Yours Eternally

Chapter 14

Isiah grinned menacingly at me as he circled me. I tried to keep him between me and the door, giving me an out, but I couldn't. I was exactly where he wanted me. I glanced around the room in hopes to find something that could aid me, but there was nothing, just a useless ornate sword plaque.

Isaiah lashed out at me and I jumped back in time, starting to duck under his arm but he swing around and clipped me with the other arm. I stumbled and crashed to the floor, rolling to my feet in time to dodge another hit.

We danced around each other. It was similar to how Dimitri and I fought, but Isaiah was cruder than Dimitri. I was luring him towards the door, hoping to get him close enough to the sun to push him into it.

My hope was useless though, he knew what I had planned. He gripped my shoulder and tossed me like I weight nothing. I crashed into the wall, knocking down the ornate plaque as I fell. It took me a moment to get my bearings, Isaiah looming over me. I scuttled backwards on my hands, my hand brushing the handle of one of the swords. It was probably duller than my skates hidden in the garage, but it was something. I rolled out of the way of his fist barrelling down at me, scampering to my feet.

I swung the sword at him, making him move back. Isaiah tried to rip the sword from my hands, but all it did was cut his fingers off. He hissed and looked down at his hands. I used the moment of distraction and swung my foot up between his legs. The impact made him drop to his knees and I used it to my advantage.

I could hear Dimitri's voice whispering in my head as I swung the sword at Isaiah's neck, the dull blade breaking the skin. I pulled back and swung again, and again, and again. By the time the blade had cut through the bone and skin, I was panting.

I sighed and dropped the sword, clattering like a gunshot to my ear. A part of me felt like I needed to gag at the sight, but the other part of me was triumphant that I managed to take down a Strigoi on my own.

Another part of me started to laugh at the fact that a kick in the nads worked on a Strigoi. But I swallowed the laugh when I looked at Isaiah's decapitated head.

I wiped my face with the back of my hand and closed my eyes for a second when the door on the other side of the room creaked. I opened my eyes and saw Nathan standing in the doorway, a sick grin on his face.

"I didn't think you had it in you," he said as we walked towards me, blocking my path to the front door. He looked down at Isaiah and nudged his head with his foot, making it roll across the floor.

"You've underestimated me too many times," I said firmly. Nathan smirked at me again.

"I might have, but you can't bring a sword to a gunfight," Nathan said as he pulled a gun out from behind him. I took a slow breath and my eyes flicked from the barrel of the gun to Nathan's eyes. There was a sick joy that shone there.

"If I can't break you, I might as well kill you," he said with a shrug. I rolled my shoulders back and lifted my chin, not showing him any fear. If I was going down, I wasn't going to show him any emotions. Nathan pulled back the hammer back when there was a shattering noise outside, drawing both of our attention.

Mason burst through the door, a broken piece of glass in his hand. Mason ran right for Nathan, but he never stood a chance. Nathan raised the gun quickly and shot Mason. I used the moment of Nathan's distraction and swooped down and grabbed the sword, running at him.

Nathan turned with a smug look on his face and I rammed the sword through his chest, the smirk falling from his face.

"Good luck," I whispered bitterly while his hands grappled at the blade. I twisted it before pulling it out, watching him drop to the floor with a thud. I kicked his arm out of the way as I made my way to Mason, dropping onto my knees.