Bitten By Royalty

Chapter Sixteen- Twist of Fate.

A/N: Heyooo! So yeah, here is a surprise update since i've been dead since september.... SORRY BUT NURSING IS KICKING MY ASS /: So to the people who still will read and support this, thank you and to myself who may not update till another while, I hate you <3 Anyways, enjoy!!

*Lucinda's POV (surprise POV)*

The scent of thick, musky blood was too much. 

The horrific memories raced through my mind as I saw my nephew, my flesh and blood but most of all her son, fall to the ground. 

His veins, black and spiraled like vines trying to escape the light, and escape off into the cold moonlight. His pulse weakening with every cough of blood, that spluttered across the marble courtroom. 

His lips, chapped and no longer plump and pink, but now grey and thin, withered like a winter plant no longer in bloom. 

But most of all, his eyes. Sunken in, black holes of rotted flesh. Or at least, that's what they were turning into if he wasn't resuscitated, and fast. 

"HELP. BRING IN HIS MAKER. DO IT QUICKLY BEFORE I TEAR ALL YOU BUFFOONS LIMB BY LIMB" I wailed in panic, unable to keep the shakiness from overpowering my voice.  

I held his cold hand and for the first time in over a decade, since she passed I cried. I had once held her very hand the day I found her, bloody and bruised, stabbed and dead. 

We were so close, I nearly had her out but in the harsh reality of life, I learned that nearly never won the race. 

A chorus of footsteps rang out through the room, as I sobbed mournfully into the body of my dying nephew. Each thump of his pulse slowly eradicating alongside his shallow breaths. 

"Kai.... KAI" Zeke, the Davison's eldest child screeched as he dashed from the other side of the room to where we were in a split second. 

There was more rustling in the room as Rosaline and her mate, Willard rushed over with a look of sheer horror plastered on their face. 

They actually cared. What a shock... They had some sort of warmth left in their chilly, little hearts. 

"You" the eldest boy growled at me in anger as he protectively crouched over my nephew, not allowing anyone access to him. "This is your fault". 

I spat out bitterly, my own temper starting to flare up at the mention of this being my fault. Stupid boy, he didn't know who he was dealing with. 

"Watch your tongue boy, or you won't have one left in a minute" I threatened dangerously, not paying attention to the growls coming off to my right as the Palace guards rounded me with my own warriors facing off against them. 

"Last warning Lucinda, if you dare to threaten my son again I will discard you in less than a second" Rosaline taunted as I turned to face her unable to hold back my snort. 

"I'm sure we will have plenty of time to play fight old friend, but for now we both know who we must bring in" I smiled feverishly as all the colour drained from Rosaline's face. 

"N-no, we can't. There has to be another way.." she stuttered out, not hiding the panic that was spreading over her face. 

"Who??, SOMEONE HELP ME, HE ISN'T BREATHING ANYMORE" Zeke roared in agony, bringing my attention back to my nephew and I myself felt the terror set in. 

I took a deep breath, tasting the nervousness on the tip of my tongue as I turned to my guards and said the words I hoped I'd never have to say ever again. 

"Summon Atropos". 

One of the sisters of fate. 

I closed my eyes, as the air in the room seemed to disappear and be replaced by static electricity.