It was time.
The blood moon shone high in the midnight sky, casting hues of crimson on the clouds that marred the horizon.
Mikaël sighed and knocked on the mahogany door, merely out of politeness and nothing else. The vampire pushed the door open and stepped into the dark room. The figure of a starved Gabriel sat hunched at the edge of the bed, elbows propped up on his knees and face buried into his hands.
The sight was truly heartbreaking if you took away the grave offense the German military man had committed, but the aggravating circumstances proved lethal.
With a deflated tone, Mikaël called out to the frail vampire "it's time Gabriel, any last requests?"
The hunched figure kept silent for a moment before looking up and Mikaël almost cringed at what he saw.
Skin was a ghastly shade of white, an almost sickening pallid tint, cheeks caved in from starvation and cheekbones protruding heavily. But what struck the vampire most wasn't the pale complexion or the frail posture, it was the dead eyes filled with hate and rage that struck him hard.
Gabriel's eyes, normally a vibrant grey that pierced through one's soul were now reddened and puffy, black circles lined underneath. It was a sight that spoke of a fate no one should endure but Gabriel had brought this upon himself.
"Tell Iris, I will find her in another life if I don't survive this one" the German man spoke cryptically not even glancing towards the man that was there to escort him to his demise.
Mikaël furrowed his brows. Clearly the blonde man was delusional if he thought he'd face something other than death tonight.
The dark haired vampire led Gabriel down narrow hallways weaving left and right throughout the compound. The German soldier knew where they were headed.
Mikaël parted the heavy oak doors to reveal the elder council, minus Asha, sitting facing the pit. Even though The lights were off, he could hear the angry growls emanating from the darkness.
His already pallid complexion paled even further as reality struck him. Gabriel had no hope of surviving this, he won't see the light of day again. He won't see his beloved iris again. This...this was the end; all because of that stupid blonde.
Bashaa was the first to stand and welcome Mikaël and Gabriel. His voice was calm and collected even though you could see the pity in his clear steel irises.
Gabriel snarled at the display in front of him. He might die tonight, hell he might already be dying from how weak his body already was, but he refused to be looked down upon with pity. So the man straightened up his posture and put a defiant smirk on his face.
Mikaël lead the man down the stairs and into the pit, expecting the man to struggle or run for his life but it seemed as if Gabriel had resigned himself with poise, anticipating this outcome.
Once the iron gates were sealed behind him, Gabriel walked to the center of the pit as if he wasn't staring death right in the eyes. Mikaël stared wide eyed as the vampire that seemed broken just moments ago, faced his death with open arms.
The growls grew louder with each step Gabriel took, the white eyes that shone in the darkness told the German soldier everything he needed to know. There was half a dozen of them, growling and snarling as they surrounded him and Gabriel knew he couldn't fight his way out of it. His fate was sealed with the blood of that blonde and her elder girlfriend.
He heaved a sigh and tugged at the simple metal cuffs that bound his wrists together, as if that would hold a vampire. He scoffed and tore the offending cuffs from his wrists. Even in his weakened form these cuffs were no match to his species' strength and speed.
Mikaël shuffled closer, ready for anything that the blonde man would try but he was taken by surprise for the second time that night. Instead of trying to fight off the lycans, Gabriel had ripped off his form fitting black shirt and khaki pants, kneeling down with his hands behind his head.
It was merely seconds before the beasts had pounced. Gabriel had promised himself he wouldn't scream but when chunks of his flesh were being ripped from his bones he could no longer hold it in.
His screams of agony bellowed and echoed filling the dark pit now smeared in his blood. He screamed until one of the beasts had come forward and clamped its bloodied teeth into Gabriel's trachea, as the beast pulled the soldier's airway out with a ferocious yank, the man gurgled in his own blood for a brief second before his eyes dimmed. He was no longer a part of the living.
The Elder Council solemnly stood and exited the room, the air hanging heavy with the smell of blood. The lycans, having had their fill of tearing through flesh and bone, had made their retreat and nothing was left in the pit but the mangled remains of a carcass and Mikaël.
