“You are the one who had been corrupting the river,” Damien confronted the man who gave him a blank look like he knew nothing.
“Is that a quick accusation?” the black witch pulled his trigger for the bullet to launch and miss Damien.
“You have been here for only a few months. And those few months a lot of things happened,” the magistrates were killed and the river was poisoned in a way where the humans had come under the control of the white witches. To be specific the Artemis, “What about your parents? Don’t you care about them?” Damien questioned the black witch.
“I find it hard to care for someone who kicked me out and was the reason I couldn’t be there to see my brother’s face for one last time,” there was a certain hollowness as he spoke those words, “What is family when one cannot uphold until the end, isn’t it?”
“You can still mend your ways,” Damien moved his head, tilting to his left when the bullet graze next to his cheek.
Isaiah had already made his mind. He had come here to Valeria before Damien and Penelope had arrived. He was helping the Artemis when he found Penelope walking down the street, smiling at this man as if her entire world revolved around this pureblooded vampire.
The woman he couldn’t get back to was here and he had made a deal to keep Penelope when the Artemis found out that the woman and the councilman along with her rest were poking their nose.
“Let Penelope come to my side,” Isaiah bargained, having already decided how to fix things between them,
Damien gave the man a smile, before saying, “Sure. After your death, she can sit next to your side.”
The firing didn’t stop until both of them had exhausted their bullets and soon started to fight physically. Chairs broke and the table kept moving because of the constant collision.
At the end of the time, the pureblooded vampire was much more agile compared to the black witch who tried to use something venomous into his leg when they were on the ground fighting. Quickly Isaiah moved away from him.
He chuckled seeing Damien give him a confused look at him, “You don’t know what it is, do you?” Damien could feel a tinge of pain coursing through his body which he had felt before, “You know when everyone was busy trying to kill the pureblooded vampires, I took out a bunch of the grass before it was burnt. The last one which is specially saved for you.”
“Spitgrass,” Damien muttered under his breath, his vision turning heavy along with his breath.
Isaiah laughed, a smile coming upon his face to think it could be this easy. He had thought he would have to fight the man and beat him up until he would fall weak so that he could inject the liquid into this pureblooded vampire.
“You know, this is why you shouldn’t hit people as you wish. When things come around it can be quite a bitch.”
“Or quite a witch,” Damien said, his back leaning against the wall so that he could take some time for his body to adjust or get worse.
“You beat me with that barbed wire and I now have a bruise,” said Isaiah, his lips trembling as he touched his face where the mark laid, “Kissing the woman I LOVE!” he screamed now.
Damien felt his heart pounding. This was not good, he thought to himself while hearing the black witch scream at him, “The nerve you have with that pompous attitude of yours. Once your heart gets corrupted you won’t be you anymore. You will be dead before you even know it because we all know…we all know that creatures that don’t run along with the norms don’t deserve to be here.”
“Says the one who turned from a white witch to a black witch. I still think you are pitiful. Forcing the woman you claim to love by pushing her into a corner. If I had the opportunity right now, I would not only beat you up in barbed wire but will also hang you from the tree using it.”
Isaiah sat down on his heels, to meet Damien by his eyes, “You can keep hoping while I watch you die by your own cousin’s hands. I will just be a man who had no idea of what happened who came to aid while you will be long gone.”
“Is that what you dream of?” Damien asked him, “If not let’s do it,” Damien stood up on his feet, feeling his heart beating loudly in his chest.
Damien placed his hand on the wall, his breath coming out to be harsh and his blood rushing up through the veins which he could feel right now. It was always the same process before his eyes and his body started to take over through the corruption of his heart. Lately, handling the corruption had been hard. There were times where he found it hard to control his urge to rip up people’s bodies or the urge to drink blood until the very last drop that remained in the body.
“I heard that the potion had reached your house but unfortunately it never made it to any of your family members or you. How lucky,” the black witch tched, enjoying the pain which was reflecting on Damien’s face right now.
The nerves had begun to pop in on his face, moving quickly from his eyes to move to his temples. The color of his eyes turning pitch black and his fangs turning thicker in size, so did his nails.
“How are you feeling?” Isaiah questioned him, hardly concerned. Damien’s plight was bringing joy to Isaiah who took himself to lean against the table. Damien felt his breath turning short, his heart clenching as if someone was trying to squeeze it.
His head had started to pound, the headache turning higher with every word that the black witch spoke, “Why don’t you come here and I will let you know,” Damien glared at the man, baring his fangs at him.
