Madeline. “It is time to take you to a special place.”
“Who are you?!” Samuel turned irritated. He raised the rod to the front, “You will do no such thing. Leave this place and never come back again. Now.”
Vladimir looked down at Samuel as if the demon was throwing a childish tantrum at him. “Fuck off from here before you make me a little angry,” came the cold words from Vladimir.
But Samuel didn’t care for the words spoken by the nameless vampire, whom he was meeting for the first time. He raised the metal rod, using it to harm Vladimir, but Vladimir caught hold of the metal, and in a blink of an eye, the metal disappeared in thin air. Confused, the mere demon stepped backwards to gauge the stranger. Where did the rod disappear to?!
Samuel used his hand to punch Vladimir, but Vladimir caught hold of the demon’s hand and pushed him against the wall, twisting it in a way where the demon cried in pain. It was the first time he had felt such immense pain.
“What did I say about making me angry, hm?” Vladimir asked in a calm tone, and Madeline who was witnessing this didn’t know why, but she felt the stranger somewhat similar to Calhoun with the way he asked the question.
“I will fucking kill you!” Samuel struggled to get away, “Let go of my hand!” he ordered.
“Okay,” said Vladimir, and for a moment he loosened his hold on the weakling, but the very next second, he placed his other hand on Samuel’s back and then ripped out his hand. “There, I let it go.”
Madeline’s eyes turned wide seeing vampire’s strength. Was he perhaps helping her? She asked herself. She heard Samuel scream in agony as he had lost his arm and blood oozed out from the torn flesh. Anger spread on Samuel’s face, and he turned to look at Vladimir, not knowing who he truly was.
Samuel used his only hand to harness his ability to attack the vampire in front of him. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” said Vladimir, and he ripped the other arm of Samuel. The demon screamed, and he fell on the ground, rolling in pain.
Madeline then saw the stranger bend down to place his index finger on Samuel’s chest and for a moment even Samuel looked perplexed. But soon he started to splutter blood out of his mouth. “Seems like a lot of bad blood. Let’s get you clean, and I shall see you later in Hell.”
“Wh-what did you d-” Samuel didn’t get to complete his words as in a blink of an eye, he splattered into a black mass of liquid on the ground.
“Madeline!”
Calhoun had entered the corridor in time to witness the stranger who appeared familiar, who had turned Samuel into liquid.
Hearing Calhoun’s voice was nothing less than finding heaven in the world of chaos to Madeline. He was here, and that was all that mattered to her. She caught sight of blood on him.
Vladimir didn’t turn to see who had appeared because by the way the girl’s face brightened, he could tell it was the King. Without sparing a second more to talk, Vladimir caught Madeline’s arm. Calhoun noticed this, and his eyes narrowed and he quickly made his way to where Madeline was.
But before his hand could even have the opportunity to touch her, Vladimir smiled cunningly, and in a blink of an eye both Madeline and the stranger disappeared, bursting into specks of fire, leaving nothing but emptiness behind.
Calhoun’s hand swiped across the empty place, where Madeline had been just a fraction second ago. “Fuck!” he cursed in rage.
