*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh's POV*
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"What now, Princess? It's so sad to witness you being unable to do anything to save yourself. Don't worry. Damien will spare your life for last." The ugly witch taunted me, and I just laughed maniacally at her.
Who the fudge is she kidding?
"Oh, wow! Thank you. That's so sweet of you to worry about me. Truly! Now, should I begin to kneel, beg, and worship the king? Oh, I forgot, I cannot kneel. Why? Because my knees were under the ground already. Very funny! I'm on my knees! It's so funny. My veins could pop by laughing my ass off. Haha! Pathetic." I replied with the highest sarcasm I could offer her, and I saw how her left eye twitched in annoyance because, of course, she was not impressed.
Then I suddenly squinted my eyes as I felt pain on my left thigh like a blade cut through it, and I could hear the slashing sound together with the spurting of blood. And my eyes widened in shock when I saw my blood running through the small channels on the floor, heading to the stone table.
Oh, no! This is bullsh*t!
Where's my mate? She should go to a safe place, away from here, where they can't find her if ever Damien could make it.
Damn, I wish I could protect the people important to me—my family, my friends, and my Pryce.
I gripped my thigh where my big wound was to stop it from bleeding, and I could feel my vision turning darker as I knew I was about to faint.
I know I can finish this mess. But if I die again by giving everything I have now, at least, my loved ones will all be safe. The world will be safe.
I'm ready. I should be.
Let's get the monster out.
Before I could close my eyes to set my mind on doing one dangerous thing, I noticed the sky was getting darker, and the clouds were covering the moon. Shouldn't the moonlight be an essential part of reviving the king of a**holes? What's happening?
Then I looked before me, and I wondered why the flow of my blood on the canals stopped like there was a line of white pigments that prevented it from flowing before it could even reach the stone table. Is it salt? Sugar? Snow? No? Who did... That?
"What the fudge?" I cursed when I saw both my hands fired up, and I presume my witchiness is back. How?
"Blair, get out of there! Now!"
I heard someone yell with a familiar low, raspy voice, and a particularly big lightning bolt hit where Hera stood near the stone table, but her force field blocked the attack, making the lightning bolts strike everywhere.
What is happening?
Then my mouth hung open in awe and shock when something big and heavy dropped from the sky, and a part of the concrete ground I was stuck in broke into many chunks.
Woah! A vampiry werewolf falling from the sky and punching the ground is so fudging dope!
I'm free! At last!
"That's an awesome superhero landing pose, Babe! A perfect score! Thank you for coming back on time." I told the beast, who got quite a hard time kicking off the debris out of my way.
"No problem, My Love! You're welcome! Now, get your ass off working." She winked at me and turned to face the angry witch before us. And I quickly built around us a force field to block any attacks from Hera.
Hello, my witch powers! Good to have you back! Fudge those runes!
"You! You are going to pay for this!" Hera furiously belted and is about to send us a ball of energy that looks scary as sh*t. Strong gusts of wind are also starting to surround her, and I could feel the power from her aura is on a higher level.
Then I suddenly felt another aura, but I recognized that it was familiar, making me smile. She caused this sudden change of weather, eh? I'm glad my cousin is here to join the fun. This evil witch got powers equivalent to three witches, and we are three here also. Then I guess it's a fair match.
Hera surely looked so disappointed and vicious now, and we need to give her a fight she has never experienced before.
"Care to share your plan now, Cupcake? If... if there is any?" I asked my mate, and she slowly shifted into her human form. Why? She's vulnerable in that state! Not to mention the mad, bad witch is about to strike some crazy force on us.
"Bite me, Blair." She ordered, raising her left hand while holding my right one, and I snapped my head right to look at her with my baffled face.
"Why?" I asked, looking straight at her electric blue eyes, and I gulped when she glared at me, saying, "Just do it!"
"Geez, fine." I agreed and brought her hand to my lips and kissed it first before I took a bite on her wrist. This might hurt a little. And yes, I need blood to recharge as a vampire. I'm exhausted as heck, so I indeed need more power to defeat Hera and her army of werewolves.
The sweetness of Pryce's blood running in my throat sent an insanely amazing sensation in my whole being. It's been a while since the last time I bit her to have a taste of her blood, and it's always been my favorite out of all. It was the time our bond started, yet I was clueless as hell about this mating stuff. I'm certainly so lucky to have found her in this lifetime of ours, and I will do everything to keep her safe, even though I have failed her so many times. We should get through all this mess, and we will get married and live happily for a long time.
As my mind went on reminiscing about some hot stuff, I heard my mate moan, which intensified the pleasure I could feel. Then I hastily opened my eyes only to see her biting her lower lip while the pain was clearly painted on her face. And I could feel the pang on the same wrist as her now.
I better stop. I had enough. No, I can't get enough of her, but I don't like the thought of her hurting.
I licked the bite marks I caused her, and it healed quickly.
"Thanks, Sweetheart!" I said and sensed she shifted into her vampire mode.
She lightly nodded her head in response and did a fighting pose after picking up the silver sword on the ground near my feet that Hera used to cut both our flesh earlier.
"You know what to do, Blair." She told me, and I looked at her with my blinking eyes.
"The plan? What was the plan, Babe? You haven't told me." I answered, and she stood straight with a look of frustration on her pretty face.
"You did not use the opportunity to read my mind when you bit me?" She asked, whispering while her face shows she knows I didn't. And I shook my head in response. "No. I didn't."
"Ugh, what the...? What should I expect?" Pryce cursed and asked out of nowhere, and she held my right hand and put it on her forehead to let me read her mind.
I sheepishly laughed and did what I had to do. Well, I just wondered why there are no attacks coming from our enemy. What happened to her?
I looked at Hera and saw she hadn't released the force she was about to strike at us. And the enemy seemed to wonder why she couldn't do anything other than have a mini-tornado circling her and her dead son's body. Where is her boring human-eating concrete ground anyway? Running out of power? Or did she get bored with it, too? Either way, she's going to eat sh*t now.
I closed my eyes to see what my mate wanted me to do, and I smirked at how full of knowledge her mind was about witchcraft. Heh, mine isn't even a pint of if, and I call myself a witch? I'm ridiculous. I better take my witch classes more seriously soon. Well, I didn't freaking know that a charmed salt could make one witch unable to use her power outside of the circle of it? Very clever idea! That's awesome! My mate put salt around the enemy earlier in a flash. Oh, there's one thing I could say: my girl has it all.
When I finally knew what plan Pryce had in mind, I opened my eyes and looked at her, and she said something in her mind, "I know you can do it, Blair."
"I'll try, and I'll do my best," I replied, and I let her hand go to begin doing a thing I have never done before. And I do hope I could do this right.
It's time for this witch to pay for what she has done.