Cristiana takes a second – just one – to try and calm the panic in her chest. But the moment she goes to turn to face him, something strikes her. So hard in the back it takes the wind out of her lungs that she’d just fulled them with. At first she thinks something had struck her, but then she’s lifted from the ground, with wide eyes and sees the rod through her abdomen. Blood pours around it. She tries to reach, to fight his hold, swings the broken off table leg in her hand wildly and misses. “If you think – you’ll kill me…. and Thomas won’t kill you right back – you’re mistaken.”
There’s blood in her mouth. It muddies her words. But before she can say anything else, he let’s go, rips the rod out. She loses her breath again and clears a long stretch of floor in the air. Cristiana barely gets her footing again, one hand hover over the wound in her abdomen. She turns, and he throws her, until she lands in a heap on the floor three stories down. This time, she searches again, tries everything to get her bearings and get to her feet. She’s wobbly. No amount of witch blood can make up for that much blood lost. And there’s nothing around that looks like a weapon. Cristiana’s chest heaves and she tries to steady the rising, familiar feeling of helpless panic that won’t go away. If nothing else, she’ll buy time until Riley gets Thomas.
The entire front of his shirt is soaked in Cristiana’s blood. He feels it stick to his skin as he watches her tumble over and disappear beneath the level. He licks it off his fingers, where the blood dripped down from the rod as he held her in the air, and starts making his way down the stairs. But his path is blocked as he approaches another presence on the first floor.
A presence with striking red hair and a fledgling girlfriend somewhere in the area.
Before Haven can take another breath, he’s pressing her against the closest window with his lips pulled back across his face in an impish grin. “You’re in my way. Enjoy your bargain immortality for the next few moments before I get back to you. I have other business to take care of first.” It doesn’t take much strength. With a wind up and a kick, he sends Haven crashing through the glass.
Where were we, he whispers to himself when he turns on his heels and starts making his way down the stairs again. He can hear the thud somewhere out in the lawn, but his attention is already turned back to the matter at hand. Halfway down the staircase, he hurdles over the banister and lands behind Cristiana. “Boo.” He spins her around, grabs onto her shoulders for dear life, and buries his fangs into her neck until he feels a gush of blood flood into his mouth. The force of it, the rush of it, brings them to the floor. Before he’s had too much, he slides his fingers around her neck to replace his fangs.
His brief enjoyment of the fight is gone. As Cristiana punches him in the jaw once, twice, three times, his hand doesn’t move an inch as he squeezes her throat. But the punches do something to dislodge his grasp on anything else.
It’s more of a lingering sense than something that’s present. The fear... it’s like a smell. Traces of it left behind by fleeing souls from a nearly empty manor. Any vampire in the building, he can’t reach out and find with his magic. He’s almost completely alone with the one emotion he’s ever been able to cause. It fills him completely, becomes his own. Every nerve in his body responds to it as his magic binges on utter terror and loneliness. He jerks with a sound that’s a mix between a growl and a whimper as he tries to fight it, but his grasp on Cristiana’s neck only grows tighter. Memories of his brother’s stoic stature after getting hit and his other brother’s dying breath flood his mind like a dam’s been broken. He becomes the chaos that he boasts about keeping leashed and he thinks about what Noah Nicolai’s story could possibly be.
“Another family wasted. Goodbye, Cristiana.”
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