ALLURE

Chapter 8

Chase hart

Her silhouette against the closed doors of her balcony was the only small thread holding him together, preventing him from shattering into abyss.

The moment he let her walked away he knew he was doomed, doomed to drown in the sorrows caused by his own incompetency.

He should have stopped her, hold her close with his hands all over her, her body flushing against his. He should have claimed her, he should have taken her with him, keep her where she belonged. Where he belonged.

What came over him to show such a great amount of resistance, to be that generous and gentle was never in his nature.

He had spent the last few hours around the walls of magic that he created.

Contrary to what he liked to pretend in front of his brother he had not completely ignored the love of his life, he bound the land around her house to his blood. Blood binds was blood magic witches and wizards used to protect their treasures. It was rare and sacred, it couldn't be broken from force, even the one who castes it cannot break it, they could only cross the blood binds when their intentions are pure.

The walls had become weak and someone had skillfully broken through them. Just enough force used to not alert him. It couldn't be a random predator wanting to take humans, it was a planned, calculated attack. Someone who knew how his blood magic worked. It couldn't be any ordinary witch it must be Someone old with sacred knowledge.
But that would mean that everything he had learnt of blood binds was a lie.

Or the person had no intention of harming Eliza.

The knowledge was sacred taught to only few who were born in royal family. Those who had status, money and powerful bloodline.

He knew the time would come when all his nemesis would go after one weakness he was bound to have.

Just not this early, he wholeheartedly believed he had time. But guess not anymore.

He was tempted to go to her, break through the distance between them, knowing that the word of her existence was already out there was no way he would ever sleep peacefully without having her by his side.

He didn't trust the blood binds anymore, the only other option he had was to take her with him.

The full moon was out, finally to it's peak for the night, shining its light through the atmosphere. His pale face illuminated to its ethereal glory. The time has come where his strength has multiplied so has his hunger. By each tick of clock his pulse raced, his skin turning colder. His lips bleeding as his own cannies penetrate them.

He fell back, his back hitting the trunk of tree, shaking it enough to weaken its roots.

It all happened too fast, his senses melting under the pressure. He has completely forgotten about the full moon and its energies, cold laughter echoed through the woods.

He heard the bats rising, their srills echoing in his head. He closed his eyes, he fell to his knees as he stumbled forward.

His forehead touched the ground, his fingers digging into the earth. He groaned loudly. Making the birds and insects shrink and fly away from his surroundings.

He could feel his aura darkening, the evil inside him propersing. He snapped his head towards her house. Her silhouette long gone, but she was there in a dark room. Her heartbeat was uneven. "Scared," he thought.

F

or a moment he could swear she saw him, saw him in his weakest yet strongest hour. He was losing the last strands of self control, and the last person who should be there when it finally happens was her.

He barred his teeth involuntary, a growl rose form his chest. He managed to stumble back, as far away from her as he could.

His lust for blood and for her body intensified by each second by millions.

His body was melting away, tearing itself apart. He dissipated into small creatures of nights, creatures of blood, into hundreds of bats. Half of it went to the north, the other half in the South. And he knew she could see the departure in the air, by the moon.