Her Soul and His Blood

With lightning speed Lord Augustin vanished into darkness, something is wrong with him. I approached the priest and held his hand and helped him to stand.

"Thank you." He said with his metallic voice. But his face turned pale when he saw my fangs. He took his sword and waved it but before it could hurt me, I stopped him.

"I am not a bad guy, I came to help you." I said softly.

" help us?"

"Will the king die? I am Mr.Peterson, I obey his orders, I refused, most of us, because we cant kill these innocent people. But he wanted to kill them and feed on them. He is a cruel king who cannot be stopped but you are able to stop him now." My voice never gave a clue of treacherous.

"No, he wont die, he is stronger than we think. All this cannot kill him, see this necklace, this is called the Red stone, even this is not able to kill him even after running my sword through his heart. He has some power which is protecting him. But I have a plan for him." The priest said.

"I will be glad to help you to save these peoples, Strange man." I said politely.

"call me Mr. Andrews."

We spoke for more than hours and I went back to the castle in search of Lord Augustin. I saw him sitting on his throne. But there was no sign of being injured, he had self healing power. The power that I never knew that he had.

"My Lord." I bowed myself to him. He raised from his throne and walked towards me.

"Where were you Peterson?" His voice had a terror in it. His eyes were back to normal now from that red colored one.

"My Lord I was planning to protect the prince's." I hidden the fear which was traveling throughout my body. He calmed down, may be because he believed what I said just now. He motioned me to go.

I went to Hance's and Lance's room, those two were playing hide and seek. They approached me when they saw me.

"Kids, lets play a game ?" I said in a childish way leaning towards them. They nodded their head and sat silently in the bed. The kids was watching me doing all these stuffs. I lightened the torch and put the fire on the curtain. The fire started to spread soon, the kids jumped on the bed clapping their hands seeing the glow spreading in their room.

"The one who stays in the bed for long will win." I whispered on their ears. I went out of the bed, turning behind to see the kids sitting calmly to win the game.I poured the water which was in my pocket, making a circle around the room and left the room.

One of the servant who was passing

by saw the room in fire and saw the kids, he ran towards the room to save the kids but was thrown away He approached Lord Augustin about the event happening. We went near the room, Lord Augustin tried to enter the room but even he is thrown away. The fire started to catch the furnitures and it is almost near to catch the bed, those kids were watching everyone who were staying outside.

"You wont be able to step in" I smirked, "The room is surrounded by holy water and only I can rescue the kids." I continued.

"Peterson, rescue them, its my order."

"I don't listen to orders anymore. I have a condition to save your kids." I folded my arms and raised one eyebrow with a smirk on my face. Lord Augustin's eyes widened, lips sealed and eyebrows furrowed. I took his golden sword from his throne and walked near to him. The fire was catching wildly and the kids were scared.

"Don't think too much Lord, before they burn to ashes we have to save them but, you have to sacrifice your life for them."

"What?" He shouted, his voice echoed in the castle.

"only if you wanted them to live,I am not forcing you to do." I smirked.

Lord Augustin watched his kids screaming and the fire catching their bed. His eyes flowed with tears, suddenly he stood straight,his eyes narrowed. He looked at his kids and grabbed the sword from me,his hands were shaking a bit but it

stopped suddenly and I noticed that

his eyes turned red.

"You have to cut your throat by yourself." This time my voice was low, may be because I am scared.

He took his golden sword in his right arm and placed it near his throat. " promise me that you will save my kids."He said in his sharp voice piercing my ears. I shook my head without saying a word.

When he turned at last to face me

there was no trace of tears, not in his eyes or in track marks on his reddening face. His eyes were narrowed, rigid, cold, hard. In that moment knew he was already far away once more I was the enemy. These swings from most loved to most hated would be the end of me. His states had no greyscale, only the polar extremes existed. I drew in a deep breath, the burning hard stare would last only as long as it took him to think of the most brutally cutting thing he could tear me down with.

And finally, he can't bear his kids burning in that fire, so he decided to cut his throat. He passed his sword through his carotid artery.

It flowed out of the limp body and splattered onto the floor. It seemed into every corner of the room and made the once beauty of the manor was ruined by the gore of the red, flowing blood.

I ran and took some amount of blood which was flowing from his throat in a cup. His legs were no more supporting his body, he collapsed to the ground, his red eyes were staring at his kids and he was enchanting something that I can't understand.

The bed was under fire and the kids were screaming out loud.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