Time Suck [vampire! reader insert]

Chapter 24 [the moth and the moon]

But the moth male made no attempt to hand her the jar, no matter how hard the vines pushed his arm outwards he kept resisting their painful pressure. "N-No I cannot do that-" he gasped suddenly.

The dark-haired witch raised her eyebrows in slight amusement. "Are you that close? Is defending the object a sign of your friendship. Or perhaps you made a deal with them to keep it safe?" The uncomfortable burn of her gaze did not keep him from answering.

"N-No- But the bottle seems to be important to the-them-" he gasped and groaned as the tiny needles dug further into his body, especially the skin of his left palm. The deep red staining his perfect white for as the vines tried to pry his fingers away from the glass.

A look of disbelief twisted the green-skinned woman's face. "Why would you protect it? If you're not close why do anything like that?" She groaned with slight annoyance. "This doesn't make any sense."

Eunice called out to him with a gentle voice "Moth, please let go of it."

The spikes penetrated his fingers, blood streaming down the plants but he still refused to let go.

"O-okay okay!" The moth male suddenly exclaimed making the movement of his restraints come to a halt. "I-I will give it to you..."

The witch smirked, glancing up at the two vampires. "Looks like your ally is not as loyal as you thought."

Clare glared down at her with a defeated expression.

"Come on now." The black-haired female coaxed, the spiked plants letting go of his arm making him groan out in pain as the needles slid out of his flesh.

With a tremble to his movement, the white-haired male reached his arm out with the bottle clenched in his palm.

But the object never reached Oklopias waiting hand, the male let go of it.

The glass fell onto the grass-covered floors with a slight thump that despite its small sound seemed to echo across the entire forest and silence the swaying trees.

In the moth males, hand materialized a thin blade, it was faint because of the lackluster moonlight but it still twinkled dangerously. With a swift movement, he jabbed it down at the females taken aback expression. The end of the dagger hitting into space under her eye.

She yelled in pain, stumbling to the side and gripping her face as the tiny piece of moonlight crumbled away, too fragile to hold itself together any longer.

With that, the vines seem to waver a little and loosen the grip. The moth male took the opportunity and wiggled himself out, groaning as the spikes tore his skin and parts of his wings. He scrambled down onto the floor, fishing the tiny blood coated bottle out of the grass.

"MOTH, OH MY LORD!" Clare exclaimed in shock before a huge smile spread across her features "GOOD ONE AHAHA!" Her historic laughter was only fueled by the witch's groans of agony.

'I-I have it!" He exclaimed stumbling back onto his feet "What-what do I do with it...?"

"Don't let that bitch get to it!" Clare shouted, trying to wriggle herself out of the tight plant grasp. "Fight her if you can!"

"Moth no! Don't fight her! She's way too strong!" Eunice immediately butted into the conversation. "Try to free us instead!"

"O-Okay!" He gasped running over to them but he immediately stumbled back as the vines bared their spikes at him as he tried to grab them. "I don't th-think.."

"You ugly worm." A scratchy growl bubbled at the base of the witch's throat as she stood up from her crouching position. Blood was streaming down from the opening in her face in large trickles. She reached her arm out as the gem at the base of her staff glew in a sharp light, the area around the injury began to glow and patch itself.

"Filthy witches with their healing magic." Clare clenched her teeth.

Suddenly though a large spark came off of the green light that was so far glowing so delicately. It jumped off of the wound like a firework. Hissing in bright blue light.

The witch immediately yelped, clasping her hands over the further massacred wound.

"Wh-Wha..." She breathed, looking down at her bloodied palms. "How..." Oklopia looked up at the moth male with pure disbelieve.

The man glanced around nervously, not fully grasping whatever was going on.

"That's impossible-" the dark-haired female once again raised her staff in the air but all that engulfed her wound was a loud crack before a series of sparkles jumped out of the opening, boiling their tails across her expression and flying dangerously close to her terrified eyes.

"How- WHAT ON EARTH WAS THAT BLADE!" she shouted at the moth creature who flinched back.

"It's...made of my mother's light" he started, puffing his chest ensuring.

"Your...mothers light...?" Despite the confusing statement Oklopia quickly caught onto what the male meant. Her eyes shot up to the faintly glowing moon in the sky. "The moon?"

As if hearing her question the clouds vailing the sky parted with the steady wind, a crack of silver light spilling out like liquid gold onto the dark scenery.

On the star's command, the moth male quickly raised his hand up as if it was being pulled by a magnet. Reaching out he caught the light between his fingers as it spun in his grip before solidifying itself in long sharp strokes into a slim blade. Way stronger looking than what he managed to do so far.

Gripping the end of it in his bloodied palms he pointed it at the gaping female with a taste of uncertainty but also the determination of a roaring fire.