Of Dragons & Vampires

Chapter Twenty Eight

I'm so sorry for the delay! I just chugged some paracetamol and ibuprofen and managed to finish this chapter, at last!

It was hard to right (emotionally) but I hope you enjoy it! Please leave a vote and comment :) 

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Colette shrieked, warm, sticky blood pouring from between her fingers as she put a hand to her eye. Or rather, where her eye had been. The pain was immense, she could still feel the dagger in her eye, sunk deep and stuck hard, the metal grinding against the bone of her eye socket.

She screamed.

Atlas was writhing on the ground, his arm taken clean off by Colette's attack, but his generals crowded around him protectively, their fangs barred and eyes black and dilated, ready to attack.

"COLETTE!"

Colette heard her sister scream, and the unforgettable sound of hard wings beating against the air. She felt warm hands grip her under the arms and lift off, Amber's frantic shouting for her stay with her fading into dull humming as Colette felt the blue of the sky spin, before tumbling into darkness.

Abel heard the scream before he saw what had happened, he threw Mordecai up a nearby tree, watching the vampire slump as the bark cracked and snapped under his weight. He stared up in time to see the fiery hair of his sister, Amber, carrying the bloodied body of Colette to the healing tents. Both of their faces were pale, and Abel could make out the trail of blood gushing from the sky as Amber flew hard, shouting for help.

"Go."

Abel whipped his head to the side, meeting the beautiful lilac eyes of Evander who gripped his arm.

"Go to her, I'll be okay." Evander smiled, but Abel could see the apprehension clouding his features. He was afraid to face Mordecai on his own.

"I can't leave you alone, not with him," Abel stared back as Mordecai was surrounded by other Vampiric soldiers, three of them, tall and ready.

"He's not alone."

The dragon and the vampire turned to the smug voice, grinning from ear to ear as Charvi stood wiping blood from her iron sword. Her glossy black hair was askew, a few stray strands flying out, and blood ran down the side of her face from a gash long since healed. Brae jumped down from the sand dune behind them, his dreadlocks swinging and fangs barred, Jack was behind them, a smug smile playing at his lips as he waved his iron sword at the soldiers guarding a now wakening Mordecai.

"Go, and...I love you."

Abel's heart battered so hard he almost thought it would stop. Evander loved him. He loved him. He grinned.

"I love you too, and if you don't come back from this I'm resurrecting you and then killing you all over again for leaving me."

Evander grinned, "So romantic, now go!" He smashed his lips against his dragon's, before pushing him away.

Abel unfurled his wings and flapped them hard, taking off from the ground and hitting the breeze, making a bee line for the healing tents and his sisters within.

"Now," Evander turned to the guards, twirling his sword in his arms. "Three vs three, seems about right..."

He lunged.

Charvi, Brae and Jack followed his lead. Brae got ahead, tackling a soldier to the ground and beginning to batter him mercilessly. Charvi elegantly glided around the attacks of another soldier, avoiding each blow with a twirl or a twist, returning the attacks twice as hard. Jack danced around his prey, taunting and blocking as he went.