The Count Sister - RE-WRITING

Chapter Thirty-Three

Okay....This is the chapter that i actually hated writing. It was actually upsetting if i'm honest. I hope i did do it justice....COMMENT, RATE, VOTE... 

Chapter Thirty-Three

 Aubrey ran. She saw Lamia and Alex enter from the front door but she didn’t falter; she didn’t have time for that. The scream had been a female scream, and the only one of them that was upstairs was Quintessa. There was a firing pain in Aubrey’s stomach and she heaved for breath with every movement she made. She heard Cyrus screaming for her to stop, pleading with her senses. She knew that there could be possible danger behind that door but she didn’t care, as soon as she reached the landing she used all her vampire speed and knocked the door clean off its hinges.

  It was hard to analyze her surroundings. She thought she saw three black caped men jumping out the window; she followed that gaze but landed short. Her father was cowering in the corner, what looked like steam was emanating from his body, but she didn’t check on him. Although he was sobbing, the words he sobbed caused an aching feeling in Aubrey’s gut. “Quintessa. Not my baby. Not Quintessa.” 

  She followed his gaze and gasped. It didn’t sound like anything human, it was as if some giant monster had punched her squarely in the gut and her body had hit against a hard surface. Quinn was lying on the floor. Not moving. Blood pooled around her body and Aubrey collapsed onto her knees and began crawling towards her sister. Crawling. Like some animal on all fours, she crawled so quickly, but as she reached Quinn she saw her eyes flutter. She wasn’t dead; but she was dying that was all too clear.

  She reached over, ever so gently, and pulled Quinn’s body into her arms and let her sisters head rest on one, she turned her little head and opened her mouth. Where words would have been spoken, spurting blood replaced. She could not form any kind of language only spurted and choked on her own blood. Aubrey groaned out in pain and wiped the blood that oozed out. She looked down and noticed a silver stake sticking from between her sister’s rib cage. She placed her right hand around it and Quinn began to moan and cry. She could tell it was hurting her but she had to get it out; she had to try and heal her. Aubrey’s power was still regenerating but at least she could do half of the job; hopefully Luka could do the rest.

  She rocked the stake from left to right and Quinn’s body began to arch. Then she yanked it straight out. The bones snapped as she tugged hard on the wood, and blood oozed from the open wound. Aubrey quickly placed her hand over the wound and closed her eyes. She felt her power scratching the surface, her vampire self was mourning already; but she shouldn’t give up. Quinn still had time; she was too young to die. Aubrey had died and she had survived it, Quinn could too. All she needed was blood. She opened her eyes and wiped the sweat from her brow and sobbed. Quinn’s mouth was no longer covered in blood. It worked. She had healed her.

   Aubrey looked down and noticed the once big open wound was only a small graze. Aubrey sobbed and laughed at the same time; she didn’t even know that was humanly possible. “It’s alright baby,” She sobbed. “You’re going to be okay, I promise you’re going to be okay.”

  Quinn reached her hand out and placed it gently on Aubrey’s cheek. She thought it was just a nice gesture but instead Quinn simply wiped a tear away and dropped her hand back to her side. She was too weak.

  She heard the others approach then. Armanthia let out a weak plea; Aubrey looked up and noticed she was wrapped in Luka’s embrace. Lamia on the other hand was on her knees, biting down on her hand; crying helplessly. Alexander reached down for her but she wailed in pain. No, not Quinn, not yet. Aubrey was begging for Lamia to tell her something, tell her it wasn’t true. She got a response but it was one she didn’t want. She’s dying Aubrey, our sister’s dying. I can feel it, I can feel death.

“No,” Aubrey sobbed. She looked back down at her sister and held her closely. “I healed you…please…no, no…”

  The Master stepped around everyone and went straight to her father. She looked over briefly and realized her father’s skin had been smoking, she smelt burning flesh; they had tied him with some sort of acidic chain. He was paralyzed to move; all he could do was watch as they slaughtered his daughter in cold blood; bring about his nightmares, show off his weakness.

 “Aubrey…”

  She looked down at Quinn and noticed her sister was grabbing one of her bloody hands. She hadn’t felt it; she could feel nothing but numbness deep inside her own flesh. She heard chains snapping and a hiss from the Master, the acid had burned him also. “I…don’t hate…you.”

“Shh,” Aubrey hushed her gently and took hair away from her sisters white face. She was getting colder. What warmth she had once had was slipping away. Although her vampire half had healed the outside wound it had only bought them time, Quinn was bleeding internally. If Aubrey hadn’t used all her strength to heal her own wounds her sister could have made it. “I don’t…blame you…” She coughed and this time more blood oozed out. Aubrey wiped it away. She felt her father crawling next to her; he whimpered and bit down on his knuckles. He could do nothing but watch. Just like the others. Everyone was present. Lamia was still whining, clutching her chest as if she had Quinn’s wounds. “I…love you…all…”

“It’s okay,” Aubrey stroked her head gently, but with every stroke, blood was smudged against her pale skin, “its okay, and we love you, we love you so…so much-” Aubrey stopped. She looked closely at Quinn. Her eyes were still open but she was no longer flinching from pain, no longer blinking. A single silver bead ran from her left eye. Lamia wailed then. She fell onto her side and wailed like a banshee. It confirmed what Aubrey dreaded. She reached out her hand, hovered it over her sister’s eyes and closed them, slowly.

  “No!” Armanthia cried out. She was failing to stand against Luka’s hold but he held her up. “No, please…no!”

  Aubrey looked up at Luka, her vision was blurred with unshed tears, but he knew what she was asking. He shook his head. He had to regenerate a lot longer than Aubrey did. She nodded stiffly, but she knew what was coming next. It was bubbling inside her; she sucked in a deep breath then screamed. She held Quinn’s body closer to hers and screamed out, rocking it gently forward and backward. Her heart was nothing anymore, whoever killed her sister had ripped out every human instinct Aubrey had left. They killed her sister; so she would kill them back.