Tempted Fate |18+ (Ménage)✔

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The vampire arches a brow and chuckles, "Why did you bother keeping him if he means nothing?"

"He means everything in order to take my revenge on Cormac," Abigail glances away, interrupted by the humans standing in a line near her.

"So, he's your pawn like Cormac used you as his?" Another regards Abigail, her muscles tensing at his words.

Abigail ends the conversation with, "It's never too late to learn how to play a game." My brows furrow in confusion, especially when she rises to her feet, pushing her chair back slightly as she announces, "Tonight, we give praise to that which hides us from all other eyes."

My eyes search with confusion as five vampires walk up behind the humans, Abigail nodding, "A sacrifice to appease..." as her voice trails off, my muscles tense, a split second later...they slit the throats of the humans. Their bodies hit the ground immediately as the vampires throw them forward, chuckling, gurgling...blood spilling everywhere...yet the lives of the humans are snuffed out in mere seconds...

...seconds I can't match.

I feel the energy course through me, embracing and relishing in it. Purplish black wisps encircle my body, pulsating with darkness, feeling the presence of the tendrils etching into existence. My movement is enhanced, far so greater than when I stopped Blaire from ending Wyn's existence. In the next moment, I stand in the center on the long dinner table, eyes lifting and locking onto me from all around.

My voice is a shell of my own, understanding that it is Hel that carries through on a dark tone, "This appeases no one."

Those words alone cause everyone to descend into chaos, quickly clambering over their chairs, and many clattering to the floor in the process. They attempt to scurry and hide, like frightened mice...though there are few who are brave enough to approach me. Their bravery ends the second tendrils strike from my being, lashing into their chests and recoiling back with their hearts. They stare down in complete shock, unable to comprehend what is happening, the cavities of their chests emptying of blood.

The strikes are quick, merciless...the death count piling up in seconds.

One remains.

Abigail is at the doors to the dining room, fleeing for her life when she suddenly hits the floor. A tendril wraps around her ankle, ceasing her escape, dragging her back across the floor. Her screams grow in volume the closer I draw her to me. I tilt my head to the side when she raises her hands and begs, "Please, please!"

Wisps emit from my eyes as I can see them swirl and mix with those already encircling my body, anger rushing through me. Narrowing my eyes at her, she's held down by the tendrils at my feet, my voice low as I ask, "Do you know what the best part about a game is?"

Abigail's eyes are wide, her chest rising and falling quickly as her heart is ready to beat out of her chest. I kneel next to her, Abigail's breathing uneven as she asks, "Wh-What?"

I shrug my shoulders, a tendril sharply cutting through the air and piercing through her chest. Her screams are ear-shattering, blood pooling from her mouth and spilling down her chin. It clutches around her heart, her eyes meeting with mine, pleading with her eyes.

"It's not about whether you win or lose," the tendril twists, a sharp cry leaving her lips before I still the tendril, nearly releasing her heart completely...though a second later, I narrow my eyes and finish, "it's how you play the game."

A second tendril penetrates her abdomen, ripping upward. The pain she feels, it's deserved as I allow the tendrils to rip each and every one of her organs from the cavity. Her eyes are wide open, choking on her blood, enjoying the way the pain tears at her like she's caused to her son on some many levels. Abigail's eyes flutter, her consciousness fading as her existence begins to flicker out.

Perhaps she was seeking death at this point as an escape, mercy...

...I will show no mercy.

Quickly, the tendril around her heart clenches tightly before it is ripped from her chest. One final scream...though I close my eyelids for a brief moment, allowing the heart to fall to the floor. When I rapidly open my eyelids, I can see her soul...lifting away from her body.

Abigail's torment will not end with her mere death...

...I want to obliterate her soul.

Her dead beloved will not reunite with her.

Energy pulsates to life around me, lashing all the tendrils at her soul that tries to escape from me. Prolonging the fate I've sealed for her, she manages to move out of range only once...before I shred her very soul, just as I had with Kirsten. My breathing is even as everything around me falls down, the energy dissolving. The darkness in the center of my chest is replaced instantly by relief, light blessing my presence.

Silence.

Beautiful silence, my gaze drifting to each body that lies unmoving, the corpses of Abigail's coven is all that remains...except for one.

I turn away from the devastation, walking toward the hallway branching out from the dining room. Up the stairs, I find my way back to the room...opening the door to see Cypher holding a small stuffed wolf in his arms, against his chest, his eyes puffy but his heart is calm and steady.

I outstretch my arm, Cypher asking, "Wolfie comes?" He holds the stuffed wolf closer up under his chin, my heart skipping a beat.

"Of course," I offer a smile, "where did you get that?" An odd stuffed animal for a vampire child of this era...

"Kat, from friend she has," Cypher smiles and says, "gave me."

"What a sweet friend you have, Cypher," as I say this, he reaches out and takes my hand, my fingers closing around the back of his hand. Tilting my head to the side, I see a soft smile on his lips remain the second I reassure him, giving him a fulfillment he hasn't had before.

I gave him hope and trust, keeping my promise.

⊰♥⊱To Be Continued⊰♥⊱