The Heavenly Appeal {A Vampire Diaries Fan Fiction}

{21} The Beauty Of Avowals

Warning ahead, another complicated set of explanations. Let me know what you think and thanks for reading this far! - Her Lady

Chapter Twenty-One

The Beauty Of Avowals

=-The New World-=

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Under my laborious breathing for air, a snarl erupted somewhere further up the path, followed by a gurgling wheeze. I halted at my footsteps, leaning against a spotted sapling as I took notice of a small trail of blood inches from my feet. I did not forget about Ayana's spell that was initiated by my blood. How could I? The guilt for any harm it may have caused for the innocent was eating me away in the inside. I felt my eyes widen, my heart quivering slightly, at the sight in front of me. "Oh!"

A slim woman vulgarly straddled over a limp male, the skirt of her pale dirtied dress hitching above her bare thighs. With her hands firmly secured around his shoulders and her nails sinking into his clothes, possibly tearing flesh during her hungry daze for blood, she latched onto the crook of his neck. Her fangs were deeply buried within his tender skin, tangles of golden curls cascading down to the ground; it was the sight of a terrifying beauty.

I scuttled back when an animalistic hiss left her bloodied lips. Sensing my presence, she straightened away from her prey, her lingering expression of ecstasy tarrying her pretty face. Drops of scarlet smeared over the corner of her pink mouth and down to the point of her narrow chin. Grass green orbs glowed against thin veins of translucent red as she looked to me with recognition. "Yvonne?" I gasped.

My past mistress grinned maliciously. "Hello Heidi." Without another word, she suddenly towered over my shaking body, leering down with intimidation. I was shoved back with alarming strength, my spine slamming against the base of a tree and her hand tightly gripping the back of my head. "Twas nice to see you again."

A scream escaped from me when her fangs plunged into my wrist without warning, but only for a while. The moment she gulped a mouthful of my blood, she screeched in surprise and wrenched herself as far as she could from me. Once the predator, she now acted as the prey - the victim. Thick red liquid dripped from her chin when she staggered away, desperately wiping some of the evidence of her attack with her palms. "I-It burns!" Yvonne cried, ripping her sleeves with forceful rakes as she endured the pain. "What d-did you do to me?"

Panicked, I pressed the gaping wound on my wrist and kept at a distance. "I d-do not know what I did, b-but I had believed you to be dead. How are you alive?"

She growled in warning. "Lies! You have d-done something!"

Taking another glimpse of her meal, I stared at her in revelation. She had been turned by immortal blood, but by who? "Who is your sire?"

Yvonne irritatingly chose not to listen as she snapped, "Witch!"

It appeared that her hatred for me had not ceased even after her death. A smothered rustle of the trees nearby made me turn around, expectant for another immortal to fight. To my humiliation and fear, it was Niklaus that stood there with an irritated expression. He eyed Yvonne and I with slight interest. His clothes were different from the ones he wore during the feast, yet they were still tattered and bloodied like he had fought another opponent of similar skills. He found us easily, that it seemed as if he knew exactly where I was throughout the day. But that could not be so. He too should have been affected with Ayana's magic just as Rebekah was.

"Tsk, she made the move to kill you."

"Mikael," I blurted out tactlessly. "It is him. H-He is attacking the village."