Chapter 39

No, this cannot be, she thought. I can't die at Blacklaw’s hands. She looked up and saw the wear vamp pulling his short sword back to thrust, however the sword fell from its hand as something struck his throat. Kane intervened. He tore through the neck of the were vamp in one strike while he axed down another. They were vamp fell to the floor. Clutching its neck, unable to breathe. Divina sealed the strike with a bullet straight to the head. Blacklaw’s followers were really in for it. The world returned to normal: she didn't die. She turned around and saw Kane facing him. She stood up and waved her hand to him.
Divina shook the pain in her shoulder away and found her sense of dread easing. She forced herself to place those thoughts at the back of her mind and charged at the nearest enemy. Pounding at the vamp's head with her hilt.
Vanir and a werewolf moved to the center; the remaining vamps were forming a defensive circle around one wounded vamp. He buried a knife in its skull. Then he screamed, he began to swing his axes around him. Slowly the enemy was forced back. Divina ran into another vamp with her sword. She fell on top her opponent and repeatedly stabbed its stomach until ashes alone were left from the body of the vamp. Then she noticed that her father was pinned against the wall by two vamps.
"Not my father you imps," she said under her breathe.
Divina leapt to his aid. Plunged the enchanted sword into the first enemy's back and threw him to her side. But it was too late, the second vamp turned from the pinned Aiden to Divina's waist. A quick reaction allowed her to dodge the strike and she buried the sword into his heart. No, it wasn't too late for Aiden.
"Are you okay Dad?"
"I have never been much better seeing you," Aiden replied. The vamp which attacked him had claws, during the grip they dug deep into his shoulders and his ribs.
"You are weak now,"
"Behind you!"
Divina sliced the head of the coming vamp with her left hand even without looking back. Another vamp was onto her. She was running into the heat of the battle when she heard Aiden shout.
"Your mother did train you well,"
Divina smiled. That was the first time she did so in a long while. With much momentum under his belt, he stuck the knife into the throat of the vamp which was on her. Suddenly the darkness within the compound churned into activity, boiling within a purple cauldron, and ascending the walls like a wrath of gloom.
The center of the compound split open and out of it shone a pure while silver light. The silver burst into sparks of lighting which crackled and arrowed far up the walls of chasm. Stone and dirt broke loose from the walls as a mysterious tempest rumbled, shaking the whole earth. Divina stumble back from the rim as the air snapped with a sharp blast accompanied by a blinding flash of light, the ground shuddered with great violence, Kane, Vanir, Divina, and other vamps lost their balance. Divina fell sprawling into the dust and dirt. An eerie wind fanned out from the abyss and the sky was awash with darkness greater than the night. Divina hadn't expected an awesome display of her powers. She clutched the earth with distress as the sky exploded with another peal of thunder and the earth shrugged her as it would a stray insect. She could feel the fur on her back bristle, the whole air was diffused with the evil symphony of rain and thunder sounding like countless spirit voices. Out of the wind, trumpets and the palming thunder came a clear but vicious voice.
"LEAVE THE WITCH FOR ME,"
It was the evil witch-Amy's sister, Divina's aunt. Divina wondered why someone would perform strong magic just to prove that she was superior. She should have been a good teacher, an incredibly good friend. But since she chose the path which seemed right to her, she became her foe.
If there was any time, she needed the sword to do its wonders, it was then. The voice of the old man in her dream came to her.
"Don't use the sword as a weapon make use of it as an extension of yourself," she told herself.
Divina raised her sword, her sweaty hands on its hilt, and a gun in the other hand. She shut her eyes, directed her thoughts strongly towards the weather. She didn't have magic, she was magic. She summoned the thunder, fire, and rain to it, and it was so.
A strong beam of vague matter guided itself from a whirlpool above the tip of her sword. She felt the power run through her from the sword down to her legs. She had never felt anything like it. Everyone had stopped fighting including the vamps just to watch the display of powers. They couldn't deny that they were in awe of it. Even Kane and Darren who were in the heat of battling each other stopped to watch.
The spectacle ended when Divina launched her attack. She pointed the tip directly to her killer. She dodged it and a guffaw escaped from her aunt’s mouth.
"You come to battle against me with magic meant for Babies?"
She stretched her evil hands to her and within two heartbeats she was crucified to the wall.
"Freon seilb rhyiad!" Divina bellowed and, in an instant, she was free from her hold. Divina had never been so proud to say her magic spell out loud. She launched another attack towards the evil witch, this time around without the use of her sword, jus the Dirk in her hand
"An eower Houbit" She bellowed, and she aimed it directly at her skull. The 22-inch dagger traveled its way down to her, but she dodged it again, she launched its attack an heard her shout CRACIAN EN SKUULE! And it came directly at her, what was it? She couldn't see it until it hit her. Divina was down, the battle was onto another level. Invincible arrows. The arrow had travelled through the troposphere of magic straight into Divina's chest. She could feel it piercing through her flesh, cold fresh blood, gushing out of her chest-soaked in. Her blow had been successful. It was now time for her to launch her attack. Her mother had always told her that witches had their weak points. A secret gem or something. But she didn't have any. Maybe that's why she was referred to as Magic and not someone who had magic. She managed to stand up, still holding her chest that flowed in the tide of blood. She mustered all the strength she could get and ran towards her; she maintained her ground as Divina hit her chest, she pulled off the gem from her neck in an instance.
The evil witch giggled.