The Bewitching Countess of the Villa Ersandmyne

Pg. 76

"Does she even know what kind of beast you are?" "She knows that I am a nightwalker but her knowledge of me stops there. She does not know that I am the nightwalker who is rumored to be terrorizing the towns and whom the people hide from. She does not know that I enjoy going from town to town stealing, killing, and causing all sorts of havoc." Valentina could stand it no more.

Looking at him with hatred she said to him, "She doesn't know that the man whom she sees pick up her son nightly, placing a kiss on his forehead as he puts him to sleep and calls her husband, is the same man who at night reaches into the windows of many homes to rip from the chest of children their hearts and as they are still beating in your hand you pierce them with your fangs to suck the blood before it gets cold but first making sure to lick the small trickles that ooze from the sides of it?"

As she was saying those words she wanted everyone to have a visual image of what he did as such she conjured a hologram in the air making sure not to miss out on any of the details she was describing. Those who had only heard talk about what he had done would now NEVER get out of their minds what he did. 

Everyone present saw the image of a small child being put to bed by his parents. Bartholomew's arm was seen reaching in through the window, his hand entering the child's torso grabbing his heart, and ripping it out of his chest. The child gasps for air, his heart beating in Bartholomew's hand, looking like a shiny red apple. He gives the child a last look to watch him expire before sinking his fangs to savor the hot blood of his 'apple.' After which he licks the trickles that are running down the sides of his fingers.  

Many had tears, others had faces of disbelief. Some had been there to testify but many had been there to witness his punishment and had only heard stories and some of them were made up stories and she wanted them to know the truth. She had not only conjured the image but she had also added 'sound effects.' 

When he pulled the child's heart from his chest the sound of broken ribs could be heard as well as the gasping of air from his mouth. The sound of the beating of the child's heart and as Bartholomew sank his fangs into it before it diminished beating could also be heard loudly throughout the crowd.

The council of Elders could see that the image and the sounds of what Valentina had placed were so graphic that many not only had cried but had turned their faces from the image or placed their fingers in their ears to not hear the gasping of the child and the laughter of Bartholomew as he enjoyed watching the child's soul escaping his body while he feasted on the heart.

Magnus was not only proud of his granddaughter but he was astonished as he didn't know their abilities could reach as far as he was noticing. He knew they were special because of their conception but he never knew how wide was the control they had on their skills or abilities.

How they alone could have learned how to control and use them for good and not for bad. He had known that their abilities would have been great but he thought maybe they would have been faster, or been able to do other things that night crawlers do but only at an exhilated rate it turned out they could but besides that, they could do a whole lot more.