Snippet #2253930

{I'm sorry, this is the best I could come up with! I'm suffering a lack of inspiration and creativity! Forgive me!}


With steady hands, for the first time since she had arrived at the school, Isabella took hold of the baretta. As she held it awkwardly for a few seconds, observing its sleek metallic frame and switching between hands until she felt comfortable, she smiled. She had never held a weapon before, nor had she been an advocate for violence up until today. She had seen so much more blood than she ever had in her entire 17 years of existence. She had to admit, though shamefully so, it was a bit exhilarating. She watched the back of Dean's head for a moment, studying his blond hair as the sun shone on it, remembering the blond baby in her vision. She furrowed her brows, then turned to Aleksei, as if trying to communicate with him through her thoughts.

"Everyone is treating me like a child," she muttered, a bit peeved as she tucked the gun into her jeans, making sure the safety was on. "I'm not stupid, you know."

"No, but you're precious, Isabella," Selene said, without looking at her. "Your safety is our main priority... These things keep coming after you for a reason, and we have to find out why, but we can only do that with you alive."

Selene then fell back into step with Dean, following a small distance after Vera, who was almost sprinting onward. Suddenly, the sharp scent of blood filled their range. Immediately, Selene's eyes flared as though afire, and her canines budded. The smell was so thick that she could almost taste it as she breathed. She followed the scent with the intensity of a wolf, her eyes wide as she fell into step beside Vera. There was so much blood that Selene could hardly restrain herself. When she caught sight of the gruesome scene, she turned and looked back at Aleksei, commanding him to step in front of Isabella.

"Get her out of here, now!" she snarled, her eyes ablaze and canines bared like an angry animal.

"What? What's going on?" Isabella started, fighting her way past Selene and stopping short upon seeing the gore before her. "Oh...oh my...God..."

They had circled around the forest to come across her house. The windows had been shattered, the door was reduced to nothing but splinters and the sunlight was beaming down into the parlor, where blood was spattered everywhere. The floral wallpaper was stained crimson to the point it was almost unrecognizable. Isabella stood before her porch, mouth agape and wide eyed as she stared in horror into her destroyed home. Her lips were moving, but only dilapidated whispers could be heard tumbling from her mouth. She took ahold of the gun on her hip and screamed, a mixture of rage and terror all in one, as she charged inside.

"PAPA!" she shrieked, pushing past Selene and Veratos to enter her house. Strewn among broken glass and shredded furniture lay the dying body of her father, gurgling and gasping desperately for air despite the blood dribbling from his mouth. "Oh my god... Papa!! Who did this to you?!"

The man looked at her in horror, his warm eyes wide as he shook his head and weakly attempted to lift his hand and point toward the kitchen. When she looked up, there was a man and a woman covered in blood, gazing hungrily at her with furious scarlet eyes. Malignant grins bared hideous sharp teeth, but they were dressed almost similarly as Lorenzo. They both wore matching golden medallions, which were emblazoned with a strange and regal looking emblem. Isabella instinctively unsheathed the baretta, flipping the safety off and pointing in their direction as the two vampires cackled

"Oh my... Angelique, would you look at that..." hissed the man, taking a step toward the girl. As he did so, his body began to shift, tearing his aristocratic clothing from his figure. "What a marvelous sight you are, little virgin!"

"Oh that blood, my child! Olivier, shall we have a taste?" purred the woman, who approached Isabella also, her figure mutating as well.

"Get away from me!" Isabella screamed, her hands shaking madly. "What did you do to my father? Why are you here?"

As they came closer, their pale skin began turning a sickly purplish tone, like the flesh of a cadaver. From their backs, enormous bat like wings unfurled and spread behind them. Their faces contorted until they too resembled the likeness of a bat, their teeth so disgusting and terrifyingly sharp that Isabella could feel the effects of paralysis in her lips. Their eyes glowed almost as fiery as Selene's, though they wielded a burning hatred as they focused on the Italian girl quivering before them.

"His blood did not taste as sweet as yours smells..." cooed Angelique, though he was halted by Olivier.

"Remember what Lord Napoleon instructed, Angelique... We are not to harm the girl! Not a drop of her blood is to be spilled, less he has our heads!"

"Just a little sip, Olivier!"

