The Maksymillians

Chapter 5

The open area was surrounded by guards of the earth. The guards provided oxygen for the mortals, as they breathed in and out. Marcelian stood in the clearings epicentre, a metre back and to his diagonal right stood Matthaeus. And to his opposite side stood Gabrielle. The Reapers were gone, hidden within the guarding trees. Marcel turned to Matt, he outstretched his hand, “Phone please.”

As she lay upon the couch once more. The small cabin quietly sung its song of peace. My dark blue jeans vibrated, asking me to search them. As I did, they produced my iPhone, I knew who it was. It could have only been a matter of time. “Matt,” I stated, grinning, “Come to dagger me yet?”

“It will not be Matt who daggers you Nik,” the voice replied, “It will be I.”

My grin rose and grew, “Marcel,” I half sneered, “Glad to hear from you. How was the nap?”

“Nikolaus,” he said, his tone still formal, “If you hurt that girl-”

“Oh brother please!” I cried sarcastically, “I won’t kill her now…maybe later, when I’m in front of you. Now, where is my beloved family? Let’s end this.”

“Where the Witches Chapel used to be. Before you slaughtered the coven and burned the building to ashes.”

“Excellent.” I replied smirking, “Always of you to leave me a little gift.”

Marcel hung up, and returned the phone to Matt. They nodded as the silence awaited them. A blur of shades of black and blue appeared, holding Katerina in his arms.

I smiled at my family, “Hello lovelies,” I proclaimed sarcastically, “Good to see a majority of the family is here. Well, the ones that want me dead.” I placed Katerina on the side close to the woods, then returned to my original spot.

“Nikolaus,” Marcel stepped forwards, hand upturned, “Do not harm the girl. If she has experienced any suffering, you will pay.”

“Hahaha,” I laughed, hands outstretched, confidence reeking from my voice “Marcel, Marcel, Marcel. In all our centuries as brothers, when have you ever bested me? I always win. I have made each and everyone of you pay for standing against me. Too bad there aren’t enough Daggers for all of you.”

A great pain dropped upon me. I had not felt this amount of anguish since my battle with the witch, Pagan. The invisible power forced me to my knees within seconds. I roared in agony, breathing heavily I taunted, “Is that all you have? That is nothing, compared to what I will do to you!”

I watched as two Reapers appeared from behind the threes taking formation behind Matt and Gabrielle. Marcel starred into my eyes, his face grim. “This is a regrettable decision Nik,” he said, his voice lacking all emotion, “But it must be done”. He blurred into me, slamming the Arsenic dagger into my heart. As the blade entered and my blood began to drain, I roared out in completely agony. I would not let them win. Clenching my fists, I grunted and roared in utter agony as I forced my body against the power of the Reapers. Slowly I rose to one knee, raising my arms as If I was lifting dumbbells as I fought. Their eyes starred in horror and fear, I finally rose to my feet, a wicked grin across my face. Marcel stood a step back. My hands unclenched, fingers crawling, I used my right hand to latch upon the dagger’s grip. Their pupils continued to watch on in horror as I began to remove the blade from my heart, their eyes widening as I screamed in agony. The original blade was halfway out. Then I fell to a knee as a second dagger pierced my heart from behind. The agony was unbearable.  Then.

Black.

Marcel watched as the blur snapped his brother’s neck, and as his ears heard a cry of pain and a bone snap. He spun quickly to see Matthaeus upon the ground, his cleanly snapped, and Gabrielle daggered, her attacker standing over her. Marcel had not clearly seen him, but those reflective blue eyes were unmistakable. “Tomaz,” he whispered, as he turned side to see a Tyrant standing over Nikolaus, “Father…” he turned his attention back to Katerina and within a blur he raced away. This had not gone as planned. Matt was unconscious, Gabrielle was daggered, Nikolaus was double daggered. Tomaz had betrayed them. Them all. Marcel had only thought Klaus was capable of an atrocity of this magnitude. After all, he had brought back who Marcel always thought was Klaus’s greatest opponent…their Father.