Chapter 30

Her head hurt really bad, like a strong headache jack hammered through her brains. It wasn't her head alone; her legs and other parts of her body were not left out. She was drawing near into reality, but the pain seemed to push her farther away from her true self. Who was her true self? The half-dead Divina or the powerful witch who just got her ass kicked by the Lord of the Vamps?
Pain wrecked through her frames, sudden twinges of spasmodic torture found its way through her body and soul. However, she could feel something easy beneath her, a gentle mattress or something different.
Her eyes still blurry, fuzzy, and heavy, like her eyelids weighed more than her face.
She tried opening them, but it seemed as if her lids were locked within her tears. She needed enough fortitude to get her eyes opened.
Gathering the little ounce of strength, she had Divina blinked. First it was as blurry as usual then it began to materialize.
The room was small and dingy, it walls coarse and lackluster. It wasn't the wall that caught her weakening attention but that piercing odor. The smell was strange but familiar. Alcohol- it should be. She was really on something soft, and her head had been pillowed perfectly. Excruciating pains still flowing through her veins she rolled her balls trying hard to get a better picture of the room. Divina made a doleful groan to get the attention of anyone in the other room and there he was walking towards her speaking softly
"Shush . . . you need to rest," he said while he stroked her forehead gently like a caring father. She tried talking but she couldn't make any coherent words.
"You need rest Divina you are weak. Everything is fine, you are going to be alright soon," She wanted to communicate so bad that she began groaning again.
"Hey, hey, take it easy you aren't strong enough. You need to heal naturally Divina."
She couldn't groan anymore; she was so weak that her vocal cords could hardly vibrate. There wasn't any other option left. She drifted into a relieving sleep again. This time it was blank.
Divina had gathered enough strength to speak. It' had been three days since the attack against Blackclaw. Kane had been doing a decent job of protecting her and taking diligent care of her.
"My Mom, you really need to get her,"
"Trust me, you are safe here,"
"I'll be safe with my mother not you," she said harshly.
"You’re welcome," Kane said as he walked out of the room furiously.
Divina remembered her mission. It had been over twenty-four hours and Blackclaw wasn't dead, and Kane was still breathing. She hadn't achieved anything.
Mom would be worried sick she thought. But she had to focus on the threat at hand. Kane. Killing Kane would be much harder than she thought. But why would she want to kill the person who had saved her from Blackclaw? She didn't have any choice but that would be after recovery.
"Do you have the sword?" she bellowed after him.
"Beneath your mattress," Kane answered.
Divina was quick to raise the right side of the mattress and there it was the acclaimed powerful sword. She wondered why it didn't have any effect on Blackclaw. However, she wasn't sure of that. Her attack wasn't with the sword and even when she launched it at him, he was able to dodge the weak blow. How was he able to know the name of the sword if it wasn't lethal to the non-humans? Vamps were always deceitful.
He must have read my thoughts. She thought. Divina blamed herself for not giving it a proper shot.
Even if she did, the result would have been the same. She still lacked the understanding of how the sword could become part of her. That dream, the old man, ice, everything was just on the surface. She needed more than just a dream to be able to wield the sword. The lady vamp in the hospital never mentioned that. Did she expect her to kill Blackclaw without being prepared? She felt like she had already lost the battle.
He is the Lord of the Vamps, the leader of the wolves, what was she thinking? Then her agitated mind drifted to the Lady vamp in the hospital. She didn't know who she was, but she took orders from her.
Whoever she was, she wanted Blackclaw and Kane dead. Not just dead but dead within twenty-four hours. Was she a manipulative bounty hunter? No. She didn't want Blackclaw and Kane dead, she wanted Divina dead.
Why would someone send someone like her, an in-experienced witch to kill the Lord Vamp and a wolf? It was a death mission and she fell for it. That was the cost of being in-experienced, immature, and foolish. A stranger pushed her to her death, and she was so smart to fall. Divina had a stern stare sitting furiously on her countenance. She didn't notice Kane when he walked in.
"Why the stern face?" he asked casually.
"Nothing," She replied coldly.
"You can always talk to me," he said in a kind voice his facial features softening.
"Yes, like you aren't the cause of it all,"
Kane didn't anticipate that reply. He was at fault here definitely, but Divina shared the blame.
"What do you get from putting everyone in danger?" she asked him.
For Divina, the line between rage and sobriety was very thin. Kane couldn't say anything. Like he was tongue tied.
"Are you happy with this? Everyone around you dies, do you like it?" Divina was on the verge of bursting into tears. Kane began walking out slowly, when he was a few millimeters away from the door frame he answered.
"We don't choose who we are. We only live our destiny,"
Divina now hated the word-Destiny. It made her feel like she had no control over her life. The thought that her life had been pre-destined even before her birth made the idea of living for herself impossible. She had to live for someone else, something else, a mission or a goal. That was the time she thought that her power was a curse. Too much thinking had its effects on her health. The headache was on the verge of returning, she had to get some rest. If only to stop her raging thoughts.
Again, she drifted into the only world she knew best. A world she could walk into perfectly, a universe she could control perfectly.