Snippet #1482249

When Demetrius rushed out of the room and ran past the two of them, Iris felt joy overflowing her, but it was in that moment that she saw the blood soaked knife in his hands and her heart tightened. He was obviously trying to get help or help someone himself and when Eillot pulled her to follow him she didn’t resist, eager to see what exactly was going on. They soon entered another room and when they looked down the window to see where Demetrius had disappeared to, the sight in front of their eyes was unbelievable. A huge black dog that looked like the Cerberus with just one of his heads was on top of one of the twins trying to get a good bite out of her. There was also a white dog yapping at the beast while the other twin was screaming in panick for her sister. Then Demetrius did something incredible. He raised his knife and charged at the creature – or rather, he tried to – when one of the dog’s large paws went for his body in a failing attempt to strike the man. Demetrius was no longer the bookish fragile looking man Iris thought he was and everything in him from his stance to his martial arts-like actions proved her right.

Eillot was obviously better prepared than her, at least mentally, for she didn’t stand there just looking at them and grabbed one of the curtains along with its pole. She asked Iris to help and after the two settled the pole in what seemed to be a good position, Eillot climbet out the window and headed for the fight. After quite a few moments of hesitation Iris decided to do the same, but just as she was halfway trough, the pole lost its balance and the girl ended up falling on her back with the pole on top of her. Fortunately for her, it wasn’t that heavy.

As soon as she got up she saw the beast opening four slashes with its hellish claws in the trapped twin’s body as the white dog managed to scare him with the flames coming from his fur. Flames?! Iris looked bewildered how the little dog –wolf- whatever it was – fired up. Spontaneous combustion? Of course the beast didn’t look normal as well with his huge fangs and black pelt that seemed made of shadow and darkness, but Iris failed to comprehend all of that when she had her eyes focused on the girl beneath it. Now she was seeing everything clear and fear started to creep inside her. This wasn’t a fairy tale anymore. When the golden sparks poured down along with the blood from the twin’s wounds, Iris knew it wouldn’t take long until the end. She ignored her urge to go over to Demetrius and rushed at the twin’s side taking the silk rope that hanged from her sack in her hands. She used her blue dance outfit as a bandage and wrapped the rope tightly around the twin’s body, getting it halfway up gently.
„Shhh..it’s gonna be alright” she whispered pressing down on the wounds and trying to stop the blood’s flow.

Seamus wasn’t feeling as good as he thought he would after his long awaited drink. His legs were shaking and his head was spinning so there wasn’t much left for him to do except to try to remember how to walk properly. There was still commotion upstairs and some of the people rushed back down after a couple of minutes as he was making his way to the stairs. The Irishman changed his mind when he saw the crowd and headed towards the exit of the house to avoid meeting anyone else. Outside he took a left corner asking himself what would be best to do in this case when he needed a good sleep more than anything else. Little he knew that he was about to meet some of the Lucky Draws and the twins just a couple of steps away.
At first he only saw Demetrius’ backside and he raised his hand in a feeble attempt to call him over.
„Hey…Dam…Dimitriuzzz” his weak voice didn’t reach the man so Seamus had to walk over to him but what he saw in front of him was nothing he would have expected. On the neatly trimmed grass stood Iris holding one of the twins like a child close to her chest and she looked like she was about to burst into tears at any given time. The other sister looked half crazed with sorrow. Eillot was there as well.
„Wha’ …wha’ happen’d?” he managed to ask weakly, like he was surrounded by mist.