Yashshauna's POV
"I am just so damn tired of all you supernaturals invading my personal life, thinking you can do what you damn hell want, today you will learn. I'll make am example out of you", he shouting as he made his strides in his direction.
I have never seen Muron so angry or so serious for that matter.
"Haahaa", laughed De-lu-ly. "You are just an insignificant little roach. A little tenacious maybe but never the less, squashable.
After hearing him speak I felt my heart sunk.
However Murron remained steadfast on in his pursuit.
I watched them both charged at each other and when they met in the middle, it was total choas.
It was like watching two beings of equal strength battle; neither failing or winning the task at hand but still in pursuit of each other.
De-lu-ly got in a few punches and then he lit up like a Christmas tree on Christmas eve, only difference is. He was covered in flames, rather than lights.
Murron charged at him and delivered another sucessful blow, that seemed to weakend him.
De-lu-ly staggered backwards as the end of Murron's fist that touched De-lu-ly became engulfed in flames.
Murron didn't care, he kept attacking him. Leaving the demon weaker with each blow.
And then I noticed the flames seemed to spread every five minutes. And his entire arm was now engulfed. But Murron did not care, he kept on attacking.
"Enough of this childish play", I heard Murron said. I then heard the demon shrieked in pain. I looked at him and realized it's left arm as been ripped from his body.
Murron other arm too was now on fire. The demon made an attempt to ran. Murron sped towards him again in full vampire speed.
Murron was moving so fast I couldn't see him. All I saw was a gust of wind circling De-lu-ly and its screams of terror.
When the wind settled and Murron appeared. He was covered in blood and laughing hysterically.
The demons three limbs were pulled off from and was laid down around him.
Murron then looked him in his eyes. Plunged his fire filled arm into its chest and pulled out its heart.
The hysterical laughter continued as he pushed its own heart into its mouth. And that was it for De-lu-ly.
I looked at the being who done this murderous act and I couldn't see my husband. His eyes reflected nothing but pure anger.
He began walking in my direction and I kept crawling back as the fire threatened to engulfed his entire body and it did.
Murron was now covered up to his neck in flames and laughing hysterically as if it didn't matter. Then his head caught fire and he fell to the ground.
Once his head went under flames. The flames began going out in the same order they started.
This must be the flames of hell I thought. But it was said that whenever a demon used them. It never went out until the person died. So seeing them going out was the thing I needed to propell me forward.
I ran to his side. "Murron, Murron", I called to him being careful to not touch the flames and risked being ignited too.
As the last flame went out. He looked at me weakly and said, "I need blood."
I quickly glanced around looking for an animal for him to drain and went I couldn't find one. I quickly offered him my neck. I wasn't about to let my husband die.
Pain ran through previously burned skin as he sang his fang into my skin and he began sucking.
Five minutes into feeding him. I started to feel light head. When he let go. I was too weak. I felt to the ground over him. And I passed out.
6am The same morning
The next thing I knew. I was waking up in our bedroom while he stood looking through our window.
I tried to move but I still felt weak. My skin felt tender. I accidentally let out a pain groaned.
He turn around and came to my aid full vampire speed.
He looked entirely different. His eyes were kind and soft.
He bit into his arm and held it to my mouth.
I pushed it away, "No!" I said groaning in pain.
He looked at me and I saw the look I saw earlier. I saw anger. He then quickly held me down and once I couldn't move, held his hand to my mouth.
"Don't make me force you just drink, you will feel better", he said.
And when I still refused to open my mouth he called his mother into the room.
Wait his mother I didn't know she was here.
"Hold her down?", he said to his mom.
"Are you sure?", she asked him.
"Yes!", he answered. She then ran towards me full vampire speed and pin me down.
Murron forcefully opened my mouth and dropped his blood into it.
Then held on to my nose until I swallowed. The moment I swallowed I started to feel better. His mother released me and ran out of the room full vampire speed.
"How dare you!!!", I shouted at him.
"Was I supposed to let you die?", he shouted back.
Out of anger I quickly shifted into my ghost form. My mouth enlarged as I shrieked at him. The force of my scream threw him against the wall as he covered his ears.
He got up, looked at me and spoke, "I don't care if you are unhappy. I did it to save you and I would do it again if and when I have to."
Then he walked away leaving me there.
How dare he walk away from me I thought as I continued shrieking like a banshee. Knocking over a few objects in our room.
Murron's POV
"That wasn't very nice", said my mother as I came down stairs.
"I know but should I have let her die", I said. "Yashshauna is dominant and I intend to make her my queen when dad pass. I gave her a little of my blood this morning while she was out. I simply cut my hand and dripped into her mouth. I could of secretly given her more of my blood without she knowing. BUT she must learn how to submit sometimes. And I won't stop until she realize we dominate together. I am the man afterall and I will break her if I need to."
"She will never agree to becoming a vampire", said my mother.
"Well it's a good thing I didn't plan on giving her a choice", I said.
We went slient as we looked up and saw Yashshauna coming down the stairs. Followed by a knock on our front door.
My mother opened the door.
"Grandma", I heard Yashmin said as she flung herself into my mother's arms.
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