Chapter 44 - It Still Continues.

"Honestly, if you think about it. And just decided to open your eyes, and not be blind to the world. There's a lot of people in the world, with a lot of anger capturing their hearts. Let's be patient and not be infected by them, but instead. Try to be their cure. Alright?"

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"This is interesting..." I heard grandmother say, as we entered a clearing, where even more of her minions appeared. My nose twitched; as a vulgar smell invaded my nostrils. Were they, werewolves? "Traitors." Jason spat venomously, are they from the same clan?

But I thought the guy was a wolf? Damn, what is this crap? Is he a wolf or not? I'm probably acting stupid, just by asking stupid questions. Two, I hate to be confused. "Why do you say so?" I heard the voice of my sister; Mika ask our 'dearest' grandmother. In all honesty, I don't think we're that much on good terms. You could understand why, no?

"I see you've come!"

A scowl appears on my face, just by hearing a voice. The familiar feeling of irritation overcomes me, as I grind my teeth together. My insides slowly filling up at rage. Why won't she come at us? Why is she sending her minions instead of doing the actual dirty work herself?! "You scum! Don't call us traitors when you sided with the vampires!" I hear; one of the werewolves growl out.

He had black hair, as his eyes were mismatched, one eye was green while the other was a golden-yellow. He looked like he'd been in a lot of fights if you ask me, and if you ask me. This'll be his last fight.. I thought, a smirk playing on my lips. A soft giggle escaped past my lips. My eyes widening, thinking about thousands of ways, on how to end his pathetic life.

"Why don't you fuck off with your tail between your legs, before I make sure you're digging your own fucking grave?!" Mika hissed, her fangs on display, as her eyes glowed a bright crimson red in the dark. One of the werewolves threw his head back, as he let out a loud howl. The one with the mismatched eyes laughed.

"Feisty one, aye? Leave the two girls alive, get rid of the grandma and boys!" He ordered; a disgusting smirk on his face. How dare he?! Thinking he's the Alpha or something?! Alpha my ass! All of them, wore the same disgusting smirks. At his order, they launched at us. Their speed being much more then what I had anticipated. However, surprisingly... A crack in the ground appeared. "Jump!" I yelled, as we all jumped. I didn't even notice this! I thought, my guard being up even more than before. "JUMP!" I shouted out.

My voice loud and clear. Mika nodded, as the boys (Sami and Jason) did what was asked of them. So did the medic's, we all jumped, high into the air. Just narrowly avoiding the giant crack in the earth of Mother Nature. 

"Don't fucking call me 'grandma', boy!" I heard granny Lilian hiss, as her eyes flashed a bright white before she disappeared. Her voice ringing out into the opening. Her voice low yet venomous, poisonous yet ice cold. What the fuck?! Five werewolves fell down the crack, and met their demise. Nevertheless, it still wasn't enough. "You've lost five of your heavy-hitters, what are you going to do now? Boy?"Lilian taunted, reappearing next to him, as she smiled sickeningly sweet. She landed a high kick to his skull, causing him to hit the ground.

The corner of Mika's lip was threatening to twitch upwards, as Jason whistled. A dry smile cracked Sami's lips, as I'd clap. Making of all those werewolves glare at me, there were at least eleven. "Save that bastard Alpha for me!" Mika yelled, as we all lunged. I immediately understood who she was talking about. A smirk appeared on my lips. Today was going to be a living nightmare. I cackled at the thought. "Aye, aye, captain!"

I said, sarcastically as I cocked my head to the side, avoiding an incoming punch as I giggled. "What are you giggling for?! Die!" Why, why. Isn't he one to talk? He punched me again, I grunt, as I take the full force of the punch. Seeing this, he smirks, going for a round three. But this time, I predict his movements.

Right before his fist could connect, I grab his fist with my free hand, with unnatural speed I appear behind him. His arm twisted behind him, as I slam my boot into his spine, I hear a nasty crack. Which brings an even more of a greater smile to my face. He howled out several profanities under his breath. I smiled through everything, snickering softly. What a nice howl when you're in pain. I thought sarcastically.

In an instant, I feel the back of his boot connect with my gut. Which causes for me to let go and drop my scythe. "Dammit!" I snap, which caused for this werewolf to smirk. I give him the middle finger, as I could feel some of my blood trail down the side of my mouth.

I shouldn't worry about that. I should worry about this guy. We're both fast. We're both supernatural creatures. Who will win this fight? More importantly.

Who'll win the war if I lose the battle?

He grins at me, his sharp canines on display. He rolls up his sleeves, as in less than a second; our hands are wrapped around each other's throats. Vampire strength versus werewolf strength. Our eyes, a pair of gold-like yellow and a pair of bright-crimson red, rival each other as we send each other heated glares.

