Avenged

Isabelle

The rage remained there, everything else faded. The want of revenge that had turned into a storm and the need to see them die bit by bit.

The pale face of Alistair came into my view....No, he'd be the last one to die.

My eyes spotted the sight of Julian's bloodied face...He'd be the second one to die.

And then my gaze landed on Draven. The painful flashbacks of how he kicked my poor sister's fragile body, again and again, passed through my eyes, and Orabelle's agonized screams rang in my ears shaking my soul.

My fists clenched to my sides, the heat radiating from my palm gathering in my fingertips. The rays began turning intense as if one stroke of them could burn that monster into ashes.

But I did not want him to kill him easily.

He deserved to go through the same pain he had put Orabelle through.

Carter released Draven from his hold as he saw me approaching him, a mere surprise that remained beneath his eyes as he looked at me, or more likely my eyes that were now taken over by the bright blue glints, and the reflection of it became evident in Draven's grey eyes.

He rubbed his throat coughing as if he had come up to the surface from the drowning depth of the sea, and soon as he saw me advancing towards him the anger seemed to prompt within him.

"You fucking bitch....." He growled and attempted to grab my throat but before his hand could even reach me, I did what I had to.

Grabbing the same hand and shoving his body to the pillar, a sound of his bone getting broken was heard once I had grabbed his hand and another sound broke through once his body hit against the pillar.

A groan of pain slipped past his lips, the sight of Alistair and Julian's struggle to reach his brother went ignored as both of them were put back into their place by Kaden And Jason—Kaden who had twisted the dagger and slammed Alistair against the wall and Jason who dug a piece of the broken mirror into Julian's hand.

"How does it feel to be poisoned by the very same poison you used on your dagger to hurt others, Alistair?" I chuckled glancing at him.

He only looked at me wide-eyed, as though this sight of me was something he hadn't even thought of in his wildest dreams. As if I wasn't the same naive girl he thought he could torture and kill one day.

It was the unbelievable satisfaction that ran in my veins at the sight of his helplessness, he looked pathetic. Just as my dad had said--They were to receive pathetic deaths, their sins were about to be put to an end.

Draven got up, his one hand pressing against the lower side of his ribs and a hiss leaving his mouth before he decided to make the same mistake again and tried to attack me.

This time I grabbed onto his throat, the veins of his neck getting crushed underneath my fingertips and this time there was fear in his eyes. Fear for his life, a life that had nothing but vices and guilt committed all the way long.

He struggled to breathe as I put more pressure, my tightened grip stopping the blood rushing in his veins and leaving him paler second by second.

"This is how you choked my sister that night! How much she tried to struggle to stay alive but you did not show any mercy." I spoke through gritted teeth. The tears that gathered did not weaken me this time.

"She was only an innocent child who was brutally murdered only because she wanted to save her sister! You did not spare her innocent soul and kicked her like an object till her breathing stopped. You don't deserve any mercy!" I shouted and threw him against the same pillar he had thrown Orabelle years ago.

His body hit the surface and anguish filled sound left his mouth as his body slid down leaving a trail of blood against the bloodstains of Orabelle wiping away the memories of the past and painting it with his blood that I would love to remember the sight of.

Draven coughed out blood and gathered himself to stand up again, but this time there was no confidence present in him. The fear had taken over him and his feet didn't take any steps forward, they began moving backward as the terror began to swallow his existence.

"Isabelle, let Draven go," Alistair's words ended up in a hiss of pain as Kaden punched the side of his face and did not feel threatening anymore.

"Shut up and enjoy the sight, Alistair," Kaden taunted, "How does it feel to see your brother getting killed? Look at him, how close he is to his death."

The blood gushed out of Draven's mouth as he moved backward, the look of panic shading over his features like an obscure shadow.

I approached him taking long strides and grabbed his collar before slamming his head against the wall, the skin on his forehead tore open and the blood traveled down his face.

"This is for every time you kicked at my sister's ribs," I shouted before I let the ray from my fingers strike him in his very own ribcage, the sound of his bones getting cracked was heard and a loud howl left his mouth.

"This is for each of the screams of her that these walls of the bungalow have heard," I spat and threw his filthy body against another pillar, the impact made a splatter of blood from his mouth to hit the wall and he fell on the ground.

I could feel the skip in his breathing and the pace of his heartbeat getting slower indicating his demise that was no longer far away.

