222 - Two In One
Valerick pulled Zezi against him, his hands shaky as he pulled out the stake and tossed it away. His heart had already broken long before he even got here; something had repeatedly nudged against his chest and told him that it would lead to this.
His body trembled with grief, rage burning in his veins. The web of darkness spread rapidly beneath his skin, his eyes dark hallows with endless depoths, while his fangs elonged and in a swift move, despite how illogical it was, he sank them into her neck.
He pulled away, his lips coated in blood, the metallic liquid dripping down his fangs.
“Zezi?” He begged, his voice barely a whisper. But he got no response; in fact, it didn’t seem like anything was happening.
He heard a quick movement behind him, and he quickly turned to Lord Rosil, who had just gotten there. At a glance, she understood what had happened, and her eyes filled with sympathy.
“My condolen—”
“Do something!” He begged, his grip around Zezi’s cold body tightening, as he turned to Lord Rosil on his knees and under the pouring rain with tears streaming down his face. “I order you!”
“Your Majesty—”
“Please!”
“She is dead.”
“NO! I turned her, that is why she is no longer breathing, s–she is not dead. BY THE BLOOD, SHE IS NOT DEAD! Not yet, not my Zezi.”
“I can only heal, not bring back from the dead, and you cannot turn the dead.”
“Like a child at the feet of his mother, I beg you. I will pay the price, whatever it is. Just do something! Anything, please.” His voice broke. “Please, I haven’t loved her enough to lose her yet.”
“I understand your grief, Valerick, I have lived it,” her eyes misted with tears. “And that is why I know the limits of my powers. I cannot heal the dead, forgive me.”
A moment of silence passed between them, and his teary eyes fell on Zezi’s still body once again, the deep cuts that his fangs left behind that have still refused to heal. “Will you look at her, at least?”
Defeated, Lord Rosil cut her palm using a claw, then she finally crouched opposite Valerick with Zezi’s cold body between them. Mumbling words underneath her breath, her eyes fell shut, and she touched Zezi’s injured chest only to yank it away in the same moment.
“One is alive,” she said sharply. “It is strange.”
“Then we must hurry!” He was already standing up, carrying her along with him. “What do you need—”
“It doesn’t feel like a wolf,” Lord Rosil stood up too, her voice stern.
“I turned her,” he replied hurriedly, although his words lacked the certainty he was desperate to convey. “That is why.”
“It doesn’t feel like a vampire either. You know the only one that can have this type of power. He is weak now, let us kill him while we still can, she will want this. If we don’t, then she would have died for nothing.”
“She is not dead!” He snapped. “We will heal her, it has to be her in there. She has much to live for, she won’t leave me, she won’t leave—” His eyes finally landed on Gwen, who had crawled her way to the bats and now had them in her hands, shivering from the cold and stained with mud. The cries of the babies reached his ears and for the first time he seemed to notice them; notice it all. More warriors were arriving now, and they were tending to them.
“Heal her quickly, we are running out of time!”
“At the condition of a bloodoath, that if she isn’t the one who is alive, you will kill him immediately,”
At the point of the healing process, it would be possible to know which one of them survives.
Valerick had no luxury of an option.
He made a bloodoath and with Lord Rosil’s blood, the healing began.
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