The will to breathe lessens, second by second, minute by minute. However, that doesn't mean I should give up. "DON'T YOU DARE GIVE UP! YOU'VE COME SO FAR!" It was like I could hear the voice of my mother, in my head, scold me. I smiled weakly at that. "What a weak, pathetic little vampire you are." He said, his smirk never leaving his face. His blonde hair, blown back by the wind. He reminds me a little of myself, someone who's full of hate, misery and bloodlust. However, that's the thing...

He'll never be me. I am my own, individual personality. No one is going to take that away from me. "And yet I thought; the Deriva clan were supposed to be a clan full of legendary vampire warriors? What a shame - "

His sentence was cut off.

As I swung my head forwards, head-butting him straight on the nose. Due to the sudden impact, his nose cracked. And my, my.. It wasn't pleasant, for him. He screamed, as he let go of me dropping me onto my feet. "DON'T call me weak!" I growled out, once freed from his hands that were around my throat.

I reeled my fist back, slamming it down onto the bridge of his nose, as when my fist connected. He flew backwards hitting the ground. I vamp-speeded straight up to him, as he was still on the ground. Clutching his bloody and broken nose with both of his hands. When he looked at me, I kicked him straight in the face.

Causing him to fall flat on his back, his eyes that were once full of confidence, arrogance and bloodlust.

Were now replaced with fear. That one look, gets my blood boiling.

I took a step forward, twigs snapping in two, due to the sudden weight that appeared. He crawled back. I took three more steps forward. He crawled back, even faster. I giggled. I could hear his heartbeat. Fear, pulsing through his veins. "What's the matter?" I said, faking concern as I giggled. I batted my eyelashes at him. "Nothing, fuck off!"

He shouted, his eyes wide. I frowned. "That's mean..." I whispered, 'sadly', before a smile graced my lips as I clapped. "Not like I care, anyway!" I said, my mood changing 'instantly', as I shot my foot forward. The tip of my boot, connected from under his chin. With one powerful, clean, kick his head shot backwards. And trust me, it ended his life.

"Well, well, sister dearest. I didn't know you could kill without making a mess of yourself." I could hear Mika's voice say, as I turned around facing her. I picked my scythe up from the ground, as my brow rose. "Who do you think your getting sassy at?" I snapped, placing a hand on my hip, noticing how three werewolves were burnt to death. One was hanged.

Two were, well let's say they were acting as decoration for the woods. One was easily killed off, as the last, was the one with the mismatched eyes. He was still alive. I wonder why?

"Uh, my bitch sister?" Came Mika's reply, as I merely just smirked at her. "By the way, why is he alive?" At my question, she simply shrugged her shoulders. A scowl plastered on her face. "It's because grandmother thought, it'd be better to keep him alive. For the interrogation shit, which is a pity considering the fact I wanted to have my fun." She said, childishly as she pouted.

I chuckled softly at that. "Let's go people!" I heard grandma say, as with a nod. We dashed off, our weapons in hands.

Ready to face, whatever that comes our way.

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I chuckled, I giggled. I threw my head back, I laughed as I clapped. "She's gone mad..." I could hear Jonathan whisper to Gregory. "She was born mad, idiot." I could hear Gregory spit back. Gregory, Gregory, Gregory. Why must our fate be like this? You love me, not her. The tears wouldn't stop when I heard the news.

The news of your wife Ziva being pregnant with your first fucking child!

But oh well, she's gone. Never to come back, she's gone forever. Her body a mere pile of ashes and bones. Have you ever heard...? Only those who are to meet death, will see them. The spirit's of their deceased lovers, family, friends and so on. The world right now, is questioning their very own existence right now. I couldn't blame them, after all they're going to meet death.

Those who see the spirits of their friends, family and lovers. Will face death.

And that is what's exactly happening, happening to the world. I couldn't help the giggle from escaping my lips, as my auburn hair would be tied up in a bun. My laughter was clear, as the prisoners in front of me were crying. "Let us go, please!" I heard one beg, I laughed. "Let us go, please!" I mocked, as I smirked.

I turned around, facing my two brothers in-law. I watched them struggle against the chains. "They're restraining chains, they feed off of your energy and magic. To make sure you'll be unable to get away, from my grip." I said, softly in a whisper as I ran a hand across Gregory's cheek.

He made a disgusted face at my gesture, I wonder why. "Do you not love me back?" I asked surprised, with a hint of worry lacing my voice. At my question, Jonathan 'choked', as Gregory would laugh. I frowned at that. "What is so funny?!" I said, my voice rising. He still laughed. Gregory. I couldn't figure out if he was mocking me, or just playing with me.

"I merely asked you a question! Do you not love me back?!" I screamed, I could feel my hand glow. "Witch! He does not!" I turned around, hearing Jonathan.

I slapped him. His cheek was burning red from the slap.

