Blood in White Chapel

Chapter Nine point Two

His wrist flicked, and the blade in his right hand pointed at her, an omnipresent orange illumination, followed by a radiance of purple behind him. The blade in his left hand rested the dull edge against his forearm with the blade pointing towards the air.

His eyes lost focus where the illusion of her presence shimmered before she emerged again, within his guard and inches from his face. Her dirty blonde curls bounced as she seemed to spring back into existence.

"There is only one way for this to end, Myron..."

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Myron jumped back, avoiding a set of talons to the shoulder. He had no moment to rest though as he stepped back again and again, as soon as he had a chance to land, she would lunge forward again. The vampiress had a fanged smile on her face that caused Myron's stomach to toss.

"Come on love..."

She purred, scarlet hues burning into him. She watched as he lifted the blade again, defensive instead of offensive. A sigh rolled off her lips as she shrugged.

"I hope you burn in hell, Romilly Wynstyn."

Myron growled before he lunged forward. She had just caught the shift in his stance, avoid slash after slash as the blonde gracefully danced backward, laughing along the way. She watched as violet melded with orange in a stack of executed strikes. Romilly bid her time, luring the snake back to her nest with a smile.

"May whatever god is out there and listening..."

The brunet muttered as he thrust towards her again, spinning on the ball of his foot in a sloppy pirouette both blades stretched out in her direction. It almost sounded like metal on metal as his blessed blades connected with her talons. Her fingers almost intertwined with the blades and prevented an almost fatal strike.

"DAMN YOU TO HELL, ROMILLY."

The sound of vehement coated his every word as he wrenched the blade back. She laughed again as she ducked backward again, performing a graceful back flip. The blonde found herself back at the altar, she tapped her talons against the marble.

"Oh, Myron..."

She whispered in a low, sultry voice. It almost mimicked a purr in her throat. Myron bit back a growl as he stared down those scarlet hues once more. A cold shiver ran down her spine. She watched for a split minute as Myron began to traverse the remainder of the aisle before she closed her eyes.

Her ears twitched as he grew closer. Her lip twitched up into a half smile and she spun to the left, crouching to her knees in the process. When she opened those scarlet eyes again, she had a long wooden spear in her hand.

She glanced up a shimmer of orange and violet above her head. The smell of blood tickled her nose as she followed the blades to their owner. And that was where she found the other end of the spear. Romilly had managed to, not only avoid, but redirect the blade of the Hades spear into her hunter's heart.

A sadistic smile crept across her face as the blades clattered on the floor, Myron stumbled backward, falling down the steps. He landed on his back with a sickening thump. Romilly rose to a stand, keeping a mental note on her shadowed attacker. She looked down on the brunet.

Romilly squatted, her fingers wrapping around the hilt of the Sorens. As she lifted the blade, she stood again before she made her way down the stairs, step by step, drawing out the moment.

"This is your last chance..."

She called out to the brunet, her other arm reaching towards him. Even now, with blood gushing from his chest, he growled quiet curses at her, swearing his soul will burn in the deepest, darkest pits of hell. A flash of orange caught her eye and she instinctively rose her talons to block the blow. A screech escaped her lips as the metal touched her flesh.

Romilly found herself glaring down an over-sized Nordic. His jade hues were furious as he held the Artino. Her mind then rated Myron as a second priority. She now had this dirt blond brute to deal with. She leaped over the body of Myron, which was quickly turning into a corpse.

She laughed again, and loudly. She could tell by the slashes the Nord was taking that he had no talent with a blade, spears were all he knew. She put her prowess to the test and took two steps forward, moving as if she were lightning. Romilly took no time in breaking his guard.

In her own personal opinion, she thought purple and red matched quite well as she drove the Sorens into the shadowy assailant's chest. The sound of breaking bones rang in her ears as she pushed the taller gent to the ground with a gut-wrenching crash. With both hands on the hilt of the sword, she twisted it. Blood sprayed and rivered across the floor as the life drained from the dirty blond's eyes.

She brushed some of those bouncy, blonde locks out of her face before she turned back to Myron, who was gasping for air as he tried to remove the Getestia from his own heart. Romilly smiled as she strolled over to stand beside his body.

Her fingers grasped the long wooden handle and with a tremendous ease, ripped the blade from his heart. Blood sprayed out from the wound, covering the vampiress. She smiled her pearly grin through the crimson liquid. Myron's screams echoed the chamber hall of the cathedral.

Romilly knelt down beside Myron, her pale fingers caressing his cheek as those sapphire hues glared at her in pain.

"Heavenly Father, thank you for this meal."

Her smiled was nothing but wicked as she dove for his neck, burying her fangs deep into his jugular, draining the last of his liquid life. Romilly pulled away with a loud gasp. Her scarlet eyes glanced to sapphire once more, she watched his soul drift away.