CHASING ASH (GXG MAFIA) BURN THE DEVIL SEQUEL

Chapter Six

Carmilla leans back into her previous position. "You missed a spot" she professed. Jane raises her brow to indicate for Carmilla to elaborate. "You should have put one of the explosives in my office if you really wanted me dead, Jane" she adds, Jane's name laced in contempt on Carmilla's tongue, its tone sending chills down Jane's back.

Jane bites the inside of her mouth, nibbling on the skin in front of her bottom lips. "That still doesn't explain it, the whole house collapsed in front of my eyes" Jane persists as Carmilla stands up to tread towards the window overlooking the car park.

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7 February 2017

"Genevieve, don't piss me off right now. Bring her straight to the basement, I will deal with her myself. I want you and Cole out of the house after, I don't need you or him disrupting me" Carmilla orders sternly, her voice intermixed with a rage she's never felt before. Carmilla smacks her phone across the desk in front of her, watching it shatter against the wood as an infuriated yell leaves her body. She uses her arms to rest against the table, her head leaned over as she stands. "Fuck!" she shouts, her swear prolonged as she kicks her foot against the foot of the desk.

Bang. "What the fuck was that?" She doesn't have the time to react before a sudden burst of flames shatters through the walls of Carmilla's office, thrashing her body against the glass window behind her. Placing her arms over her face, Carmilla protects her face from the second explosion that smashes the glass that is keeping her trapped in with the dancing flames. A loud thud of Carmilla's body hitting the snow in the back garden echoes along with the sounds of glass and screams wailing into the dusky sky above her. Fighting against the urge to let her body rest on the ground, she coughs away the thick black smoke that is threatening to strangle her. Carmilla lifts her body with her arms, painfully crawling away as the burns on her forearms tingle and sizzle against the cold air. She lets out a wretched scream as she tries to lift her leg up to move, the twist of her knee stopping her from using them as a method of escape. Trickling blood on the snow makes Carmilla stop in her attempt to get as far away as possible as she lifts her hand up to feel the glass shard that sunk into her neck, keeping her from bleeding out. With her breath shallow and exasperated, Carmilla resumes her crawling, her nails digging through the snow as it reaches the grass beneath the layer of the now red tainted snow. A helpless grunt escapes Carmilla as her vision begins to be disrupted by black dots immigrating from behind her eyes.

Survival kicks in as she lifts her melted arm up to her face, smacking her cut cheek to wake herself up. An echoing cry causes Carmilla to shoot her eyes open again, the owner of that voice being a person she knew quite well, Cole. Carmilla pants at the sound, relieved that at least one of them seems to be alive, her eyes blurring for a brisk moment as a tear rolls down her blood-soaked cheeks. A dark shadow envelops her as the walls collapse, leaving the home a mere foundation with little walls that survived the havoc, the once palace now an image straight out of the Roman destruction. Carmilla spreads her arms out to evade the rubble heading her direction, moving her body inches away from a plank of wood that dug into the ground beside her. Carmilla aims to further herself a little more, but she is not budging. Her ankle is keeping her from doing so as it stays glued to the cold floor. Once the cloud of dust and rubble clears, Carmilla tilts her head back to see a rusted metal rod laying on top of her ankle, trapping her, keeping her refrained from moving.

"Come on, you can do this" Carmilla motivates herself as she lifts her arm to reach her leg but the twist of her abdomen awakens a fire in her body. The blend of her dislocated knee and the impaled glass in her neck makes twisting her body an excruciating ordeal. A deep growl releases from the depth of her lungs as she places her hand under the heavy metal, using all the remaining energy and force in her body to lift it up to slide her foot to freedom. Cheered tears spill over Carmilla's cheeks, stinging the open wound on her cheekbone as she moves her soon-to-be bruised ankle. Without waiting to find out what else could collapse on her, Carmilla resumes her escape, keeping her slow but steady rhythm to the side gate at the back of the garden.