"Isabella get down!" came Selene's voice, followed by her famous zipping arrow. It pierced through the air past Isabella and impaled the female to the wall through her throat. The creature struggled to breathe, eliciting choking noises while the flesh affected by the arrow hissed and melted away.

Selene appeared in front of the girl, pushing her out of the way before shooting another arrow to pin one of Angelique's wings against the wall and immobilizing her. The creature screamed, trying to fight the weapon that was burning her ghastly flesh. Before Olivier could react, Selene had already aimed and fired one more arrow, striking him in the chest. He wailed in agony and flailed around, one of his wings knocking the huntress to the ground. She groaned, recoiling from the busted nose where his wing had struck her.

"Isabella, shoot him NOW!" Selene barked, and the girl fired.

A bullet cut through the air and lodged itself into Olivier's chest, beside the arrow and near his heart. An earsplitting shriek reverberated through the small house and she shot once more, hitting him square between the eyes and sending him to the ground. Angelique was enraged by this. She reached for the arrow in her throat and yanked it out, blue blood spurting from the wound that didn't heal. She tore the other pinned wing and lunged for Isabella, tackling her to the ground as another gunshot exploded into the air. The two were sent spiraling into the parlor, crashing against the cabinet that held her grandmother's china and completely shattering it all. The glass burst all around them like makeshift fireworks, cutting Isabella all over and consequently spilling her blood everywhere.

By that time, Selene had stood up, already aiming one more arrow at the back of Angelique's head. The scent of Isabella's blood filled the room as if a bottle of perfume had just broken onto the ground, momentarily clouding the huntress's judgment. She blinked it away, her eyes glowing ferociously, attempting to focus on the creature Isabella was single handedly trying to fight off.

"We will have your blood, little virgin!" Angelique roared, another gunshot punctuating her sentence. Selene let her arrow fly, and then the royal fell off to the side, dead.

"Aleksei, get Isabella!" Selene cried, squeezing her eyes shut and holding her breath.

The Italian had already stood up, albeit a little wobbly, covered in glass and cuts. She held the gun, which shook crazily in her tiny fingers. There was a blank, readless expression on her face and in her glossed eyes- as if she was experiencing some kind of post traumatic shock. She panted heavily, her heart beating madly inside her chest and consequently screwing up Selene's train of thought- all she could focus on was the sound of Isabella's blood flowing in her veins, her heart pace like a dinner drum. The girl brushed past Selene to collapse on her knees beside her father, whom was clutching a photograph in his hand.

"My sweet girl..." he whispered, his voice breaking as tears flowed from his cheeks. She pressed her face to his trembling palm, her own eyes becoming strained with sorrow, though no tears fell. "I... Will always... Always love you..."

She sobbed as the warmth in his eyes faded, and his final breath escaped his lips. His hand went limp against the girl's cheek, who was still desperately clinging to it. The bitter moment became even moreso as she heard glass crunching beneath someone's boots, and when she looked up Selene was standing in front of her, guarding her from two more figures that donned the same golden medallions around their necks. These two were both male and extremely handsome, though their young looking faces were cold and emotionless.

"Ahh... Selene, my love," one of them hissed. His sandy brown hair was combed nicely, and his crisp white suit was not tainted with a single drop of blood. "It has been so very long... I do believe the last time we encountered each other, I had your father's lungs in my hand."

"Emile," Selene growled. "Don't you dare come any closer. Aleksei and I will rip you limb from limb."

"At ease, huntress," said the other man, this one with hair almost as white as Aleksei's. "We simply come to speak with the virgin."

"We have no desire to converse, Guillaume, now get out. You've been warned..."

"Avalon does not frighten me," said Emile, his features remaining perfectly stoic, until he noticed Isabella, who had just risen to her feet behind Selene. His eyebrows slightly arched at her visage, and even his eyes became a bit larger. "Oh, my... Bonjour, ma belle..."

"My, aren't you a lovely sight!" Guillaume commented. When he appeared to intend on approaching her, Selene immediately blocked the girl. "Your beauty surpasses that of the oracle!"

"Indeed, Maria could not have compared..."

"Who are you?" Isabella questioned, eliciting a glare from Selene.

"We are the sons of emperor Napoleon," responded Emile, noticing the others whom had come to the girl's rescue. "And we have come to prepare you for your wedding."