*Blair’s Point of View*
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A familiar painful yet rejuvenating sensation made me hastily open my eyes, and I noticed that all I can see is darkness. But surely, I already have opened my eyes.
"Fudge it!" I cursed in surprise as I had carelessly sat up, and my face met a hard surface that made me lie down on my back again while rubbing my forehead. I will undoubtedly have a bruise because of it. Bruise? No way.
Where the heck am I anyway? Wait... What happened?
Puzzled, confused, and all other sh*tty emotions, I tried to touch my surroundings and hoped that I could find answers. Why can't I see? Am I not in my vampire form? I think I am. I still have my wishing necklace around my neck.
While I am trying to recall the events that could have happened before I got here in the darkness like I am inside a very unreasonably narrow space, I panicked. Fudge, is this a coffin? No. Why would I be in a coffin? I'm not dead. Well... Not really. Not totally.
Then, I flinched as I heard a spark and saw a small, very bright light that quickly disappeared near my head.
"Electric charge? From what? Lightning?" I muttered in bewilderment, and I blinked my eyes multiple times as I could slowly see something, more like... recalled something from my long-term memory.
Wait up... Lightning. Yes, lightning! I was hit by one. There was a lot of lightning. Lightning that has killed a lot of... Were... Wolves. Werewolves. Oh, sh*t!
Remembering the events that had occurred recently before my vision turned black, I yelled, "Pryce!"
And quickly, I found myself somewhere familiar. Out in an open field and it's deep in the night.
As I felt drops of water on my head, I looked up at the sky and noticed that the rain was pouring so hard, making all of the surroundings blurry. The darkness of the night is not helping at all in making me see properly. But, thankfully, I can see a bit clearly because I am in my vampire form, uncontrollably. Or maybe... I was really in my vampire form earlier.
When I remembered her again, I tried to look around me to find everyone else. No, she was... Hurt. I was hurt. Where is everybody? Where is she? Where are the monsters that want to kill her? And, no, she is not dead! She... Where? No.
As moments pass that I am battling with my thoughts and memory, I could feel like my system is shaking in fear that I don't know where it came from, maybe from the feeling of repudiation from the truth. And, no, I am not accepting it! There is no fudging way that she is gone!
I turned to look at the large dead tree on my right and to the smaller living one on its left, and I walked near to the living tree as I noticed that a big branch of it had fallen to the ground. It's freshly ravaged by the great energy from the upset sky that has woken me up.
But wait... What has the branch fallen upon? Grave? It's a grave! No. Graves. Oh, my!
Then I froze in place as I read what was written on the tombstones, one of them was cracked by the branch, and I don't want to think that I am seeing this sight properly. My mind must have been messing up with me. No! This can't be! She is not dead! I am not dead!
Using the strength that I have in my body, I lifted the branch that is on our graves, yet I can barely move it. And I tried to use my telekinesis, but still, nothing has happened. Where is my super strength? My powers? I am a freakin vampire and a witch! Why can't I use them? Though I teleported just a while ago, I can't do it again now. Why?
Maybe my energy was drained? Probably.
Now, I badly need to drink blood or just any food. But, Pryce... she must be down there. I need to get her out. I need to save her.
Desperate in fulfilling my mission of moving the branch out of my way, I tried biting my wrist to get a taste of my blood, but I couldn't get any. I have no blood? No! Why? Oh, maybe that's the reason why I cannot use any of my powers. Definitely.
I tried to look around me, and I finally got a sight of something, no, somewhere that could be the answers to my hungering whole being. My house. Yes, it's my house!
Then I looked back at the tree before me. Now, this is weird. I haven't seen this tree here before. Hmmm.
I left my inexplicable concern alone and tried to close my eyes to think of arriving inside my home and straight to the fridge where my blood bags are stored, but I frowned in dismay as I found myself still on where I was when I opened my eyes. Under the heavy rain and hungry as fudge.
And, I went running since I had no other choice. My super-speed is also out of order. I am just so miserably useless. My Pryce could have been suffering down there, and I need to get her out as soon as possible.
When I finally arrived at the porch of my house, I tried to open the door, but I couldn't. Who fudging locked it?
Then I tried banging and kicking it so hard, but still, no progress.
Thankfully, my dumbness made way for my starving stomach, and I looked under the rug to find my bunch of spare keys that I have hidden here. Not safe from burglars? I know. But, who is laughing now in victory? No one. Because, hell, I can't find it anywhere here. Fudge, where the f*ck is it? Who freaking touched it? This is making me furious as heck. I need food!
