Zaharis jerked his hand back. Her body lurched as her lashes fluttered before her eyes closed as she fell forward.
Alek caught her body just as they hit the ground. He couldn’t hear or see anything except to feel her cold body lying in his arms. He stared ahead; he didn’t move an inch. His mind lost all ability to comprehend this reality of her dead body in his arms.
“I want you too.”
“Come fight with me.”
“I love you.”
“I’m asking you to fight my demons for me.”
“I guess I’m your Queen now.”
Alek’s memories bled into grey in his mind’s eye, every picture shattered.
The possibility of his future had been destroyed, and the corpse in his arms was the end to everything.
The pain tore through him, as his heart stopped beating.
Slowly he lifted his hand to touch her soft cheek with the wet sensation of his blood covered hand. “Lanias.”
He called her name, but she didn’t answer.
“What Vampire?”
“Lanias, please.” He pulled her close, burying his nose in her hair. “Say something.”
“Stop calling me,” She offered him a wicked look. “Don’t you get tired of saying my name.”
Pulling her closer, he held her. She was so cold.
“Lanias.” Alek called her name, but she didn’t say anything back this time. “Please, don’t leave me.” He begged, but she was already gone.
Alek had learned all about loss.
Over the hundreds of years, he’d endured so much pain but took his loss with a stoic face.
“Forever, fine. I’ll be with you forever.”
“You lied.” He whispered, drawing away. He looked down at her face, her eyes closed and her skin smooth as if she was just sleeping. Alek lay her on her back. Standing, he didn’t move as the sound of fighting continued around him. His blood slowly grew thin in his veins as his eyes bled red. “I told you; you couldn’t ever leave me.”
“Keke, you’re in pain, Vampire.” Zaharis floated above. “Sad, so sad. A half-breed dead.”
“Die.”
Alek was in the air before Zaharis could move. His eyes red, and skin deathly pale. He drew his arm back and thrust it through Zaharis’ chest. The Surrem’s shock was stunning, as Alek grabbed what he knew to be its heart and pulled.
Zaharis released a scream of pain vanishing abruptly.
Reappearing within the warehouse, he staggered as he landed moving to where he’d placed the summoning circle.
“Where are you going?”
Zaharis’ world tilted as he hit the floor. He stared in astonishment from where he lay on the ground, as he looked back in shock. He saw the Vampire holding his legs in his hands. “You’re not allowed to leave.” Alek tossed his legs to the side. Pointing his sword at him, he teased. “I’m not done.”
Eyes widening, Zaharis cried out in fear, desperately he crawled toward the circle.
Alek tossed his sword up; and it split into sixteen shards of sword and circled in the air. “I said stay still.”
