[BETA] To Break A Curse

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 2

~ EILITH ~

"We must speak, Lady Eilith of House Hildegard."

This is really bad! My whole body was chained by something invisible. Even my throat was paralyzed. This spell is advanced. Shit!

"Please," he walked slowly, his hands raised, "be not alarmed. If you give your word not to scream or harm us, we shall lift the spell. A chance to speak, Lady Eilith, that is all we ask of you."

Help! Somebody help!

"It is alright."

Don't come any closer!

"We mean you no harm. Please. Calm down."

The man took a couple more steps. He was still showing me his palms, and there was nothing there. While I see silhouettes of swords on his companion, this one doesn't seem to wield any weapons. Still, my hands trembled and my ears drowned with every heartbeat.

"Look at me," he said softly, walking even closer.

His face was illuminated by the moonlight and the dying flames. The familiar, pale complexion didn't surprise me. His brows were furrowed, and his eyes seemed to be looking at me with uncertainty. His eyes. They were red as blood, more prominent and vibrant than any other Nefarians I've ever encountered before.

"Damon," he commanded, "break it."

The man farther away moved a little as if to fix himself from being flustered.

"It's okay. Break the spell. Release her."

I glanced at the other guy again who now walked closer. He gave me a reluctant look while clenching hard on a dagger fixed around his waist. As he closed his eyes, all of my sensations started to come back, and when he opened them again, I was finally able to step back and compose myself.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

"No!"

Without blinking, I jumped forward and attempted to slash the Nefarian closest to me, but his companion was quick to pull him away to safety. His entire expression darkened.

"Damon no!"

The man drew both of his swords and lunged at me. Left strike, then right. I felt every vibration from the steel traveling up my arms with each of his heavy, angry blows. They were full of force. Each time our blades met, little sparks lit up both of our faces, and the sound of clashing metals echoed through the woods.

"Damon!"

He was quick and agile. I had to double my speed just to keep up with his attacks. There was no opening, no chance I could strike back, and the slippery, muddy ground made it even more difficult to block!

"Damon..." the weakened voice pleaded.

He finally stopped and looked behind.

"Oh fuck," he muttered, catching his breath.

I also stepped back a little, feeling the strain in my arms and the weight in my legs. My lungs hurt. I was breathing in cold air too quickly, drifting between wanting to pass out or fight. Even so, I managed to keep standing while keeping my eyes on the two.

"I am alright. I am alright," he said weakly as black blood dripped from his shoulder. Only then did I realize that my blade had actually reached him and sliced through his clothes. The Damon guy quickly sheathed his swords, but I gripped mine even tighter.