The woman stood in front of Elijah, her velvet gown looked like fresh spilled blood. She gave Elijah a smile and moved her hand towards him.
"I can't wait anymore, that scent of your blood is intoxicating."
She moved her hands and held him by his shoulder, moving her lips closer to his neck, her crimson lips parted and two sharp fangs appeared.
Elijah stood paralysed, surrounded by the dead or crippled bodies. His heart pounding with grief, guilt and terror.
A hollow ache pressed against his chest as he looked towards the fallen knight in front of him, her eyes stared at him in anger, her pale face, now without a body revealed her young age.
Time slowed, his legs trembled, not from the fear alone. But, from the unbearable weight of the deaths around him.
The sharp fangs reached him,
He wanted to scream. To fight. To run. But, all he could do was stare.
Suddenly, A barrier enveloped Elijah pushing the woman's face away from him.
She felt irritated and shocked for a second,
"Oh my, you got some pretty tricks"
She tried to bite him once again, but the barrier was still there, she slowly started to get angry and annoyed. The barrier showed no signs of weakening.
After a few more attempts she stopped and began talking,
She didn't knew that it was his rings and not him using magic, she observed Elijah's state and his blank stare, devoid of any hope.
"That barrier of yours, you should have used it earlier." She said in a calm tone, "maybe, these people wouldn't have died." She picked up the young knight's head and threw it towards Elijah.
The barrier didn't activate this time, the young knight's head struck Elijah's chest.
Elijah stood there, feeling the physical pain in his chest as the knight's blood soaked hairs covered her pale dead face, her head tumbled across the ground.
Elijah felt weak in his knees as he knelt and dropped on the floor, the pain from the strike stirr something inside him. His body was no longer paralysed, he felt shame, he raised his arms, blood from the ground covered his hands, pushing away the dead bodies around him.
This is not happening, maybe I am dreaming . Yes, it's absurd, this whole world doesn't make sense.
"It's just that this dream is too long, I'm sure it's a dream.
Yes it can't be right, this fantasy like world is all fake. I'm not Elijah.
It's just a dream."
He started mumbling, his thoughts were spoken out loud.
"It's not a dream boy, have you already gone mad ?"
The woman's soft voice reached Elijah's ears, he stopped his mumbling and stared at her with anger.
"Shut the fuck up! you don't know anything. I'm not living in this world. it's just a dream !"
"You poor soul, let me end your sufferings." The woman stared back, his tone filled with pity.
"I said shut the fuck up!" Elijah shouted once again.
He started slapping himself like a mad man.
The woman looked at him with pity and amusement, as she approached him.
Elijah's hands felt heavy, his cheeks started to bleed, but the dream never ended.
He became still, placing his bloody hands on his face.
The woman came closer and seized him by the collar, lifting him with effortless strength.
The ring didn't activate,
Elijah dangled in the air, limp and silent, like a puppet cut from its strings.
"Are you done with your petty tricks and tantrums. Now be a good boy and I'll end it quick." The woman spoke in an emotionless tone.
Her lips curled up, forming a smile and she bared her fangs once again.
She brought Elijah close and tried to bite him, the barrier activated once again, sending a jolt of pain through her fangs. Her face twisted, forming an ugly expression.
She threw Elijah on the ground as he rolled on the ground like a rag doll. The rings activated once again.
"You fucking brat, I'll make sure you die a painful death."
"…"
Elijah layed on the the ground, motionless, his eyes observing the lone crimson moon in sky.
I am such a pathetic person, It's not a dream.
These people died for me, and what I did? Just dismissed them as dream. How pathetic.
I already died once, so what if I die again,
What are you so afraid of ?
I am already a dead man walking,
If it's how it ends, let it end.
No!
If I'm going to die I'll kill that bitch, yes, I'll kill her, even if it's the last thing I do.
Yes, I'll rip her to pieces.
Elijah's heart was filled with anger, deep and pure anger, all other emotions vanished, his thoughts became still.
All he felt now was anger. His heart started beating faster, his eyes felt like they were on fire.
He stood up, took out his sword and lunged towards the woman,
"Another pathetic attempt." She scoffed at him,
"…"
The woman smiled and parried his sword with her bare hands,
Die die die you fucking vampire, I'll kill you,
Kill
Kill
Kill her
Kill her
Elijah's mind was stuck on a single thing as he kept attacking her,
"Such pathetic display, you are making me feel sick."
"Die you whore!"
"You!"
Elijah kept attacking her without any other thought, he was overcome with a single emotion of anger and rage.
Something inside his body stirred, as his blood started to leak out from the cuts and bruises on his body.
It seemed like his blood was starting to boil, his eyes started to turn bright red. His blood flowed over his sword, dripping on the ground then evaporating.
The woman's expression changed, no longer relaxed, she took a step back instinctively.
His speed suddenly increased and his movements became more aggressive, he held his sword in his right hand and closed in on the woman.
He swung his sword, it formed a blur in the air, a glowing sygil appeared before the woman as she tried to block the sword.
She no longer tried to parry it with her bare hands.
Elijah's sword connected with her arm, cleaving through the sygil and severing it from her body.
Thick and dark blood gushed out from the ragged stump of her arm, spewing into the air in arcs.
Her severed limb dropped into the blood-soaked mud with a sickening and dull impact, then it erupted into flames.