Rebirth

27. More

Dear Journal,

I was nothing but the mud beneath their boots, the dust upon their shoulders, the scraps they fed to the hounds. But now, I am the very air they have to breath, the clothes upon their backs, the life they wish to live. I died a man and awoke as a god. I AM MORE and I'll make sure the entire world knows it.

                                                   - 𝓔𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓼 𝓢𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓮
(1605)

"What?" Elias asked, hoping that her words would change.

"Ready your sword."

"You cannot kill me, Genevieve." Elias told her.

"Do you think I don't know? About your enchanted ring that is? Magic has brought the sun out at the genesis of December. Nothing is impossible." She told him.

Elias's jaws clenched at the open threat, his hand seeming to grip the hilt of his sword tighter as he shifted his weight onto his left leg.

"You can't," Elias started, speeding to stand before her in less than a second, "kill me."

"We'll see about that." She threatened, withdrawing two large daggers from her bossom as she slashed at his face, an action he easily dodged.

Elias stepped back as he appraised the weapons, watching the silver metal glisten off of the marble floor.

"You really want to fight?" He asked, searching her face for hesitance.

When she didn't answer, he raised his sword to take his stance for a duel.

"I will fight, if that is what you want." He swiftly swung his weapon.

Had it been her past self; the old Genevieve who had a fear of butterflies and rabbits, she would have been dead. But the girl Elias had known and married was absent; replaced by someone with similar features and the ability to dodge the death blows of an incredibly fast vampire.

They circled each other, watching carefully to see if the other would strike. She attacked him first, showing no mercy as each jab was pointed to the head or heart. With every swing she made, Elias's heart broke even more, crushed that it had come to this.

His focus wavered for a moment and she successfully landed a hit, cutting him across the cheek to leave a gash in his face. He backed away from her as he touched the sizzling wound, staring at the blood that came off on his fingers.

It was not at all deep, so it should have been quick to heal but it didn't, making Elias squint at her in confusion.

She spun her daggers in her hand skillfully, pointing one at his face before smirking.

Elias swelled with anger as he began to attack her with aggression. He had to get serious as he soon realized that she indeed wanted to kill him. He swung his sword effortlessly as they danced around each other, parrying each others attacks and occasionally inflicting minor wounds that would have been fatal if not for their skill.

Elias pressed her hard, eventually backing her onto the wall as he knocked both daggers from her hands, dropping his sword to the ground as well as he held her arms above her, watching her chest rise and fall rapidly.