The onyx haired vampire stood there at the edge of the pit looking down at the remains. He felt nauseated at best, the flesh had been torn messily from the bone, the ribs exposed and cracked, the airway clawed from within the thoracic cavity, a portion of the left lung had been ripped out and lay in a masticated monstrosity a few feet away from the body.
With a disgruntled sigh, Mikaël made his way down whilst trying to avoid the smears of blood and guts decorating the walls. As he got closer to what was left of Gabriel, he closed his eyes at the disturbing brutality up close and shook his head. But without further ado he knelt and began to shuffle the body into a body bag ready to be shipped off to his clan Crypt.
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Iris had everything set, all she needed was to get the witch to come through with her promise of breaking the bond. With the payment and the necessary supplies, the raven haired vampire stood at the witch's door.
Circe Redd opened the front door to her house already expecting the vampire to be standing at her front steps. The day was here.
The brunette lead the vampire towards the basement just like when they had first met. Nothing had changed except now, right in the center of a pentagram lay an altar of some sort forged from cold shining black marble.
Circe instructed iris to lie down and undo her shirt and the vampire obliged. She could hear and sense the witch moving around and brewing up her potions. It wasn't long until Redd had walked up to the altar where Iris lay and handed her a bowl. The mixture was an odd combination of reds and blues and purples and its smell was utterly ragged but iris drank it anyway.
Circe moved to pull a satin cloth from the shelf, in its bowels was a dagger carved from mystical bones, it's hilt wrapped by the finest hand stitched leather. Encrusted within the bone was a brilliant sapphire gem that had the depths of the galaxy within it. Iris had to swallow the lump in her throat. A nod from the witch told her it was already time. Circe dipped the blade of the bone Dagger into Sekhemet's blood and once she was done, she turned to iris and began to murmur ancient enchantment.
The soft whisper steadily grew in a crescendo, louder more powerful, each syllable pronounced loaded with the power to rip you from within till all that remains are ashes. As the chant came to a thunderous close, Circe expertly plunged the dagger into Iris's heart.
The walls seemed to shake as the witch withrdrew the dagger and let it drop to the altar. The blood that once was a deep crimson, now a tar black, pooled under the blade.
Circe moved across her basement floor, gathering the blood that Iris has brought for her recovery.
The witch soaked the wound with blood until the tendons and ligaments began to heal. Once she knew the process was under way, she breathed a sigh of relief. Forcibly breaking a sire bond was dangerous business and more often than not, people rarely survived the process.
As the stress of immediate death had wore off, Circe moved the blood bag up to Iris's lips, forcing the fluid down her throat.
Once the vampire had regained minimal stregth, she pulled the bag closer to her lips and drained it instantly. Then another and another until iris had drained over half of the stock the mercenaries provided her.
Once the blood had been drained and the more critical gaping hole in her heart healed enough, iris laid back panting heavily, her eyes strained against the ceiling.
"It's done" the witch announced, voice full of confidence yet barely above a whisper.
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Alex was stuck again, paralyzed in this darkness she knew so well but everything felt different this time...
She couldn't feel the image of Gabriel haunting her and Asha's voice wasn't begging her to come back, but the air weighed heavy with the smell of death that the blonde knew exactly what was coming for her.
The blonde was petrified, she didn't want to die. Not like this...She wouldn't get the chance to tell Asha how she felt about the redhead, she wouldn't be able to redeem her reaction towards the vampire.
Vampire...
Even now the word seems so foreign, so unbelievable that Alex has to wonder how no one has ever stumbled upon such creatures. Or maybe no one lived to tell the tale?
The thought scared her but if that were the case then why was Gabriel to be executed? Asha had already told her that draining a human is against their rules but was the vampire only trying to pacify her or was it the truth?
Author's Notes: I promise this will be worth your while if you keep reading. Don't get pissed at me Because this is not as anticlimatic as you would think XD