Undead || Book 1 || Paranormal

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Kathy's POV

~As a vampire~

Even though I was basically unconscious, I could still dream. I felt something unnatural in my mouth. I tried to will my fingers to touch it, but something else took over, like another force living inside me. Something that has been waiting to get out for a long time. But, also for the first time, I felt.....

Powerful.

I kept striking at Logan in quick succession, I've never been so swift and nimble in my life, I had complete control of my body, but at the same time, the controller wasn't me. I had the grace of a swan, but the fighting expertise of a trained warrior.

Out of an old habit, for every strike, I pretended it was someone who has wronged me in life.

Punch, Sensei Khan.

Swipe, Logan.

Sweep-kick, Mackie.

Upper-cut, Madison.

Bite....the Queen.....what?

I slammed the battered and bruised Logan into the wall, still pondering where the thought had come from, what do I have against Queen Elizabeth? I've never even been to England!

"Kath....." A pleading voice pierced through my head, it was Andie.

I dared to turn my head for a moment, all my will was put into discovering the source of that strange voice.

Then Katherine Jenehiem, the poor, stereotyped girl; burst through the wrath of the being that had overtaken her body. To look at her best friend. I almost smiled, then I felt a painful throb spread in my stomach, making me drop down on my knees on the stone-tiled floor. Then as quickly as the pain came, it went away. I felt a slight shift in my body comfort, I shrugged it off and looked back at Logan, holding the broadsword over his head, ready to strike.

I swerved and dodged the incoming blade, swiftly gliding my form so I would be positioned behind Logan; I delivered the final blow.

By some long-lost habit, I flexed my fingers and hummed to an ancient tune, it almost felt a bit rusty in my mouth. I gave a screech that was only heard by Logan, the target.

He crumpled up in a pitiful cripple on the floor. But the fire still burned in his eyes, he looked up to me and said: "If I have to go down, I am taking the Vampiric Royal Crown with me."

With the last of his strength, he directed my wave of energy to me as well; I expected the sound to make my eardrums explode, but it was much worse. Instead of an explosion of sound, it was a complete and deafening silence. The intensity of pure nothingness crept up on my nerves, broke down every wall Creation had so painstakingly set up in my form.

Until there was nothing more.