"If I could, I would have kept you alive and killed you again and again with the same pain you have caused other people but you certainly have special treatments waiting for you in hell," I spoke grabbing the back of his neck and forcing him to his feet.

The lack of balance in his body told it all, there was no existence of ribs in his body till now.

"Goodbye, Draven Giardini," And bringing at the tip of my fingers I let the strongest wave blow of the ray hit against his chest. The loudest and last noise of the night left his mouth and his body flew to the other side of the room landing right beside where Alistair was sitting.

There was no movement nor any sound, an abrupt stop in his breathing and heartbeats that made Alistair's eyes widen. He looked at the lifeless body of his brother then at me, the terror crept through the grey specks of his orbs.

There was a slight tremble in his breathing but they vanished under the harsh change in his reaction.

"Julian! Run!" He yelled at him and the injured Lycan struggled to obey his brother's command just like a puppy he have followed his brother for his entire life.

Julian used the last drop of his strength to free himself from Jason's hold and sprinted for the open door.

A satisfactory smile splayed on Kaden's lips upon noticing the mere attempt to save his life and in a flash, he was in front of Julian, a second later he had grabbed him by his throat and thrown him at my feet.

Terrified Julian's gaze slowly landed on me, and he tried to get up but before he could succeed forced his body down with my feet.

Carter passed me the sword understanding my intention and the moment I had the sword in my hand, I pushed it deep down his stomach.

The blood gushed out of his mouth and nose, the scream got suppressed underneath the flow of the blood, and a harsh interruption occurred in his breathing.

"How does it feel to have a sword pierced through your stomach, Julian?" I seethed twisting the metals that it could dig further into his filthy body.

An agonized groan emitted from his and his eyes glanced at the pool of blood that had gathered around him, each drop of blood leaving his body felt like the sight I didn't even know I had been waiting for to see.

Despite Alistair's continuous attempts he could not reach his brother and had to experience the horror. There was nothing but helplessness that destiny has bestowed upon them today.

The face of my mum flashed in front of my eyes and the sound of her scream triggered me to tear every bit of his skin, and withdrawing the sword I drew two deep cuts on his arms and over his chest almost wanting to pierce his heart until there would not be anything left but no.....

I wanted him to die the way he murdered my mom.

Wanting to breathe but not being able to do so, watching his blood leaving his body little by little but not succeeding stop it, slowly falling to death and wanting everything to end faster but the pain of suffocating and the anguish of deep cut drawn down the throat not letting the eyes to be closed.

He would have to face death but in the worst way possible.

"Can you hear it, Julian? The walls are screaming out your sins, the dark past you all have enjoyed with the sufferings of others!" I harshly pulled out the sword, his blood got splattered on the side of my face this time.

"Please....spare me..." His voice trembled as he looked at me, searching for the same mercy I had once searched in their eyes.

A bitter chuckle slipped past my lips, "This didn't come to your mind when you took the lives of hundreds and thousands of people? You couldn't bring yourself to spare those innocents whose lives you and your brothers have destroyed for your selfish motives!"

He opened his mouth to say something, to beg but before he could let out anything the rage overpowered me and I found myself slicing his sword with a swift move, and his blood hit the sidewall.

His hands flew to his throat and the tears slid down, the constant fight to breathe and his impure soul leaving his body with each heavy gasp for air he took.

Slowly his struggles began stopping, his skin turned pale and his pupils became still and calm. The blood flow remained there but no movements were there to be seen.

Another culprit was dead.....The end of another sinner was written with the last breath he took.

My stare moved to spot Alistair, the underlying pain behind his expression breaking through as the sound of defeat left his mouth. The same sadness and grief I had once experienced and still carrying the burden of were plastered on his face as he glanced at the dead bodies of his brothers.

It was then when his knees gave up as Kaden let go of his throat, Alistair dropped to the ground with his hands falling to his sides and the dagger still buried inside.

The blue color of his skin had stated that the deadly poison would kill him anyway even if I don't.

I stalked towards him dragging the sword all the way along before I dropped it beside him, he didn't even try to pick it up instead he only looked at me as though he was waiting for me to finish this.

"What did you get, Alistair? What did you get by running for the powers and committing wrongs for greed?!" I grabbed his collar and shook him vigorously.

There was no fight from him or any restraint. He seemed to have already accepted the defeat.  There was a regret I could feel coming from him and I didn't want it...I wanted him to fight back.

