Until Death Do Us Apart

The Awakening

I lie on the floor.

I hold on to a thread of my powers which I can’t still fully access.

The conversation with an angelic creature repeats in my mind. It plays the words over and over again.

The dungeon is sealed. There’re no guards, no cameras, yet you can’t get out. What can be so powerful to lock the creatures inside?

I feel pain in my hands and in my right leg, but it slowly departs. I’m aware of the vampire drinking my blood and of the Fae preying on my life energy too. The werewolf had stopped wounding my body.

“Let her go,” I hear a plea from the angelic creature. “You’ve taken enough. If you don’t stop, she will die,” he says.

“She should have been smarter,” demon mocks both my stupidity and angel’s request.

Be aware of your sacrifice,

through blood and pain, you’ll save the Earth

for you’ll repay the same price twice

with your life in death, and rebirth.

All of a sudden, I feel as a thread was pulling me towards. I grab it and I hold on to it. I see many threads of different colours and lines; they all belong to the creatures. They’re evolving, dying, matching and completing each other.

I take all of them and pull them towards me.

They resist at first, but then, they have to give in if they don’t wish to be destroyed. And suddenly, I know the answer for my question.

What can be so powerful to lock the creatures inside?

What can be so powerful that their prison doesn’t require any guards?

The answer is simple. They had to obey the royal blood. This is the only sovereign they cannot avoid anywhere in the world. The royal blood is the only possible thing which can lock them, seal the room and deprive them of their abilities and their magic.

I grasp my power and I fiercelessly take their life threads.

I hold their live in my hands whether they want me or not. They’re short of their breath and they struggle.

“What the…” a vampire shrieks, but this is the only thing he can do.

My grip with their life force is firm and I don’t let go. They’re at my mercy now.

I’m not Yara, but I’m not Selene either. I have Yara’s stubbornness, cheekiness and courage; and Selene’s persistence, charm, elegance and magic. I’m both of them.

My body is healing very fast and in no second I’m as good as new. I had to get closer to dying to regain my powers. I came for angel’s blood, but I’m in my full strength now. I can feel my magic flowing in my veins and I’m beyond happy and excitement.

The creatures struggle for their life. They helped me gain my powers back so I let go of them.

They cough and curse me, but they’re ok. They might be wondering what happened and soon they’ll find out. I can see they’re shocked. Their eyes are wide opened and they are processing what’s happening.

I let them live, because I need them. They might try to kill me once more, but I think this is highly unlikely to happen. They won’t probably even try, but I have to be extra cautious from now on. I can’t reveal my powers nor I can display any kind of change.

As my powers have returned due to what has just happened, my memories returned in full as well.

In the very same minute horror enters my heart.

I realize I know the creatures very well. I’m not going to display any feelings to expose myself, but they used to be my friends (most of them). They are in a very poor condition. Compared to how I remember them, they seem not even themselves.

They’re all the leaders or co-leaders of their races. Their blood is stronger than the one of normal creatures, but it’s not as strong as the royal one.

However, some of them are missing. There are still few, who are not locked. There’s no queen of Sirenes (or mermaids – she hates when somebody calls her a mermaid though) nor there’s the Great Witch.

“What has just happened?!” I hear the demon spit. “Who the hell are you?”

I don’t have to answer. I’m not in debt to him and he’s a prisoner. Crowley has always been short-tempered and he gets upset easily. I gaze at Michael, the angelic creature who was trying to save my life. Then, I glance at Vlad, the vampire, Almawt, the ghoul, and the Fae whose name I don’t know.

I’ll have to get them out of this stupid prison. I need them to help me. I don’t have many powerful friends and I have to change that. I’m also probably (most likely) the reason why they had ended up here in the first place so I’ll have to persuade them to help me, once more.

“Who are you, Yara?” Fae suddenly says very silently, and even though I’m way more powerful than him, I have goose bumps from the way he gazes at me.

I won’t ask how he got to my name. It’s probably Sophia’s fault. I’m not happy that he knows it, but I can live with that.

The others just stare at me, waiting for my answer.

“I’m the one who’ll set you free,” I pronounce with regal subtones.

“Heh, that’s a funny fairy-tale, girl,” Crowley hisses cruelly.

“Why should we believe in you what you say is true? Why shouldn’t we just not give your name to your superiors?” the Fae asks quite amused.

“If Fae’s lips speak about truth and trust then is he a Fae at all?” I smile. Everyone knows Fae adjust the truth according to their liking. It’s almost as they’d lie.

Fae’s lips crook in a horrible smile and his eyes say BRAVO.

“In return for your freedom, I’ll have two favours at each of you.”

“Two favours,” Crowley and Vlad bark out simultaneously.

“You don’t need to answer now. I’ll come for when the time is right,” I announce and I leave them with those words.