Malicious Tales

Chapter 11

Malice hadn’t known what to expect when her father asked her to lead the Fallen to battle, but it certainly hadn’t been the sight in front of her. She had stormed the Sanctuary from all sides with the Fallen forces, taking the Risen by surprise, but it wasn’t as much of a advantage as she’d hoped because the Risen were quick to fight back. Battles raged all around her, blood and corpses surrounding her. Perhaps it was better that she had turned into a Necromancer before this, because she reckoned that if all the death wasn’t adding to her power, it would have been adding to a pile of vomit on the floor instead.

    Fighting her way through the crowds in a shroud of darkness, she finally found Salem and Fallon, who had taken refuge with a few other hybrids inside a tent.

    “Salem, Fallon, you both need to get out of here, right now. The fighting is only going to get worse from here on in you don’t want to be in the middle of that. Take all the other hybrids and run, that’s an order.”

    “Malice! We can’t leave, we need to find Felix!” Fallon cried.

    “Don’t worry, I’ll find him, I swear I won’t leave here without him, but you two need to go, and fast,” Malice replied, trying to hide her concern as she broke the collar around Salem’s neck. The two nodded and Malice turned to address all the other half-breeds.

    “Alright, all of you listen to me. You all need to follow Salem and get the hell out of here. The Fallen are under oath not to attack any of you, but they won’t try to protect you either, and the Risen will try to stop you, so you need to run as fast as you can, help each other along the way, and most importantly, stay alive. Now, go!” she commanded, before turning and running out of the tent, on the hunt for Felix. She tore through all the tents, trying to find the half-Faerie as quick as possible. Numerous Risen tried to block her along the way, but she quickly disposed of them, calling on her shadow to fight off anyone at her back.

    Finally she found Felix attached to a medical table, blood streaming from his bare chest, his head hanging limply. His trademark scarves were discarded on the floor, blood soaking through them. If it wasn’t for his shallow breathing, Malice would have assumed the worst.

    “Felix!” she exclaimed, rushing over to her friend, brushing his dull silver hair away from his sticky, blood-covered face. Felix groaned, lifting his head groggily to look at the Necromancer.

    “..Mallie? Is that you?”

    “Felix, I’m so glad I found you, don’t worry, I’m going to get you out of here,” Malice answered, starting to remove the straps around his wrists.

    “No! No, Malice, you can’t. I haven’t had my pills, the hunger has already set in, can’t you see that? You can’t let me out, I’ll just hurt you,” Felix panted, trying to squirm away from her. It was only now that he mentioned it did Malice notice all the effects of her friend’s hunger. The intricate, ebony Faerie markings spread all down his neck, chest and arms, probably lower, his once shoulder length hair now hung to his waist, and he had what could only be described as talons protruding from each finger. All these signs just screamed madness, but at that moment, Malice realised she just couldn’t care less.

    “I don’t give a damn, Fayt. I’m getting you out of here whether you like it or not,” she said, stubbornly opening all the straps that restrained the hybrid, ignoring his constant protests. Felix fell from the medical table, crumpling to the floor.

    “Malice, get away from me, now, I don’t want to hurt you. Get away!” he growled at her. Crouching down next to him, Malice took Felix’s face in her hands.

    “Fayt. You already insulted my judgement when you left. You couldn’t possibly hurt me anymore than that,” she smirked, before pulling his lips to hers.

    Suddenly, Felix couldn’t control himself anymore, and his sharpened teeth bit deep into Malice’s lip. Once he tasted her blood, he lost all hope of stopping. Pushing Malice to the ground, he released her lip only to tear into her neck, ferocious snarls escaping between bites, his talons clawing at her sides. Malice wouldn’t fight back though. She lay there while he fed, shutting her eyes against the pain. After all, this had been her plan all along. She knew the closer she got to Felix, the more the hunger got to him. She didn’t have any Needle Nymphs or Pixie Pills with her, so letting him feed on her was the only option available. She had to do something to help him, even if it meant her own suffering. She could cope with that just fine.

    “Love you..,” she whispered before slipping into unconsciousness.