When I felt myself about to cry because of feeling so much hopelessness, I got the sight of the woods near the lake. Maybe there is something that could ease my thirst there. Just a bunny, perhaps? Or just... Anything edible.
And I decided to run into the woods to find anything that I could use to make my ninety-nine problems be solved.
Luckily, I found movements near the bush at the entrance of the woods, and this could be it. The answer to my hunger.
I went near it, hoping that it was not a poisonous and venomous snake, and I slowly moved the leaves and twigs to get a sight of what was beneath it.
When I finally saw it, I felt gloomy as I saw a family of wet quails that had run away when they got the sight of me. Poor birds. I can't kill one. Let alone their diligent and cherishing mama.
Mama. Yes, I have a mother—the Queen of the Northern Witches. But, I don't know how to get to her. I can't teleport.
Oh, the tree! Yes, that enormous dead tree! There is a portal there to the witches' dimension and straight to the palace where the queen could be. I need to go there.
Then I hurriedly ran to the place where I and the love of my life were near buried. Oh, my mate, wait for me. I'm coming to you, my dear.
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I stood right under the tree where I remembered the way in and out of the witches that I knew, and I suddenly felt weaker than I could ever be when I remembered someone. A great woman. Margarette Kendall. Marge. The woman who raised me as her own daughter, when she had found me crying in my grave when I came to life after more than two hundred years from being born dead. She raised me even if I am a monster, like what everyone else sees and presumes. She died. No, she was killed. And I was not able to save her. I don't even know why I am suffering like this.
Where is everyone else from the war? My mother. My cousin, Sander. Alison. The Northern Witch Warriors. The bad werewolves. Where are they?
"Mom! Mom!" I called out when I tried to go around the tree and found no portal or any way that I could pass through to the other dimension. I am a witch, so I could just get in.
"Let me in! Anyone! Hey!" I kept shouting at the top of my lungs, hoping that they could hear me and would make way for me to pass through.
"Any witch back there, let me in! This is your princess, calling! Please! I need help! Please!" I cried out and felt like I was about to faint as I couldn't go on any longer.
"Help!" I muttered helplessly and fell to the ground while I could feel my knees getting weaker and weaker.
Breathing heavily and struggling with my vision slowly turning darker and darker, I got a sight of something in the hole of the trunk of the dead tree before me. Something white and moving. Furry.
"Hello, Mr. Bunny! Can you help me out? Don't worry. I won't kill you. I just need a little amount of blood—even just an ounce. Of course, that's a lie. But, you won't know. And, you can't say no, either." I greeted the creature, and it seemed terrified, but it can't run away from me because I am blocking its way. And, if he is going to run away, he will get wet because of the hard rain, or worse, be hit by lightning. Thankfully, the lightning earlier has struck that tree near our graves and not this dead one. It could be double dead by then.
The squealing sound of the poor bunny in my hold and the movements of his survival instinct made me think of me being who I was before—a ruthless killer. Yes, I killed a lot. Both vampires and werewolves. But... They are the ones dangerous to defenseless humans and other things. And, I am not gonna kill this creature in my hold. I need to live, too.
Then I finally took the courage to bite it and sucked the precious liquid that I needed. And when the blood of this lifesaver in my hold has gone through my system, I felt somewhat revived.
I quickly let my fangs go of its flesh. Thankfully, it is still alive. And, to stop me from craving for more, I wished on my necklace that has the Octavia's Crystal with the spell of the witches to make me be in my human form. In this way, I can still use my witch healing spell to give this bunny some treatment of his wounds. His blood cells will just regenerate after some time. What is important now is I can finally take my mate out of her grave.
"Thank you so much, Mr... No, Miss Bunny. Sorry. You may now go." I told my savior gratefully, and I released it back to the hole where it could be its shelter from this storm.
And now, I can finally teleport and use all my abilities, but still limited. I have no enough blood in my system. I need more. Maybe later. I know that there are lots in my fridge.
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When I arrived at where our graves are, while I am in my supernatural form, I moved the branch like it's just nothing, using my mind. And, I proceeded to kneel on the ground and placed both my hands above her grave to feel what is down below me. I need to feel her aura. Just any sign of life from her. Even just a heartbeat.
Finally, I closed my eyes to concentrate more, and I tried feeling anything from her again and again, yet there was none. No. Please, no. She can't be...
She can't be dead. Am I too late?
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