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CHAOS REIGNED OVER the compound, with vampires, witches, werewolves, and humans fighting amongst themselves. Though, the violence mostly came from the vampires, who were crazed by the human blood that freely flowed. Some tore through the wrists that had been recently sliced open, while others chose to bite into their necks. The other species tried to stop them, trying to keep the humans and vampires separated.
They, of course, retaliated by attacking the witches instead. The witches were mostly chanting spells to give the vampires aneurysms, causing them to fall to their knees as their attention shifted to grip their temples.
In the midst of it all, Rosalie sat on the cold, hard pavement. She moved just in time to catch Nik before he could fall completely. Rosalie craddled him close to her body, hugging his torso to hers.
He had completely passed out, and her throat tightened at the thought of it. How could someone so powerful be reduced to an unconscious body.
Though the people mostly avoided them, Rosalie tried her best to shelter him from being trampled on.
Her heart was racing, and panic clawed at her insides. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get enough air, and her head pounded with a violent migrane. Combined with the noise and blunder around her, it felt like the walls were beginning to close in.
SNAP!
Heads turned as the necks of the vampires were broken in sync. Every single pair of eyes fell on Rosalie, her entirely black eyes, the glowing cracks on her face, and her arms where a black tint crawled and ended in long talons.
"Stop this nonsense." Rosalie's voice was calm and collected, yet it echoed with authority throughout the compound. Despite her (and Nik's) seemingly vulnerable position on the ground, the display of authority came naturally to her.
"All those involved in this deceit will be punished. The wedding will continue, and the peace treaty will be signed."
The daggers protruding from Rebekah and Elijah flew to her awaiting hand, and the peopleㅡat least, those who still stoodㅡwatched in fear as it turned to dust in her grasp, blown away by the wind.
Horrified, a palpable wave of fear and anxiety seeped through the crowd. "Leave," Rosalie commanded, causing the people to scramble toward the nearest exits.
Bodies were left littering the once pristine cobblestone floor, blood flowing through the cracks. Rosalie was hardly bothered, focusing on the man in her arms. She looked around for any of the Mikaelsons, and as though on cue, Elijah sat upright from his lying position on the balcony.
