The Vampire's Sweetheart

Chapter 31.

The Vampire's Sweetheart

Chapter Thirty-One

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*3rd POV*

A/N: EMOTIONAL UNEDITED CHAPTERRRRRRRRR. 

I listened to (Take Me Home by Jess Glynne) writing this chapter, so for more emotion have it on repeat <3 No seriously, play the song. 

Gia and Alaric kept their backs to each other, protecting each other from the different enemies that approached them. Their bodies were covered in dirt and blood, but they did not have an injury inflicted upon them. They played to each other's strength, not allowing one to be harmed in any way. Gia constantly flickered her gaze backwards to Alaric making sure he could hold his own against the Valentina Hunter.

After the blue moon had risen and was shining brightly in the sky amongst the dark clouds, the Valentina Hunters had started fighting harder; their thirst to murder intensified. It was down to 7 hunters, not counting Victor Valentina. Their swords graced through vampire skin with ease, and they moved with a remarkable speed. The once fearless vampires, who had proudly come to fight alongside of their king, were now shaken as they wearily kept tossing glances around them looking out for the sneaky hunters.

Everyone was growing anxious. The blue moon put everyone on edge as they fought to their fullest potential.

Alaric's hands were shaking terribly as he raised them with his palms facing upwards. As he raised his hands, the ground beneath him began to crack, and rumble underneath the feet of his enemies. The hunter and the two grown werewolves stumbled backwards as they tried to keep their balance. Alaric spread his hands apart quickly causing the ground to crack into multiple pieces before creating deep, pot holes. The werewolves howled loudly as their feet got caught in them, and whimpered when the hole instantly closed around their paws; inevitably breaking their feet. The werewolves laid flat on the ground growling lowly and whimpering in pain, staring at Alaric with downcast eyes unable to move from their spot.

The hunter, Nicholas, was stuck in a similar predicament, and tried to break through the ground using his sword and glared in Alaric's direction as he failed. Even as the ground continue to close around his feet he showed no sign of pain, and continued to stare Alaric down; his eyes darkening with anger. His hand was clenched tightly around the bottom of his weapon that he wanted so desperately to use to cut off the vampire's head. His back arched suddenly when he felt a sharp tingle going through his body, and he knew the moon was gifting him.

Nicholas and Victor Valentina were not like regular Valentina Hunters. They were old, very old. They made deal with devils, and had been roaming the world for over a thousand years. They have killed-murdered brutally and without feeling regret. Victor had abandoned their cruel ways when he had met Anne, the woman he had intended to love for the rest of his life. But, karma would not allow such evil to be granted the emotion of love.

Nicholas pulled up his foot from the ground successfully and looked up Alaric, whose eyes widened watching the hunter escape from his trap. Gia heard the noise and felt his distress, and called out to him while fighting the werewolf off.