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(𝐈𝐈) 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄 - 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐥 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬

𓆩☀𓆪

'THEY'RE DEAD.' she whispered softly beneath her breath. 'In the cellar, they're dead.'

Marcus just stood there for a moment, blinking, trying to piece together all of it. He moved closer to her tentatively, his hand slowly reaching to rest itself upon her skin, his jaw clenching as he noticed that somehow, glass had managed to get stuck, somehow piercing the marble-like skin.

'Who, cara mia?' he tried to soothe her, knowing she saw something certainly horrific. She didn't respond, simply continuing to stare through the small window in the area, the soft moonlight illuminating the space.

'Come, let's move you somewhere else.' he sighed as he swiftly lifted her into his arms, carrying her into the library, knowing it was somewhere away from the noise, which she surely needed at the moment. 'Wait right here, I'll be back as soon as possible.'

He took one more moment to look at her, before hastily moving toward the cellar she had spoke of, taking several steps at a time as he investigated the area. The stench of human blood arose throughout the room, his frown became more visible as it grew stronger.

There lay a distraught looking male, of course now, he was frozen in such a state. Oliver Linsbury, his skin now ashen and yet paler than before, if possible. His deep brown hair now tussled in what would've been his attempt to escape, eyes blown wide in distress.

And by the ruins of the glass bottles and the shelves, lay a familiar woman, a woman he remembered Katherine talking to at the previous event hosted.

Amelia Linsbury.

Yet, what was peculiar was that she lay crying in agony, her chest rising and falling heavily, every time her mouth opened to not breathe, but to speak, a horrid hiss-like rasp gargled in her throat, drowning her by the moment as blood bubbled past her lips.

As her eyes lay upon the male before her, her eyes grew crazed, she attempted to move, yet her body was so weak that any time she attempted to use a limb, it would simply crumble and crack under the pressure, causing her to continuously paw aimlessly around the ground, more cries echoing throughout the room, as she attempted to plead for something he could not make out.

Commotion sounded outside the cellar, although it became exceptionally muffled by the distance the waves travelled; hasty footsteps that were most likely flying down the staircase shortly followed the loud voices further away.

Then, Caius stood before the scene, his eyes widening upon it, his eyebrows furrowing as his lips slightly parted, his head titled slightly as he attempted to gather and piece together what was taking place and what events had occurred previously.

'I don't know.' Marcus spoke, answering a question that Caius did not need to speak aloud. 'We need to kill her - it would be cruel to continue her suffering in this way.'