For decades Highland Academy has trained soldiers to haunt the vampires that plague the City of Cresthill but when a grave mistake threatens their school and everything they've built, Eden - a huntress - is given a chance to save them. All she has...
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C H A P T E R F I V E ·𖥸·
The rebellion didn't stand a chance against the terror that had breached their fight. Five top tier vampires who looked like they could rip them into pieces, all in less than a minute.
Eden stood up, wincing as she caught her breath. Her first instinct was to retreat from what had now become suicide, but the creatures would never allow it. No, they would slaughter them, chase them down until every last one of them was dead.
The harsh realization sent chills down her spine and she watched as faces grew pitiful, sturdy stances ruptured and everything came to nothing as they braced themselves for what was now certain death. But just before the massacre could begin, the most unlikely thing happened. The vampires begun to fight amongst themselves.
It was Julian and the veiled one vs the traitorous mass. What was even stranger was that they weren't fighting like they normally would. Instead, they used the weapons of the fallen Rebels, moving like mere mortals and wailing alike. If Julian couldn't see, the two men would have thought they were fighting an army of hunters.
They didn't give the veiled one vigorous attention, mostly focused on Julian; yet he wouldn't back down like any sensible person. Even if it meant losing his life, he stayed defending Julian to the bitter end.
Eden watched this, her eyes dilated with shock as the vampires fought. As for the veiled one they just swamped him, rushing him one after the other like a thousand hunters he couldn't shake off.
But when it came to Julian, It was absolute mayhem. The treacherous vampires quickly grew tired of the games and gave it their all with him. Their speed blurred most of their movements as loud snarls and guttural noises came from their tornado of rage— hinting a struggle, the only other evidence of their fight being dents in the walls that came by the second accompanied by flitting objects and splatters of blood.
The rebellion had already shifted out of the violent creatures' way, shunned. Eden couldn't even tell who was winning, everything too vague to manifest a victor, but it was remarkable that the two exerted beasts were still at it.
With the chaos they were causing, The Rebellion quickly realized how off their calculations had been. There was no way they could have won against Julian and the other, not without help. And that was proven true as the treacherous vampires finally subdued the lunatic.
Instantly, a gust of wind pelted Eden. She took in a sharp breath. One of the creatures was standing in front of her; his long hair taking moments to settle as he stared, eyes like deep black pools of nothing. No essence, no luster, just complete emptiness. He was terrifying and what was supposed to be a charming smile on his face was nothing short of twisted. It was a face Eden would never forget.
He took the gun she'd picked up and in an instant, he was back in front of Julian. He shot twice into Julian's heart and tossed the weapons aside. Then, before Eden could understand what was happening, he and another vampire restricted Julian's arms and drew his feeble body in front of her, offering a stake.
Her stupefied brain reawakened at this. Since when were vampires on their side? No, something wasn't right. But a fog so thick was clouding her judgment, a seething rage that encircled her as she stared at the creature.
It was he who caused the pandemonium they faced. He who caused the untimely death of her friends and almost took she and her father along. So why couldn't she? After all, vampires and hunters alike, killing was in their nature. They might have fallen prey today, but they were indeed hunters, always had been and always would be. He was nothing more than an insignificant freak of nature, so what was the worst that could happen?
As Eden gazed down at his open chest; that had pushed out the bullets and healed, she was seduced. All she could see was the wicked smile on his face as he gave Logan permission. And all the fear, anger and hatred made her snap. She didn't even think as she grabbed the stake and raised it. "This is for Amara and all the innocent people you have killed."
"Wait! NOOO!" Specter screamed as she plunged it into Julian's heart.
It was over.
Though death didn't come easy to him, the man accepted his fate. He gazed down to the plague discomfiting his chest and did the oldest thing. He smiled. And as it drained the life out of him, turning his warm olive skin into pasty white flesh, Julian fell on his back and stared up at the night sky, his features softening and his breaths coming in slow and steady heaves.
He didn't fight it, didn't cry. In fact he didn't say anything as the stifling darkness pressed in from every direction... but just when it was about to engulf him, his eyes widen, like a bad memory, pushed to the surface.
His once soft features hardened in realization. His breath became quicker , his body trembling as panic washed over him, and he gasped, tears rolling down the corners of his eyes and then he cried out something in a hushed whisper Eden struggled to grasp.
