Third Person's point of view
There was something in his eyes, something no one could decipher but the violent, uncontrollable anger could never be mistaken. That's exactly what Benjamin felt, probably even worse than that, but beneath that rage was the fear and concern that stood imprisoned in his blazing hazel gaze as he ran faster than he had ever in his life.
He tried so hard not to have a single thought, nothing at all he promised but that wasn't possible. He couldn't halt the lucid words choking his mind, brewing more rage than he fancied. He couldn't help remember everything Allegra had told him. He still couldn't believe his little witch could be dumb enough to sacrifice herself all for the damn and worthless Hybrid. It was impossible and utterly enraging to even consider. He didn't understand that kind of love.
For the rarest second, the scar torn between his eyes twitched alive, giving birth to an insur
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Third person's point of view It all happened like a fucking damn nightmare to him. Everything playing over and over before him. For the first time in his life, he didn't have the foggiest idea what to do. He held unto her frail body that was slowly turning cold. She was bleeding profusely from her eyes. He wiped off the blood stained line, pulling her closer to his chest, not even having a single thought graze by. He was in a different world at the moment, a serill place where nothing mattered, just her... only her.** Cameron's point of view "What??!!!" I heard my own voice echo. "She's dead!" Darla repeated again, trembling as she touched Davina's lifeless body. "She isn't breathing" Rhona was immediately next to Esther, her slender hands falling on Esther's body as she inspected it
Davina's point of view We had cleansed the clearing field for the ritual to get rid of the dark energy that is soaked in the earth, even black crystals were placed around to absorb all negative energy that'll interrupt the ritual. We had every needed requirements for the ritual and that includes Gretchen's remains which was now in ashes as required for the rituals. 24 black candles were arranged symmetrically around the field, 12 red candles formed a ring of circle at the center of the field, it's flames forming a powerful shield, 6 sacrificial birds were in a salt circle having runic symbols in a salt circle, black sand was spread around Gretchen's ashes, 20 white candles were held by he Coven witches representing their magic, spotted owl feather dipped in our very own blood, the phoenix stone from mother's box was at the center of Gretchen's ashes, allowing the Crescent Moon's magic shine on it, Cameron's blood as the Alpha Magnus descent
Mitch's point of view I swear we didn't see it coming. None of us did. This wasn't supposed to happen, not today. Not ever. I ran fleetly on my paws. My heart literally attempting to jump out of my chest as I tried to pick up her scent and tracks. Everyone was scattered around the territory and even beyond. We had help from some Alphas and their warriors. Our Pack's best trackers capable of tracking the most impossible was at work. I don't even know how long we've been at this already but none of us were about to give up. Never. I can't possibly imagine what Cameron must be going through at this second. But it wasn't good. Even from miles away we could still feel the thundering growling of the Alpha. The Pack borders was a destruction. The earth had been in ruins. Enormous lines of cracks dividing our land. This wasn't supposed to happen, at least not to her. I raced back to the Pack with no
Benjamin's point of view I struck a boot in the puddle of their own blood that had formed, flowing endlessly around. The vile leech was still alive. He was still breathing. I strode over to his motionless state watching his sockets twitch in fear and desperation. I couldn't blame him. Even I would cringe at my own state and appearance but I stopped caring a while back, and the last piece of sanity that glued me soundly together was gone. Davina was gone and I have to find her. It was more than a duty as her Guardian to me. I crouched down to his almost lifeless state as my magic kept eating through his heart. He was choking on his own blood, well that was a given considering the blood of so many innocents he had fed on. The leech before me was a vampire from the Blood Stone Coven. We were presently at North Carolina, we still haven't found her yet, but we found some of Darwin's creations.
Third person's point of view It was the dark hour of the night. The night's air was deadly and crisp, and just like every other night, he couldn't feel the coldness of the night. He moved haughtily across the long lonely hallways of the west wing, men of vulgar strutting behind him. He gaited rather slowly, as if counting every step of his or practicing in a fashion walk. After numerous turns, he arrived at the lonesome solar within the castle. It door creaked open, it's prolonged sharp sound alarming the night. Darwin marched with superiority and power screaming through his veins as he neared the king size wooden four poster bed that stood at a corner of the chamber. The woman standing beside the well-tugged velvet curtains and her subordinates gave a long bow to the man,now sitting on the edge of the bed. The average height woman strutted forward, closer to him. Darwin's mar
Davina's point of view I shook awake, I didn't know how long I had been asleep. I could hear the furious growls of my tummy. I felt awfully weaker than usual. There were two guards from earlier in my room. As soon as my eyes found theirs, they bowed. Clearing their throats. "Dinner is in five minutes" was all the dark tall guy said, and then they left. As soon as the doors clicked close from outside, the phone on the center table rang. That phone was certainly not there earlier this morning. I picked up the call, bringing it to my ears. "I sent a special gift. Do well to wear what I picked out for you" I recognized the disgusting voice. Darwin's. "And why should I?" I choked out, feeling the pains growing at the core of my stomach. I felt his snicker from the other end. "Tonight's dinner should go extremely well. Don't you think so? I promise I'll be on my meekest behav
Davina's point of view I knew I felt awful. Growing pains in the pit of my stomach, nasty headaches and murdering pain from the rune at my back and even worse, the Amnell ancestral mark on my wrist burned badly. I earnestly have no idea what's happening to me, it's as if there's some kind of war going on within me. I wiped off the beads of sweat on my face, carefully and cautiously detaching the last metal bars off it's hinges with the pointed edge of my scissors. It did come in handy. I channelled my focus from the biting pains in my stomach to the work at hand. I was almost done. Ever since Darwin apprised me of his idiotic plan in turning me into a vampire, I lost the last strain of calmness I had and my patience went down the drain as well. I can't just sit still and wait for Darwin to take away my humanity and mark me. I had to find a way out of here. For days now, I've been working on the barred window of t
Davina's point of view I bit my upper lips, biting back the pain that stung my knuckles. I stared blankly at the cracked mirror in the attached bathroom of my chambers, then briefly at the cuts on my knuckles. "Excezerra ver arouz" My eyes glued on the slightly opened cut, hoping it will magically get healed. But it didn't, instead I was greeted by the excruciating pains in my tummy. It was getting serious by the day. I drove my focus to the cracked mirror, I kept mumbling slowly, my gaze and utmost focus on the cracked lines. I concentrated, I pulled my hands up in the air, my lips moving fervently as I desperately tried to use whatever magic in me to have it fixed back and looking anew. After several minutes of trials, I groaned in desperation. Frustration and impatience, becoming a plight of mine. I still couldn't understand what has been happening to me this past days. Ever