Page 169 of Rebirth Of Order
I dig into his arm, using enough force to draw blood, but he endures without flinching, tightening his hold. “I–I–” My aura reaches for the crystal blade, but nothing returns. At some point, when I was glancing at his photo, it dissolved. Being too wrapped up, I didn’t notice its energy returning.
My vision is speckled with shades of black. The corners are darkening as my ears thud from the nearest vein. Ethan’s arm becomes slick with blood, but my nails continue digging in, forcing him to let go.
“I don’t care how the two of you did it; once you’re out my way,your mother’s next.” This isn’t a threat, nor a promise. It’s his conviction.
Shimmers of gold catch what little vision I have before he slams my head against the wall in two successful strikes, and my hands fall. My legs are limp from lack of oxygen, and my body jerks, searching for any source my lungs can inhale.
On instinct, magic pools over my palms, and its warmth mixes with Ethan’s blood, creating a dagger. I thrust it up into his ribs, slicing flesh and shattering bone, as a sharp pinch spreads along my stomach. He releases his hold and instead, places his blood stained palm against the wall beside my head.
Within my stomach lies the full tip of his spear. I splutter crimson liquid, glancing up and noticing an equal amount leaking from his lips. Heaving between breaths, I feel air fill my lungs, but it’s painless. His strike was clean, unlike mine. Yet nothing says he feels it as his golden red eyes stare into my hazel tones.
Embers of fading flames light a sea of painful reds. Tears line his lashes, and my own became heavy.
He’s beautiful.
I choke, turning my head down, allowing more blood to fling clear from my throat.Why…isn’t…he healing?“You–said, you’d–die–for me.” I cough between words. Instead of responding, Ethan places his head against mine, gripping the spear and yanking it out. “Fuck!” I wail. My legs buckle, but he is there to guide me down, holding me whilst removing my own weapon from his ribs.
Heat spreads around the wound, entering my stomach, and dances amongst the aura I feel growing. Sensing nothing and everything all at once. More coughing restricts my lungs from inhaling, but I fight, gripping his arm and enduring, noting his fingers clasping around mine as I lie within his lap.
We’re both losing blood, and at any moment…
“This will not stand,” a voice echoes within my mind. It’s not Ethan’s nor the whispering tone of Blaise, and before I can try making sense of who said it, pressure once again hits me full on.
Energy squeezes around my bones, pouring into my aura, and sends a frigid warmth spreading throughout. The light fades, and my head falls back. A weight lifts from my shoulders as darkness consumes me, and my heart ceases its beating.
I gasp, swallowing a lung full of air through the pain of this immense torture. Something heavy sits within my arms, and the dread of knowing what happened, forces me to swallow. As light clears the fog, I see myself lying within Ethan’s lap, stained in blood.FUCK!
Blinking, I call, “Ethan? Can–Can you hear me?”No, no, no. Not him. This can’t happen. I’ll accept death over this. Anything but this.“Ethan.”Twice today theBook of Bondshas commanded my sight. But earlier it wasn’t Ethan. It couldn’t have been.
Another blink and I’m back inside my body, hunched to the side and coughing. Turning back, I see the wrinkle along his brow tattle that it happened to him too.Fuck.I prepare to speak, but another force tugs at my aura, pulling me closer to him as gold and red energy springs from our bodies, rotating around us in a sparkling dome.
“What are you doing?” he asks, following the lights.
“This isn’t me. You’re doing this.” I try moving away from him when the pull of our auras lifts us into a standing position. The wound in my stomach heals, mending skin in a seamless line, and his mirrors mine.What the hell.
I feel pain, sorrow, regret, lust, love, and so much more. But they’re not my emotions. Snapping up at him, I meet those sparkling embers once more. Fear trembles his lips before miniature lines spread beneath his eyes. Dark, spider-like veins.
“You will never speak of this,” Ethan commands, before vanishing into a golden sigil along with the ethereal energy.
Dropping upon the floor out of peer shock, I gasp, panting from the otherworldly event. Confused, I see the bracelet sitting at my legs beside the turned photo from his childhood. I stare at the words written, knowing whatever happens from here forward that the vampire set on killing me is my eternal bond.Fuck.
Hey, big brother. I heard you got in trouble again for fighting. But I want to thank you because I know you were only protecting me from those mean boys at school. I know they say bad things about me, and mommy feels I should fight my own battles. Maybe you can teach me to be as strong as you when you return.
It’s been lonely here. Lexi won’t play hide and seek with me, but insists we read together. He has soooo many books. Yesterday, he let me color the pictures in one of them. I think I ruined it, but he didn’t mind. Here’s a flower I drew while he read a story to me after. Maybe in my next life, I could come back as a rose. No one hates roses.
I miss you. See you in three days.
XOXO Lily (Rose)
Chapter 40
The silence was too loud
CASPIAN
Emptiness ringsfrom inside her room, and I feel disgusted entering against Kyra’s will. But her thoughts broke every barrier I had in place, shattering them into un-mendable shards.
Yells of glooms, Ethan, and then…nothing. Silence. For a few seconds her aura was non-existent, and I returned in haste from a task Alex asked of me. I discover her body nearly bare on the floor beside a puddle of drying blood and her garments drenched in the liquid.
