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“No,” I hissed, my voice laced with deadly conviction. “You will never lay a hand on her again. I will rip you apart with my bare hands, and your existence will be nothing but a distant memory to my coven.”
As the air crackled with the tension of impending violence, those around us stood with bated breath, their attention drawn to the confrontation unfolding before them. Even amidst the chaos, a solemn silence descended.
With a primal roar, I launched myself at the vampire man, my movements a blur of supernatural speed and agility.
“This is for my brother.” My fist collided with his body, pulling back and preparing to strike again without a moment’s mercy. “This is for his lover.”
Each strike was fueled by an untamed ferocity that surpassed my usual restraint. “For my people.”
Blow after blow landed with bone-shattering force, my vengeance manifesting in each strike.
“For my mate.”
The vampire man, once smug and assured, now found himself in a fight for his very existence. He attempted to defend himself, but his efforts were feeble in the face of my unrestrained wrath. The taste of victory fueled my relentless assault, and I pulled my fist back again. “For every witch who has suffered at your hand.”
The onlookers, vampires and witches alike, watched in fear and fascination as I pummeled my adversary. My eyes blazed with an intensity that surpassed the mere physicality of the fight. It was a battle of wills, of light and darkness, of the gray area between the two where love resided.
“This is for me.” With a final, devastating blow, I sent the vampire man crashing to the ground. He lay there, bloodied and broken, the spark of life fading from his eyes. A primal satisfaction washed over me as I stood above him, my chest heaving with exertion.
“You were no match for my mate,” I whispered, my voice carrying a weight of finality. “May the darkness claim you, and may your memory be forever erased.”
With a swift, decisive motion, I delivered the killing blow, severing the vampire man’s head from his body.
But Jeremy did not die.
Chapter 26
SKY
JustasJordanturnedaway from the fallen vampire, a chill washed over me.
Jeremy was still moving.
The severed head of the vampire man lying on the ground began to emit an eerie, otherworldly glow. Although his bloodless lips didn’t move, sinister laughter echoed through the air, growing louder and more menacing with each passing moment.
To my horror, the head of the dead vampire began to shift and contort, elongating into a grotesque, demonic form. The severed body convulsed, and in a horrifying display of dark magic, the vampire that once was Jeremy transformed into a nightmarish monstrosity. His once-human features distorted, his body twisting into a grotesque form adorned with wicked claws and serrated fangs.
The demonic being lunged with blinding speed, a rage-fueled onslaught that caught everyone off guard. Its claws sliced through the air, aiming to tear flesh and break bone. Jordan instinctively pushed me out of harm’s way, her vampiric reflexes allowing her to deflect those needle-like talons.
The creature’s eyes glowed with an unnatural crimson hue, brimming with malevolence. Whatever deals Jeremy had made with shadow beings, it had granted him more power than any of us could have anticipated, turning the wicked man into a twisted abomination.
As the demonic vampire lunged toward us again, Jordan acted swiftly, yanking the silver dagger from where it was still lodged in Jeremy’s contorted skull. With a flick of her wrist, she slashed at the creature’s arm, slicing through flesh and bone. The demon howled in rage, but it seemed otherwise unaffected by the injury.
Jordan’s own eyes were a furious blood red, her fangs elongated, and she unleashed a barrage of furious strikes, her fists connecting with the demon’s grotesque form. But each blow seemed to fuel its rage, as the creature’s wounds healed instantly, its malevolent aura growing stronger.
Luckily for us, we had witches on our side. They chanted in unison, their voices resonating with power. Ursula joined in, grabbing my hand and coaxing me to contribute to the spell.
Harnessing the witches’ magic, Jordan fought back with newfound strength. The air crackled with energy as spells and supernatural forces clashed.
Beside me, Ursula lifted her hand, a furious vengeance burning in her eyes. She conjured a telekinetic force, shattering the glass walls of the greenhouse and hurling sharp shards and debris at the demon, momentarily stunning it.
Jordan, capitalizing on the momentary reprieve, launched herself at the creature. But the demon matched her blow for blow, its twisted form proving unnaturally resilient. I could see her energy waning, her desperation growing.
The witches’ chanting grew louder and they clustered together, pooling their collective magical abilities into a concentrated ball of energy. Screaming in unison, a haunting cry of anguish and guttural rage, they unleashed it on the demon. The energy collided with the creature, enveloping it in a blinding light. The demon shrieked in agony as its very essence began to disintegrate.
But the battle was not yet over. The demon’s final act of defiance came in the form of an all-consuming explosion, engulfing the entire greenhouse in black, sulphuric smoke. Jordan and the rest of us were flung backward, bodies crashing against the cold, unforgiving ground.
As the dust settled I staggered to my feet, vision blurred. Ursula lay motionless beside me, her strength depleted by the battle. In front of me, Jordan had taken the brunt of the explosion and lay covered in a sheen of black ash, her hair singed at the tips.
