Only if you Love me

Chapter 7- If in pain- Blackout

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P.O.V Celine

I grab Stefan and try to shake him awake and Darcio calmly walks in. "Well, he is not dead yet but I would give him ten or so minutes left. A coma is his body's best chance to stall his inevitable death, so there not going to be much to watch, lets go." He roughly grabs my shoulder but I tear away.

For a second I thought he was going to leave my but he clamps his hands around my waist and yanks me off. He quickly repositions his grip and throughs me over this shoulder, getting a better holding position and walks me out the door. I pound his back and kick with all my might and trying to squirm away. I dig my nails into to him and draw hot oozing blood but walks unflinching towards an ornate door.

Whilst panicking about being kidnapped I was losing track of my surroundings and was now in a small pentagon room. The room was a deep crimson red patterned with velvet swirls and loops trimmed off with rich mahogany edges but in the center of the room stood a door. The door was intense red wood with a beautiful grain all from the same cut and a small brass handle ending in a curl. In the center of the door was a gem, nothing I had ever seen before that reflected not colors of the light spectrum but whole locations. As we neared the door obvious power was emanating from the door making my stomach churn the empty contents inside. What was this door and why did it have such am effect on me?

Closer and closer we came and the closer we came the more power I felt and the sicker and weaker I became. Finally reaching the door he hand grasped the brass handle and mutters "Terra Morte" as he heaves the solid wooden door open. As the door creaks opens light starts act as if it was being extracted from the very room itself until you could see nothing. Without warning light then floods the room blinding me from the lack of light in the dark.

As the light recedes, I gingerly open my eyes, and look out at the lifeless landscape before me. In front of me, icy mountains loom over me, a layer of mist covering the summit. To my left stands steep cliffs, towering over us, with a waterfall crashing down the jagged rocks, whilst to my right, lies a large forest, shrouded in darkness, with pine trees, that seem to be over 50m tall, and seem to stretch on for miles and miles. Through the middle of it runs a stream, racing along at a torrential pace. I shiver, not only from the bitter cold of the winds racing down the icy mountains, threatening to carry me away, but from the paralysing fear that this land inspires within me. I have barely a minute to take all this in, before I am roughly turned around, paint shooting through my head and my arm, and my brown eyes stare up into Darcio's cold, dark, emotionless ones.

"Come." he orders imperiously, glaring at me. I glare straight back at him, wishing I could wipe that smirk off his face. But with both a broken arm, and a significant injury to my head and whole body, I can't exactly fight him.

It is only when I tear my eyes away from his terrifying gaze that I see the grand, gothic palace that stands before me, with huge arches lining the gates. Even in my state of fear and anger, the ornate structure can't fail to inspire awe into me.

Glancing at me, he huffs in annoyance, and grabbing my wrist pulls me along, as I stumble awkwardly alongside him, barely able to keep up with his long strides.

"Why did you bring me here?" I question him. "Why did you kill Stefan, you bastard?" He ignores me, his gaze fixed ahead. I try again.

"Why am I here, of all people?" I shout at him. But once more, he stays silent. I clench my unbroken fist. Suddenly, all the pent up anger from the last few hours overwhelms