![]() ![]() The foreign persona that had covered his soul, now retreated and crept back into the corners, writhing waiting howling for blood, crying out for his body to become its vessel upon the hour in which he must surely fall, to be resurrected anew. He gave a small shiver as the haze that had infiltrated his senses parted. He had nothing to compare it to in his brief span of days. It was unlike feeling the three ladies dying. It felt as though his insides filled with lava for a fleeting moment it was not the same as the Eucharist or crucifix burning a brand against his flesh. Jonathan leapt to his feet, as a pain not his own rippled through him. From the way his eyes darted around, she knew he was trying to ascertain what the truth of his reality was. As Jonathan gasped and held himself, she saw that aspect of her goal was successful. There was heard a pained grunt a demonic snarl. There was the sound of hissing flesh, the odour of which reached her vantage point. She wanted to break him loose and return to him his mind once more, before more could be accomplished. If one was bound by such a presence, then the pain of one would flow fast and become that of two. No, that vital once-living organ had not been her target, no matter her longing not yet. The blessed bullet struck not the vampire’s heart, but his shoulder. It sounded even louder than when she had saved Quincey and Jonathan with one blow. Mina fired the crack of the shot sounded dreadfully loud, even with the chaos of an ongoing battle surrounding her on all sides. ![]() She put all her hopes on Jonathan she placed all her repulsion straight for the Count. Perhaps, it would even make a shudder of revulsion shiver through her that could ruin her intent. She might have said a prayer right now, but she feared in her present state that it would only do her harm she had feared such before. She heard the dull thump of a body falling to the ground behind her then, she felt Quincey’s steadfast hand on her shoulder briefly saw him draw back from her side, knowing she needed the space. She shoved back that malignant presence within her heart. Mina’s finger quivered she bit down the worry, and the anger and the terror that wanted to claim her. It was only the Count’s power that induced it. ![]() It was only what Jonathan was becoming that revelled in such a display. They had spoken of this, and she knew his heart he didn’t truly want him. Jonathan opened his arms, as though to welcome it from what she could see from this angle, his smile was beatific his eyes, vacant enthralled. No, it was a pose of submission towards the one who would be his death. He appeared to be moving with a grace not entirely his own, into a position of kneeling, the kukri blade sheathed and in his belt again. She mustn’t harm him, however close he was to casting away everything. Only Jonathan’s presence in the Count’s arms stayed her hand. She steadied herself, for Quincey had said how easy it was for heightened emotion to ruin a shot however, he had also mentioned it could be a boon if you were mad enough. She raised the rifle, and did her best to aim. Young, and in love, and planning for a future which was ripe with splendour. The greater portion of her, though, only desired for her husband to free from such horror to join her in the light she wanted them to be as they had been, what felt like ages ago. It hurt to confess that even to her own mind, but she could see its appeal, to embrace the shadows. Perhaps they would still love one another, but they would be of his make.Ī piece of her wanted it. If they failed, and if the others fell, she and Jonathan would be just like him. She knew what must surely happen if they were, having been under that duress before. She was only able to act, for the full force of the Count’s gaze, and his attentions were not on her, but upon her husband. Mina felt the same pull as Jonathan did, and struggled against it. ![]()
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