Kurda P.O.V.
Kurda looked for Darren and was relieved that he had not come to his execution. He saw Larten though, who gave him a hateful glare. And he knew what it was for.
"You deserve this," Larten spat, his bitter voice fueled by hate. Kurda couldn't agree more. "How could you?" And just like how he answered Darren he replied "I don't know." Kurda may never know why he betrayed his people. The people he once called family, despite their misguided beliefs.
And with that Kurda was stripped of his clothes, blindfolded, and covered in snakes blood- the sign of a traitor. After that he was locked in a cage and placed on his back, the most shameful way to go. The cage was pulled above a pit of stakes and dropped so many times only the gods of the vampires could keep count.
And as he was dropped for the final time he began to slip into the grasp of death. He managed to form one final thought. . . "Goodbye everyone." And then he passed from our world to the next.
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The End Of Kurda Smahlt
FanfictionA Cirque du freak fanfic, I do not own any of the characters. Spoilers for books five and six. Summary: Darren visits Kurda before he is executed.
