*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh’s POV*
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This. This feeling again?  How many times do I  have to feel this kind of ugly sensation within a day? Within this lifetime of mine? Why?
I don’t even know if this is real or is this the same as that bullsh*t illusion I experienced earlier. Yet this is more hurting because I feel like this is really happening in the real world.
I know I had seen this moment before, my mate being stabbed right in her chest from behind, and I did nothing to prevent it from happening.
I am always useless, and I call myself her protector? The goddess was mistaken in choosing me to be Pryce’s mate. I always fail to defend her, save her, and ensure that she's safe when I am around her. I truly don't deserve her.
I could barely hear the happenings around me, and when Pryce tried to speak, I looked her in the eyes. Her orbs changed colors from purple, red, and blue, but all I could see right through them was that she needed me to stay with her. 
“Don't... cry, My Love.”  She whispered, catching her breath, and I bit my lower lip to stop myself from sobbing while she wiped away my tears with her right thumb.
I felt my body become weaker, and the useless as fudge force field I made was gone. And I gently laid my mate on the floor while her head was on my lap. I just couldn't control my tears falling from my eyes as I hopelessly looked at her.
When my mind decided to think of a thing I could do that might save my girl, I whispered a spell and placed my right hand on her core to heal her insanely big wound. I tried again and again, but it just won't work as I guess I'm losing power, or I must be feeling too many emotions that hinder my proper thinking. Or it could also be possible that the spell that Hera used on the silver sword was irrevocable. I thought they were not going to kill her?
“Stay with me, please. Don't leave me again. Please? Pryce, Babe, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.”  I cried, looking at her face, and she just smiled at me.
“Don't be... sorry, Blair. I'll… I'll be fine. I'm okay.” She answered, can barely talk while blood is coming out of her mouth, and I shook my head in response. “No, you're not alright. I can't heal you, and I don't know why.”
She held my right hand with her left one and gently squeezed it. 
“I'm getting you out of here. We will go to a safer place, and---” she didn't let me finish when she shushed me. “Shh, no. Stay. We need to stop Hera. You need to stop her.”
I looked at the witch who was currently performing an incantation for her ritual for bringing that bastard of a man to life. And I noticed that the sky was getting darker, and the dark clouds were circling the moon, making its light only shine on the dead body on the stone table.
When my mate winced in pain, I saw that there was more and more blood coming out of her mouth and wound. And I know she's trying to fight the excruciating pain that she feels right now.
What am I going to do? What can I do? 
“Do… don’t… look at me... like that, Blair. I'm not... leaving you… okay?”  She told me as she warmly smiled, and I looked at her face and saw that her eyes were the color of red.
She brought my right hand to her lips and kissed it gently. And it made me cry even more. I balled my left hand into a fist, and I saw the fire was starting to build up. 
No, I shouldn't lose myself now. I should do something for my mate. We could have just teleported somewhere away from here, or we will go home. I don't understand why she doesn't want to. 
“Sweetheart, we need to do something about your wound. We need help. I need to---Ouch!”  I said but didn't finish when I felt something painful on my right hand. 
I quickly shifted my gaze from her wound to her face and only to see that she bit my wrist. Ooh, this vampire needs my blood. Of course!
I held my breath when she sucked blood from my flesh, and all I could do to help was clench my right fist to make more of my blood ooze out of the wound. I am willing to give her all my blood so that she would live.
Damn, I don't know, but I'm getting so fudging dumb lately. Or no, maybe my mate is just super smart. Yeah, I know it's the latter.
When she seemed satisfied, she stopped sucking and licked my hand clean from bloodstains. Then she gave me that look that says I should talk to her with only using our minds. 
I bet she has thought of a perfect plan.
Before we could begin with our telepathic conversation, the evil witch spoke loudly, “Oh, did I do too much to your beloved mate, Princess Blair? I’m sorry. I really do. But I know that Damien will understand why I ended her. It’s not going to be long till you meet yours, too. And I’m giving him the chance to do it.”