"I did not ask you the question! I DID NOT! Who do you think you are?!" I screeched, about to slap Jonathan again. "Stop!" And I did, somehow. "Cynthia, leave him be. This is a matter between us, I do not love you. I never have, my heart is with Ziva and my child." He stated firmly, as I looked at him.

He looked at me back, his eyes were cold as the expression he wore on his face was stoic. No emotions, at all. Is he lying? Does he speak the truth? I leaned in, our eyes remaining contact as we stared into each others eyes. In the end, I looked away.

Why, just why? I clench my fists. Why? Why did my sisters have to have more success than I? Stupid Cynthia, stop thinking such foolish things. You're powerful, they're gone. Gone forever just as if they never existed in the first place. These voices, I must thank them.

Otherwise I'd still remain in that blasted Deriva clan! "Oh well, a pity that your heart remains with your 'wife' and daughter. Even so, I have a question for you. My dear." I whispered, a smile gracing my lips as I saw confusion flash across his face. Knowing Jonathan, he'd figure out where this was heading to.

"And that is..?" Gregory said, sounding unsure which caused for my smile to widen.

"Would your heart belong with me after you kill your own daughter?"

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My legs were screaming at me, begging me to stop. But I didn't. Instead, I dashed forwards, as with a high jump and a roundhouse kick. My foot slammed against the soldiers head. Everywhere, on the ground. Hands started to erupt and tried to drag us under. The clouds were gathering, night had fallen on us.

No matter how hard I wanted to, I couldn't take a break. Because that would cost me my life. Everything had a price to it, to life, to things, to bonds, right now. And I had better things to do, then just die by the hands of my aunt. I have a life. And so did Cat, my sister and I have a life! Is this really a path I wished, yearned and desired to continue to take on? "Bastard!" I hissed, as I slammed my elbow into his nose, as he tried to grab me.

"Those fuckers are zombies!"

Sami yelled out, no shit. I thought they were human looking dogs who were ballet dancers.

I rolled my eyes at his words. Suddenly... I felt something go through my stomach, which caused for me to cough up blood, and for my eyes to widen.

It was a sword.

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What my eyes saw, took my breath away. No matter how much I wanted it to not be true, it was as if Life was laughing at me. Telling me it was true. It was as if Life tattooed that one image, forever into my eyelids. I felt conflicted.

What I smelt, was not the most pleasant thing on earth. It just added more to the list of evidence, that I was not hallucinating. And that everything was real.

It felt like she was next to me, but I knew she wasn't. My eyes widened, as I saw how the sword penetrated her stomach. Blood stained her clothes, and blood was what she coughed up. I'll kill you all! Rang throughout my head. This voice, it felt like it was mine. But it wasn't, it felt more beastly. More inhuman then I. As if it had suffered more then I. The voice sounded like it was in pain, but also enraged at whatever was the source of it's pain.

I guess you know what they say. People feel, they also feel pain. And when they feel pain deep enough, as if pain itself cut through them. They'll be hurt greatly, fresh wounds opening. After that happens, and people try to heal. Scars will be left over, scars are like a closed yet told story.

Scars are like history on the body. It didn't have to matter if they were psychical scars, or mental emotional ones. They were scars, some nasty yet beautiful.

I closed my eyes, as I took a deep breath. Unbeknownst to I, I started to shake. Rage, I started to feel rage, deep inside of me. This anger, it was unbelievable. "Burn! Burn them to the ground! Kami!" Escaped my lips, into a scream. As if on a command, all of those zombies suddenly shot on fire. I smiled, watching them burn. Before my smile turned into an unhappy frown, I thought about Mika.

She's my sister, I'm not letting them rip her away from me!

''Kill them all! Show them no mercy! None! They don't deserve it!" That one, beastly inhuman voice kept on screaming in my head. I just complied, doing exactly what it told me to. "Damn it!" I heard someone yell out, as his eyes suddenly changed. His eyes became a gold-yellow colour, with a spec of orange.

He appeared behind the minion, as with one clean sweep. His head fell off, and Jason's claws were bloodied. A beastly roar left Jason's lips, as he had looked at Mika, full of agony. The grip on the sword loosened as Mika fell down to the ground, before she could actually hit the ground. Jason caught her, and I took down the one who tried to attack them.

Thunder roared, above our heads. As if they grieved the same losses I did.

What was worse, was to add the fact I could hear her crackling laughter, it never left us. It remained with us, scarred deeply into our memory. I felt like she was laughing at us, to tell us we lost. To tell us we lost the battle, and were doomed to drown in our own blood. When we barely even started this battle, we both knew the price to face her was one of our lives. And we were correct.

Misery, pain, and hatred filled my core.

I had trouble keeping my grip on sanity.

But then again, do I have any sanity left?

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