Hahaha back to Luka
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Unedited, I didn't even bother reading over it. :')
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The cold bit into my skin, making me let out a sharp hiss.
I wrapped the light shawl around my body, crossing my arms to preserve heat in the dropping temperatures. I couldn't stop to build a fire in fear of someone being able to track me, and the question in these woods would be 'who would find me first.'
I pushed further, checking my surrounds every few seconds, having my hand touch the tip of my blade for a quick striking time in case of a sudden attack.
My footsteps barely made any noise, if any at all as I moved efficiently, evading any branches that I might get caught on.
I knew that I had about another hour of wandering before I would come across the castle, and with every second I was formulating a thousand ways of how to kill Luka. Plunging my dagger through his head is how almost every one of those plans ended. I wouldn't be satisfied until he was dead for good.
I kept my jog slow, and steady, not wanting to exhaust myself before approaching Luka. I knew before I reached the outskirts of his land, I would have to take a small break, but I had to be hasty. Alec was bound to find out sooner or later that the pillows under my blanket aren't me.
Alec would be furious. I could clearly picture an angry expression etched onto his face, disappointed that I went by myself and did the deed on my own.
He made the mistake in thinking that I was going to make a team effort.
It was selfish. I know it was, but I wanted the kill for myself. Just Luka and I. I had to do it. He had to know how much I hated him.
I kicked the gravel underneath me, frustrated by the images of my father, pricking the tip of my finger in a fit of rage. In the midst of all the anger, it took me a minute to realize the tears pouring down my face.
I wiped them away with the back of my hand, ashamed that I was still hurt even after all these months that have passed by. I tried my best to push my emotions away, but they still managed to squeeze themselves up to the surface.
Mine as well take the break now then.
I sat down, bringing my knees up to my chest, digging my face into the gap between my knees and letting out deep breaths.
I was strong, I told myself.
I looked up to the sky, seeing the stars spread out in the sky, sprinkling a series of bright, white colors against the dark night. I'm going to kill Luka and avenge you dad.
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I lowered my stance, and hid behind a large bush as I saw the front of the castle. I remembered the passage Max had told me that kept my presence from being detected. The same one that helped me escape and free Alec.
Getting in was going to be the easy part, but getting out was always the problem, and this time I didn't have Alec to save me. Not that I needed him to anymore. I wasn't as strong as a werewolf, but my techniques made me equally matched to one. If I could take them down, then a vampire should be no different.
I took out one of my daggers, ready for any vampires that might see me. I took my steps with precaution as I made my way to the back of the castle.
I had to remind myself to be calm, and patient as I felt myself become excited that soon I would act out my revenge.
Patience.
Any mistakes and I'll be done for.
I saw the staircase, and I hurried my steps until I reached them.
I looked back once more to make sure that I wasn't being followed, and when I heard nothing I began running up the stairs.
Up the stairs, go to Luka's room, and kill him. Sounds simple enough.
The stairs ended and the pavement began to thin out. I brought my dagger to the belt around my waist, knowing that I needed both of my hands for this part.
I plastered myself to the rocks, placing one foot over the other with the limited space. It wasn't long before I reached the gap. I took a quick breath, taking one step back before going into a sprint and jumping into the air. I landed with ease, and on my feet with expertise.
I continued the rest of the cliff with little effort, and I was happy to find myself not winded from the process.
I had all my energy intact, the adrenaline pumping through my veins.
I was going to need it.
The castle was dark. There was no lights on, and it was deathly silent. Both to my disadvantage, but I wasn't going to let that faze me, and that definitely wasn't going to stop me and make me tuck tail and turn back.
I opened the back door, and I took one step forward.
I was finally in.
I brought out my dagger again, knowing that now it was life or death.
I scanned the room before proceeding slowly, doing the same with every room until I finally reached the stairs. I looked up and around, knowing that I was going to be visible completely here on the grand staircase.
It was as silent as it was before.
I didn't know whether to be happy about that, or worried.
What if he was expecting me?
What if he knew I was here and just watching me from the shadows?
I glanced over the main entrance, and living room once more before shaking my worries away.
That's impossible Charity.
I waked up the stairs, careful to apply my weight with every step not wanting to make a squeak. Memories of the time I was here came through my mind, recalling the first time I met Luka as he dragged me up these stairs and locked me into my room. Recalling out how entranced, but yet terrified at the same time I was with him.
I walked down the hall, making my way to his bedroom, remembering the way his lips felt against mine. The one moment that I felt something more than darkness from him. The moment I stupidly trusted him.
It was time.
I opened the door, with my dagger raised.
He was there, standing outside the balcony, gazing at the lands of his castle paying no mind to my murderous persona.
I charged at him, but by the time I plunged my dagger down to his chest, he was gone.
I let out a gasp, turning around, having my back to the railing of the balcony as I looked into the room ready for his attack.
He stepped into the moonlight, as dazzling and dark as before.
I gritted my teeth together, feeling my body fill with sparks being close to him. My body was betraying my real emotions, and I had to will them away as I ran for him again.
This time he didn't catch me off guard, and I was able to slash his arm before he disappeared again. He was gone for a moment before coming back out, to look at me with a crazed smile, his fangs now bared.
"That wasn't very nice," he spoke.
I stayed silent, trying not to be pulled into his voice.
This time he was the one that ran for me.
Within a flash, I brought out my other dagger as he shoved me to the wall. He gripped at my shoulder, but much to his surprise, I ducked underneath his arm, stabbing his wrist in the process, making him release me.
I took a few steps back, watching the blood pour out of his wounds onto the floor.
He gave me a sinister smile, licking the blood off his wrist. "You've been trained. Is that silver by the way?"
It irked me at how calm he was. He wasn't seeing me as a threat.
Alright pretty boy, time to stop playing games.
I threw one of my blades at him, and as expected, he dodged it, but I threw another one as he watched the other fly to the wall behind him. This time, he couldn't dodge this one, and he took a sharp breath as it dung into the center of his chest.
I sprang up to him, kicking the blade deeper into his chest.
The tables have turned, and it finally dawned on him of this fact.
I flicked my wrist, bringing down another dagger, ready to stab his neck next. As I brought it up, he grabbed my wrist, and squeezed.
I let out a short cry of pain from the pressure he was applying, and dropped my dagger.
I brought up my knee to his groin, wanting to be released, but he blocked it by closing his knees together, and entrapping my leg as a bonus.
I struggled against his strength, and with his free hand he began to pry out the dagger from his chest. Before he could, however, I aimed at his neck again with my free hand, and again he stopped my efforts with his other hand.
I was up against the wall now, and fear began to sink in as I saw him still smiling while he kept me trapped in his grasp.
He cupped my wrists together with one of his hands, holding me against the wall as he finished releasing the dagger from his chest. I let out a groan as I realized that I was losing, but then it became a scream as he stabbed my shoulder with the same dagger.
He let go of my arms as I crumpled to the ground in pain.
"You lose Charity."
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Oh shizzz
What do you think happens next?
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