Fan Fiction ❯ No Malice Left ❯ Chapter 3

Chapter 3
“What is your name?” I stared at her for a moment with a quizzical look upon my features.

 

“Moldina” She responded.

 

“Will do you me a favor?”

 

She looked at me strangely then asked what I wanted her to do. I began to explain what had been happening over the last few months and years. She became more aggravated by the moment.

Then pulling out a black wand with a black star on it, her features changed to that of her natural form. Watching as she floated out of the room and took a humane form, my eyes widened considerably. She walked over to Christopher and started asking him why I had been treated so badly.

Chris watched and listened glaring darkly at the spirit not realizing I was in the room. He swore at her in German, Latin, and in English. Inside I was happy for him, but at the same time I wanted my revenge. She took her wand striking him over the head. He was knocked out from the blow.

Suddenly, spikes appeared on the handle of the wand she held in her hands. I stood there watching, wondering why in the hell it did not cause any pain to her. I shook my head then closed my eyes a moment, too soon, for in that moment one of the spikes from the wand hitting Chris directly in the chest. On his heart, a fatal blow. As he gasped out of pain she smiled triumphantly. Chris was dying and there was nothing I, or anyone else could do to save him.

Muttering that she ought to leave now, I had lowered my head as my eyes held more contempt, a more murderous look than they had ever held before. I was rightfully pissed. My companion…or so I hoped would have been my companion was killed. Right before my own eyes.

"Oh my child," She said softly, "I cannot leave you to be brought up alone. I must raise you as my own child."

Glaring darkly at her, swearing at her in Latin first, I closed my eyes to begin to chant the counter-spell to remove her from the Earth. She glowered at me before she disappeared leaving her wand behind. As soon as she was gone the wand slowly started to disintegrate. I stared wide-eyed at what was left after the wand had supposedly disintegrated into nothing more than dust "I Will Return For You One Day…So be Waiting and Be Alive" Was all that was left. As quickly as the message appeared, it disappeared.

 

 

I rushed to Christopher's side; he still had a bit of light left in him. Reaching for the spike in his heart to remove it, he reached up pushing my hand away.

 

"No," He croaked then coughed, "Do not touch it. I want you to get out of here. Take Vindictia with you, she needs you more than ever. Please…take…care…"

 

Those were his final words. He never spoke another word again. His blood surrounded his body. There was nothing I could do. I just sat back upon my knees looking at the grotesque sight of his death. Pinned to the floor by a spike from an evil woman.

 

Remembering that Vindictia was too young to see this, I quickly led her out of the house and down the street to a back alleyway. She looked up at me innocently. Looking back down at her with pity in my eyes I took her head in my hands then quickly placed a kiss upon her forehead.

 

"Vindictia…I am sorry" Was the only thing I said to her that was halfway decent. I shook my head then snapped her neck in a clean swipe. I had to get her out of my life. There was no way I could keep her with me. She would bog me down and I would never be able to get a well paying job that way. I held her limp body in my arms then lain her gently on her side and made her look like she was asleep.

 

Walking away, a sudden dizziness spell hit, falling, I hit the ground and when I awoke, I was in a hotel with a man sitting next to me on the bed. He was waiting for me to awake. He smiled softly at me then patted my hand gently.

 

"W-who are you?"

 

"I am Brian."

 

There was a hint of a British accent in his voice, but what struck me, were his crimson eyes. A hue so beautiful I dared not to look away. I just never understood the fascination until it was much later when he left why his eyes were so mesmerizing.