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Chapter 16 Preview Pete stills, fixating Vegas, his eyes so very black in his flushed incensed face. “Is that supposed to mean you spent the night with someone else, Vegas?” His voice is dripping icicles, so very cold.

#pete x vegas #vegaspete #vegaspete fanfic #Uhh-ohh #Did he or did he not?#And if he did how will Pete react?#you will find out on saturday

Sleeping Death

Claws...? To his feet? Submit.... His voice came like the violent crashing of an ocean wave to her mind, one she eagerly plunged into. His command came several times and with each repeat of his demand, she felt the pulling at her core, she felt the tugging at her soul, the clawing of the Lords magic at her body. A smile curved her lips, a smile of hope and boundless gratitude. Her change and the spell that hung in the air did not go unnoticed however... "Karel... " One leather clad violator spoke up as the other was face deep between the girls chest. His saliva may as well have been made of acid as each tongue lash felt more like a corrosive whip lash upon her skin. "What's this...? What is... Oh no you're not..." Mina panicked, just a few more second before she was free just- One of the men pulled a small vial from a pouch that clung to their waist, uncorking it. "You aren't getting off that easy." The vial was lifted to her face, pressed to the corner of her lips, though nothing was poured. Slowly, a sickly black, thick mist rose like fog from a swamp, creeping along her skin. It only took a matter of moments before her senses started to dull and numb. It only aided however to let herself be ruined by Zaelus' summons. As she was ripped through space she felt herself slipping and falling and before she knew it she found herself indeed at the Lords feet. Her blurring gaze traveled up his robe to look up at his face, her hand raising to grasp at him in desperation. "Z-.... Zaelus. I... I am so- so sorry I... But I... L-" The light of her eyes was eclipsed by the corruption of the mist that she'd inhaled, which was now spreading through her, coursing through her veins, robbing her of sight and hearing and finally of her breath. With the armor on her chest torn completely, the blackening of the veins around her heart could be observed. The arrow that was still lodged in her thigh sent more blood dripping down her leg to grace the new ground. The potion of sleeping death would not kill her, though it would surely appear as though it did, keeping her suspended between life and death indefinitely. Her body crumbled and her eyelids flutter closed, leaving the girl in the hands of Lord Umbralflare.

#Umbralflare #Sleeping death #uhh-ohh #sorry for the delay