Eros' back made contact with the wall, the blade thrown from his hand onto the floor.
Cupid saw her chance. She grabbed the blade, and ran to the other side.
Her feet moved quicker this time.
"Get back here!"
Cupid didn't turn back. She kept moving. She stopped, almost falling down. Her eyes caught the front door, and she let out a breath of relief. She made her way to the grand stairs, and ran down. In the corner of her eyes, she could see Eros, whose face now showed his cruel anger. Cupid kept running down the stairs. Too many steps.
A scream.
Cupid didn't realize it came from herself.
And she barely had the time to realize that she was falling down the large stairs.
Her body was tumbling down like a barrel. And she kept screaming, her whole body feeling pain.
Her head made contact with the floor, and Cupid stopped screaming.
She opened her eyes, and realized that she was laying on the cold marble floor. She winced. Her whole body ached, head throbbing. Everything was fuzzy. She slowly put a hand to her head, and her eyes widened as it pulled away with blood. Cupid's eyes turned to the front. The door. It was so close. Her exit was so close.
The whole world was spinning. Cupid closed her eyes and opened them again, trying to clear her vision. Her hand reached out towards the door. So close, and yet so far.
But her hope was diminished as she felt her body being turned around to the side agressively.
Cupid was lying on her back now, eyes staring up at the chandelier above her. Eros entered her blurry vision, and Cupid immediately tried to move away from him. He walked closer to her, as if a predator to its prey. Cupid propped her body up on her elbows, trying to sit up, but failing to do so. She let out a groan of pain.
She heard him laugh.
Eros stopped in front of Cupid's shoes. He knelt down. She tried to lift her hand, pointing his own blade at him. "Step back," she slurred, "Please," her throat threatening to release a sob. Eros leaned closer to her, he lifted a hand to her hair, and Cupid slapped it away. "Don't," she pleaded, "Don't do that." A sob finally broke free.
Eros shook his head. "I won't," he said softly, "I won't."
He put his hand to her hair again, caressing it softly.
Cupid began crying all over again. The tears rolled down her face, she became hopeless. Eros reached out for the blade in her hand, but Cupid pulled it away from his reach. Eros nodded slowly. "Okay." He spoke ever so softly. Cupid almost forgot the position that they were in, that he was about to kill her. For a split second, she almost believed that he loved her genuinely, that he was simply a caring father, tending to his own daughter.
Almost.
Cupid hated him, but all she wanted was to melt into his touch, to pretend that they were a perfect, loving family.
Eros leaned even closer, and Cupid closed her eyes. He planted a kiss on her forehead.
"This is your end."
And she was snapped out of her daydream.
Cupid felt herself unable to breathe.
"No," she said, "No!" she screamed, trying to back away from him, but he held her shoulders in his hands firmly.
His lips neared her ear.
"Don't worry darling," he hushed her tenderly, "In your funeral, I'll them all about your wonderful self."
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The Second Time Cupid Fell - C.A Cupid × Alistair Wonderland
Romance𝘗𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘊𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘸? 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨.