Aftermath ✧ Sebastian Sallow

chapter twenty

She is a Fire by Cradle of Filth

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Sebastian's Perceptive

The smoke was thick across the sky as we exited the catacomb. Anne. My feet started moving before my mind. I needed to get home as soon as possible. Feldcroft was under attack. Anne was in trouble. 

The air was cruelly cold against my skin as I rushed down the trail back to the hamlet. But it didn't matter, I couldn't stop until I knew she was safe. The dark smoke grew like fog further down the trail. Screams began to fill the air the closer I got to the homes. There were streaks of blood everywhere. The walls of homes, the front doors, and the carts of food were all littered with pools of blood. The curdled screams were bringing my blood to a boil. 

Goblins everywhere with blood on their hands. 

I couldn't hear the words leave my mouth as I cast spells at everything in sight. All I could feel was the rage coursing hot in my veins. I didn't care if it hurt them, I wanted them to feel the pain, they ruined everything. They were burning everything down in sight. 

Finally, a familiar scream pierced through the air. 

Anne. 

Blinded by fear, I ran as fast as I could towards the sound, fighting through the dark smoke filling my lungs. Past Soloman's home and into the garden. The pumpkins and leaves were spattered with blood already. 

My skin was crawling as I finally found the skinny brunette among the wreckage. Anne was even smaller than the last time I had seen her. Her face was sunken and weak. She was alone, no one was protecting her. 

The goblin in front of her, looking cruelling down at her, hungry for more blood. 

"Imperio"  

The words flowed so naturally from my lips that I barely felt them. My vision filled with green as I looked through the goblin's eyes, focusing my anger and rage, into the spell. Issuing the command and then returning back to my own mind. But as my vision came back to my own body, there wasn't a goblin standing over Anne anymore. 

It was another girl. Her raven black hair fell around her face. Blue eyes faded into the sickening green hue. 

It was Amelia that was cursed, not a goblin. I cursed her. 

Her haunting green eyes stared directly at me.

My body couldn't move. The smoke was drowning my lungs and I couldn't breathe anymore. I needed to move, but my body wasn't listening. 

Amelia stood completely still, glowing green eyes looking unforgivable into my soul. I watched the command come to life. Her arm raised slowly against her as she calmly put the dragger to her throat. 

I tried to scream, but nothing came out. 

The river of blood flowed violently down her neck as she continued to drag the blade across her neck, without any reaction to the pain. It looked as simple as tearing a piece of parchment as the dragger dragged through her skin, the muscles, and the veins like there was nothing that could fight against the sharpest of the blade. Her eyes never left mine as the blood began to flow from her neck.

The blood didn't stop. The scarlet was bleeding down her sides, covering her clothing, drops landing on Anne that remained on the ground under her.  

Amelia just stood there staring at me, neck opened wide, green cursed eyes beaming haunting.