My Highlander, My Love, Part Three:Forbidden Love, The Greatest Love Story Ever Told.

Doubts

The cobbled streets were full of monsters who were on a rampage to destroy everything in their way. Blane who was a tortured soul, had turned his pain into anger. His heart blazed with passionate rage and he made it his business to kill each and every one of the monstrous beasts that swarmed over Scotland and killed everything that lived and breathed.

"Blast you to hell!" Blane yelled thunderously, as his sword sunk deep into the scaly flesh of the beast.

The beast sunk to his knees as pain shot throughout his entire body. He tried to remove the sword from his heart but could not. Blane walked up to him and grabbed the tip of the sword and twisted it.

A snarl escaped from the beasts mouth as pain surged though his body and shook him to the core. The monster shut his eyes for a second before he opened them again and fixed them coldly on the warrior.

"Who is your master, i shall have his name!"

The beast did not answer, his pain was torture and his hatred for the warrior was too deep.

"Who is your master!" Blane asked again, determined to get answers before the monsters life expired. "What is the master plan?"

"To wipe out humanity!" There was a chilled satisfaction in the beasts hoarse voice when he mouthed those words.

"Why?" The warrior asked, already suspecting the answer to his question.

"To rule the world!" The beast raised his head and fixed his beady, beady eyes on Blane.

Chills glided up and down Blane's spine, he knew that only one woman had the power to wipe out the human race, her forces were dark and undeniably powerful. "I shall have the name of your master!"

The warrior did not miss the glint in the monsters eyes, nor the small curve of a smile at the side of his foamy mouth before he spoke.  

"Effemy." He said with greats satisfaction and watched Blane's eyes fill with fear.

Blane was flabbergasted to learn that Effemy was the ruler of the dark ones. A witch who had appointed herself the ruler among her five sisters. Wasn't one of the sisters living at Sterlington castle among the Macalister's?

"Tell me the plan!" Blane roared with anger as he bent his knees and drew closer to the monster's face.

"You shall all die and my queen will rule your world, Effemy will wipe out the human race and will not stop until it is accomplished!"

Pushing the sword deeper until the life was gone from the beasts eyes and he fell flat on his back, Blane lifted himself to his six foot three inch height and looked around him.

A lump formed in his throat when his eyes scanned the land around him. The cobbled streets were bare of human life, the shops were burnt down to the ground and the small cottages that once lined the outskirts of the tiny village were destroyed to nothing but rumble.

There was glass and debri everywhere, and clouds of smoke billowed in the air. The smell of smoke burnt Blane's throat as he walked through what was left of the village that once was alive with children's laughter.

A few stray dogs that searched for food, and the howling of cats was all that was seen or heard for miles, as Blane made his way to the river. In the far off distance he saw the monsters run with a vengeance to the next village.