I was about to tell Hera to piss off, but Pryce said something in her mind, “Here’s the plan, Blair. I am going to---”
I didn't let her finish as I badly wanted to ask her something, lots of things. “Are you okay, Babe? Are you alright? Your wound, does it still hurt? Is it still there? Are you really okay now? What are we going to do? How can we defeat that witch? And also, there were over a hundred more and more werewolves there outside the wall of fire. What are we going to do? But first, tell me you are okay. Are you?”
“Yes.” She replied, and that was all she answered me, and then she was gone. She disappeared into thin air. 
Huh?
Where did she teleport to?
“Okay. Great plan, Cupcake. That is very nice. I know it will work.” I muttered, lost and clueless as heck, and I stood up to face the fangirling bad witch. And I saw that she seemed bothered as to why I am all alone here now.
“Excellent! I had never met a tribrid before who was as strong as she was. I know that Damien will be delighted that he now has her blood.”  She said, seeming like she was amazed at how my mate managed to live after the injury she caused her.
“Are you forgetting something, Hera? I'm a royal blood vampire, in case you don't know. And so she is. So there's no need to be surprised. And do you want to hear my thoughts about your plan? It sucks. Yeah, it does, on so many levels. And you are not going to succeed.” I uttered with overconfidence, and I looked to my left when I noticed that there were something like spears and arrows about to hit me. And there are also bullets, arrows, and whatever else coming from my right and from my back and above. But I made them all stop using my telekinesis, and I grinned at the witch. Then I concentrated on making fireballs with both my hands and sending them flying to melt all the weapons coming to me. Those attacks must be from the werewolves outside of the burning fence that I made to secure this area we are on. 
I know they badly want to join the party, but they have to wait for their turn... to die. No, not really die, but uh... never mind. It depends on my mood. Well, honestly, if something awful had happened to my mate, I bet they would have all died already. Ashes. Thankfully, the unstable monster version of me decided to stay quiet. But I really do need it to come out now. Where is it?
When I tried to send a fireball to the direction of where the unconscious body of Donald lies near the witch, about five meters from me, it only bounced off. And I was right that there is a strong force field around them.
I was about to take a step but wondered why I couldn't move my feet, and here she is again with her old, boring, ground-eating sh*t.
I tried to teleport out of the hardened floor, but I couldn’t.
Oh, no.
I snapped my head to look at Hera, and I saw how she raised both hands to her chest while she was still mumbling something I couldn’t understand. It's Latin, perhaps.
I tried to use telekinesis to move anything near me, but I couldn't. 
Oh, I know it definitely has something to do with runes and other witchcraft this selfish monster used against me. 
And hey, look! I just noticed that this platform I am on was filled with illuminating symbols that I would presume are runes that make me unable to use any of my witch power. Then there is blood all over the platform I am on that runs to the stone table through small canals, and it goes up to the corpse lying on it. Uh-huh. 
Damn, this is what my girl told me earlier that they will make us both bleed for our blood to fuel Damien’s new body.
I closed my eyes and tried to teleport again, but still, I couldn’t. 
What, wait, where the heck is my vampire powers anyway?
Oh, no! Am I out of it? Most likely. I mean, I don't know how many hours I was asleep and hungry, and just a while ago, my mate sucked some of my blood out of me. Then the amount of power I used earlier for this wall of fire was extremely the main reason I am out of everything right now. This is the end of me for sure.
Am I okay? Yes, I am panicking because, clearly, I'm all alone while there are like 500 werewolves out there and a supervillain right here in front of me; and I am powerless as fudge. Not to mention, Damien is about to rise. 
Now, I badly regretted why I didn't tell my mate to suck all of my blood and not leave even a single drop of it so they could use nothing.
I’m screwed here. This is absolutely going to be goodbye.
I'm so sorry, everyone.