Barrister Babu: One Shots- Until you Came.

Chapter 13: of Vampires and Werewolves [part 4]

A/N: My writer's block isn't so bad right now, so I thought of doing another chapter! Hope you guys like it! : ))

Anirudh's POV:-

A distant scream. I heard it as if a rabbit were being skinned alive right in front of me...

My heart thrummed in a nervous rhythm, threatening to spill out of the ribs that confined it.

Bondita. She's in danger. She needs me.

A tear slipped out my right eye before I whipped the path that led me to her.

I couldn't lose her again. I won't, not this time.

Bondita's POV:-

I entered the palatial residence, engrossed by the renaissance-style paintings hung over yellowed walls. The place must've been over a couple hundred years old, judging by the old royal vibe it cast around.

Around the time of the Originals' last era: The Blood Red Age.

As I made my way to the Lord's study, the route made clear by a map earlier, the air seemed to become heavier with a certain scent. The scent was distinct—of copper, metal and rusty old iron, yet fresh. What was it? Some old bottle of exotic liquor? The closer I got, the denser the air felt. I felt vomit rising up my throat but I tried my best to bear the reflux.

Flashes of a forgotten time came rushing back as I continued to inhale the metal in the air. I felt like I'd been in such a situation before...felt like I had faced this fear before. All of this...felt familiar in a strange sort of way.

Then...I saw it. It—a monster in flesh. Blood-stained clothes, jagged teeth, a grim aura- more grim than the gloom of a grim-reaper—I was made to face a dread I had never embraced before. It felt familiar, yes, but the trust and care was replaced by danger. It wasn't a curse on love, but the peril of a demonic stranger.

I screamed.

Screamed until my lungs ran dry. Screamed until nothing but coughs could be let out my throat. Screamed until I coughed up blood. I cried for help, I cried for Anirudh. His warmth, his protection.

"Anirudh...please- someone, please, just-" I said, my voice a cold whisper.

Terror had already claimed me, and now I felt myself fading away into death's abyss.

I now knew what I had lost.

I finally knew.

But what good was knowledge when I couldn't even tell him how much I loved him? How much I had waited for this moment? I had been given the boon of a new life, I was Bondita reincarnate.

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Flashback~

Fate hadn't been fair to Anirudh and Bondita.

Distinct humans—who had fought their whole lives for the lives of others, of werewolves' rights at a time when vampires ruled the earth, where humans were subjects and werewolves were beasts meant to be tamed, commodities with price tags, prizes at auctions—they had given up their privilege to build a better earth, to foster rays of true hope, to inspire peace and love.

Alas, they had been wronged by the very fate they chose to change.

Crude remarks were thrown at them in the streets they travelled, violence threatened when they desired for nothing but peace. Why are people so bad? Why don't they listen? They often asked themselves.

The men and women they tried to talk to had just one thing on the tip of their tongues—"we won't forget the year of ____,"

"those creatures are born of monstrous, beast-invaders,"

"they're evil, their mind is corrupted, we won't budge for your foolish peace!",

"tell them first!",

"our ancestors were tortured, we'll avenge our roots,"

"our culture, our society is in danger because of them, they're violent".

No matter how much Anirudh and Bondita tried, all their efforts were in vain. Hatred had tarnished their country, their motherland so deeply that nothing could change things. Maybe...until another life was offered to them.

"Pati Babu, hum kya karein? Chaahe jitni bhi koshish karlein, in logon ko kyun samajh nahin aata? Ek taraf ke logon se baat karte hain toh unhein lagta hai ki hum doosri taraf ke hain. Koyi shaanti kyun nahin chaahta? Is nafrat ka hal humein kab milega? Ab toh lagta hai jaise Dugga Maa bhi humse naaraaz hain."

"Sabr, Bondita. Sabr. Aur vishwaas. Yeh dono hi humein ek din kaamiyaabi ki or le jaayeinge..."

Listening to the sweet and kind words of her Barristra Babu, Bondita went to sleep. In her dream, she saw a perfect world—there was joy, love, hope, no hunger and no sadness. Everything was perfect.

Alas, she never woke up from that dream.

The enemy had put her to an eternal sleep.

One that she wouldn't wake up from.

Not until she was ready.

Not until the world was ready for her change.

Tark se hi fark padega, that was her motto.

Flashback ends~

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