Bond Of Blood

Chapter 41

Serana moved forwards, here eyes shifting between Elissa, Morgan, and the four hagravens that were still channelling their foul magics through the chains and into her lover. She kept her shock spell fully charged, and she could feel the magic flow through her skin as the spell began to overcharge. The dagger was held in a firm hand, the tip of the weapon always aimed at her target, who was smirking at her.

"Look what we have here," Elissa drawled as she stood up, running her hand through Morgan's hair as she passed her."A pathetic excuse for a pure blood."

"Stop stalling and fight, you bitch," Serana growled angrily.

"You have the power right here, in this woman, yet not once did you take her for your own gain. Instead, you turn her by accident and then think that it is love. My dear girl, all you did is enthrall her, nothing more."

"As if you would know, no-one would ever love someone who rides every person she meets," Serana replied with a smirk of her own.

Elissa narrowed her eyes, and in the blink of an eye, she held two conjured blades from Oblivion in her hands.

"Enough talk. It is time you went to the Void in person...alone. You will be waiting for this little treasure for quite some time, Lady Serana."

Serana could take no more and she leapt forwards, roaring as her anger finally overcame her senses...

Morgan sagged back onto her knees and shivered. She felt so cold, so alone. The thought of being under Elissa's commands frightened her to a degree she never wanted to think about. She had fought off her compulsion spell once before, but she had been at full strength back then. Now she was weak, only enough blood to keep her body going, not enough to mount any form of attack.

She vaguely heard Serana and Elissa battle out of her view, the air charged with magic and foul language as both women fought to end the other.

And then she felt something, a feeling that she had felt only a few times. It was like that when she had walked into the Void that time, seeing the world in a completely different view.

Could I do it again?

Morgan still wasn't sure how she had managed to transfer herself into the Void. Communing with the Night Mother had been an illusion, the Unholy Matron using her power to project Morgan's consciousness into the Void.

She staggered to her feet, hearing the four hagravens exchanged startled cries of anger and alarm at her movement. Morgan tuned them out and thought of the one constant in her life.

Battle. Fighting. Being fully at ease with the death of others.

She closed her eyes and focused on these feelings and thoughts, feeling her meagre supply of blood churning through her empty veins. And then she shifted into the Void...

Serana knocked one of Elissa's blades out of her hands, watching the conjured weapon disintegrate before it even reached the ground. But she watched the weapon vanish for a split second too long, and Elissa kicked Serana in the jaw, sending the ancient vampire crashing onto the table.

Serana sat up, only to be punched down again, Elissa mounting Serana and laughing as she twisted Serana's arm and breaking her elbow, forcing her to drop her dagger. She cried out in pain as Elissa drove her blade into her right shoulder, pinning her injured elbow under one of her knees.

She glared at the other vampire as she leaned downwards and laughed.

"So much for the power of the Volkihar. I am Lord Bal's new favourite while you are one of his largest disappointments. I must admit, I am rather upset you weren't much of a challenge either," Elissa grinned, leaning her body forwards and pressing all her weight on Serana's arm.