Blood in White Chapel

Chapter Nine point Three

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..."

The brunet jumped backward, narrowly escaping a set of talons to the shoulder. He barely had a moment to rest as he stepped back again and again, a sly dance with the blonde vampiress. She had a fanged smile on her face that caused Myron's stomach to toss.

"Come on now 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.

"Playing hard to get are we now?"

She vanished again and before the brunet could even focus on what was happening, she appeared before him, bouncing blond curls and all. One had wrapped around his wrist behind him, while the other gripped his forward hand.

Their bodies collided against the stone tile of the cathedral. Myron struggled beneath her once he regained himself, his head had cracked against the ground. The blonde lowered her head, inches now from the other's face. She could hear him growling subconsciously. Her emerald hues burned into those fierce sapphire ones.

"Romily..."

He growled again before he was cut off, the blonde vampire crushing her lips against his. His eyes widened and he began to struggle hard, he was taken back at the physical strength of a pure-blood. That was also when a quadruple pair set of fangs brushed his lower lip. Myron was mentally screaming.

She smiled within her kiss and bit into the other's lip, drawing out that sweet vital. She ran the tip of her tongue against the tip of her back fang, easily splitting the flesh. Romilly could feel the fight leaving the hunter. It could also just be the lack of air. A giggle rumbled her throat as his blood mixed with her venomous kind.

She broke the kiss and used the back of her pale hand to wipe her mouth. She stood back and watched Myron writhe on the floor in pain. His limb contorted and his back arched, several times.

Romilly's laugh echoed the chamber once more as she took a seat on a nearby pew.

"What a better place to turn a human if not on holy ground. It's.... poetic."

She tilted her head to the side, resting it in the palm of her hand as she licked her lips. Her emerald hues snapped to the side as a figure approached.

"How nice of you to join us."

She mumbled quietly. A scoff was heard to the side of her.

"You've spend too much time here. You sound Englisch."

Another laugh echoed the chamber.

"Well, Einar, this is where Papa told me to go, centuries ago..."

Her eyes then fixated on the body of Myron, who has since stopped groaning and writhing all over the floor. She watched, this was always her favorite part.

The brunet pushed himself off the ground, the blades clattering to the ground beside him. He opened his eyes, but quickly shield them with his hand. It was so bright, so unnaturally bright. Myron finally convinced himself to peek through his parted fingers. It was better, but still bright.

Everything stood still while he glanced around. The Cathedral looked bolder, brighter... most crisp. The colors were so vivid. But the lights were so bright.

Romilly giggled and lifted her hand, effectively extinguishing half the candles within the old church. Myron's hand fell into his lap as he looked in front of him now. He spied a tall man, his arms crossed yet again as though jade hues watched.

Shakily, his gaze shifted to the woman seated in the pews. Angry boiled within his veins. Myron rose so quickly in his new perspective that he ended up just falling over, doubling over in an unfamiliar pain as his body continued to transform.

"Velcome to ze favmily."

Romilly said mocking the tall man beside her.