War of Hearts

13 ~ Traingle

There was stillness on both sides. If hatred was visible the air would have been scarlet. Then suddenly movement, so much force in every blow. Alexander rained blows onto a blood drinker as if he meant to smash him into the very earth and the blood drinker did the same. Each didn't just want the other dead, they wanted him smashed, obliterated, nothing left to bury.

Albia slashed the head of the blood drinker and Parisa burned it from her fire.

It was pitch black, a blood drinker crowd gathered around the castle, ready to attack any minute.

"Parisa, there's a huge blood drinker army out there. I don't think we'll be able to stand against them," Elizabeth said, dragging Parisa out of the fightings.

"But we can't just give up," Parisa argued, her gaze fixed on the scene. She saw Albia and Alexander cooperating with each other to destroy the blood drinkers.

"We can't risk loosing more lives. Send everyone into the bunker. I'll take our mothers into the bunker and send a message to Ever." Elizabeth placed her a small knife on Parisa's palm. "Keep this knife with you so that I can track your location."

"Elizabeth, we can't surrender," Parisa protested.

"We aren't surrendering. We'll just wait till Ever reply to my message."

Parisa sighed and stared at Elizabeth in disappointment. "Eli, this is our land. We can't let those blood drinkers take rule of our own land. If Ever was here she'll never hide in a bunker."

Parisa ran back to help Albia and Alexander. Elizabeth stared at them for a moment and walked toward the hospital wing.

A sudden gush of pain jolted throughout Alexander's body. His stomach ached, his arms lost tension and his legs began to weaken. He dropped to the ground. His tongue was soaked in the taste of blood. Bruised and winded, with a leg in agony, he grabbed the foot of the blood drinker and pulled him to the ground. His head was pounding. He brought a fist to the blood drinker's face, snapping his nose into a grotesquerie. Parisa pushed the silver knife which Elizabeth gave her into the blood drinker and created fire in her palms and burned the blood drinker.

"Where's Elizabeth?" Alexander asked weakily, still laid down on the ground.

"She went to send a message to Ever." Parisa walked away from Alexander and began to attack every blood drinker that came in front of her.

* * *

Ever watched the sunset at the horizon, spreading its largess into a grateful sky. Rich hues of red blended with oranges, purples, crimsons. The sun cast its golden rays down upon the clouds of billowing smoke, turning them bright red; fire red. The beauty of the sunset only intensified Ever's pain. Without her family there could be, should be, no beauty in the world. The defiant sky adorned itself with brilliant reds and oranges, clothed itself in garish splendour. She glared back at the mocking swirls of colour, the whites of her eyes pink by crying and pinker by it's refection and without warning an epiphany struck. Her weakness was her strength.

"How long are we going to stay here?" Cael asked,placing some fruits on Ever's palm.

"When the sun's gone we'll go through the tunnels." Ever put a cherry into her mouth.

"How do you know about Azera?" Cael asked.

"I've been here."

Cael stared at Ever with his wide opened eyes. "How?"

"I came here with Julian and Aruda."

"But that's against the law. Only the mother Angels are allowed to come to Azera."