"Kill me, Isabelle..." He whispered.

"I don't want to kill you so easily, Alistair! You have taken everything away from me; My dad, my mother, my lovely sister, everyone! You had put me through hell and you expect me to kill you this easily?!" I shouted.

No response came from him, it was the melancholic look I hated to see because it stirred awake a part of the kindness I had vowed to forget for today.

"I know....and maybe it took me too late to realize the difference between wrong and right until death is in front of me," He breathed out, the blood slipping from his mouth expressing the results of the lethal substance he had by himself covered his dagger in.

"Watching my brothers being killed in front of my eyes for some reason stirred awake the soul I had destroyed long ago because of greed..." He spoke, "I know even my death can't bring the actual justice but maybe....after I die and pay for the sins I have committed I can ask forgiveness from all the lives I have ruined with my own hands."

I did not want the tears to fall....

I did not want them to gather in my eyes again, I did not want to fall weak again. But the truth was, at the end of the day I had lost those people holding the precious memories that remained in my heart, the chance to hear Orabelle's giggles and mom's scoldings whilst dad would try to save us every time we'd get caught whilst stealing chocolates.

I had lost the beautiful family and the most valuable persons who had once, made the whole world feel like heaven.

The tears, in the end, managed to slide down anyways, the grief became vivid....anyways.

"Why couldn't you understand this before ruining my life, Alistair? Why couldn't you just never take such steps to climb up the empire built on sand?!" The sob slipped past my lips and the tears slid down Alistair's cheeks too getting mixed with the blood and vanishing underneath his black shirt.

"There wouldn't be any Angels if there weren't devils. And my end was written in your hands and maybe that's the reason my greed for the locket lead me to my deeds." He spoke, struggling to breathe as he let out each of the words.

I couldn't bring myself to say anything, at this point the mental exhaustion had started taking over me which made me unable to think anything else.

I pulled out the dagger and a loud gasp escaped his lips, but there were no signs of protests from him. He was sitting there with his head bowed like a culprit surrendering at the end of a long battle.

I pressed the edge of the dagger against his chest, for some reason my hand shook as the memories of Alistair stabbing this very same dagger into my dad's chest washed over me.

"Do it, Isabelle..."  Apparently, the voice of Alistair was all it took for me to stab the dagger into his chest, piercing through the layers of his skin and flesh and puncturing his heart.

With a heavy exhale from him in return and the blood gushing out of his mouth, I looked at the very same demon who had snatched so many years and opportunities from me but today he was living the very last seconds of his life.

The end of a very dark story that remained to cover a big part of my life, that had taken many pages away and left nothing to cherish in those periods.

With the tears sliding down my face, I withdrew the dagger before I thrust it back into that very same spot.

Slowly the dark shadows began emitting from every inch of his skin, the smoke that loomed around his body as his eyes began closing and breathing on the edge to fall from the high and stop forever.

And then his entire body froze turning solid as a rock and colder than those mountains covered in snow, he fell to the ground after taking his very last breath and his eyes closed on their own.

Death......

I had just written Alistair's death with my own hands.

Avenged my family's murder and all those countless innocent people who might not even know why they were killed for.

My feet moved backward and my wings began going back into my skin, the heat of my skin started evaporating, and calmness in the chaos seeped through.

I glanced at each of their now dead bodies soaking in their own blood. They were dead, I had killed them.

At somewhere in the deepest depth of me , there was this part of me that felt bad but not for them...but for myself. The fate that had put me to take the lives of these people, my hands that needed to be tainted in their blood.

The circle of life I had gotten stuck into, the revenge that could not be avoided but taken. The inevitable end for these people that I had drawn.

As I began losing my balance whilst the pain and sadness got the best of me, a hand slid around my waist pulling me closer to the family warmth.

"Shh....it's all over." As if Kaden exactly knew what was going on in my mind, he soothingly whispered and engulfed me in his arms.

"Why did everything need to end like this, Kaden? Why do I have to lose my parents and sister? Why do these tears and years of suffering were written in my fate? Why Kaden? Why?" I sobbed burying my head into my chest.

Everything around me started feeling lighter, my consciousness started slipping but amidst all these the pain was still wide awake. The reality I hated to accept.

He didn't say anything instead he held me tighter coaxing me into his warmth and letting his embrace wipe away the discomfort as I slipped into the darkness in his arms.