To His Hell and Back-Chapter 132: Ancient Writings

Arabella wasn’t foolish. She could see in that split of seconds that felt like hours how Cassius’s red eyes had moved to the corners of his face. He had seen how Morpheus whose head had been cut cleanly from his neck had moved, his hand raised as it was holding the syringe.

Though he knew that in that syringe was a potion that could turn him into a creature controlled by the sorcerer, he had continued moving forward, knowing exactly how if he stop, the others would catch up to her and take her away.

In this second, Arabella felt the arms firmly wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her into his chest. At the same time, she could see the syringe that was about to pierce Cassius’s neck and in a desperate attempt to stop it, Bella covered his entire neck with her arms, feeling the needle that pierced through her skin easily and the pang of pain as Morpheus had injected the purple liquid into her body.

Cassius who had seen what happened immediately felt his heart that had fell.

He turned to see her, seeing how the headless body’s hands had pushed the syringe wildly into her hand and her expression that scrunched in pain. In matter of seconds, Arabella’s body fell weakly to his arm.

He held her close, his crimson eyes widening in sheer panic of it all, "Birdie? Arabella!" He yelled her name as he noticed how in a few second, her face that had turn as white as a sheet and her lips that trembled in blue color.

"Tsk," Morpheus’ head that was on the ground began to move as the headless body had picked its head, forcefully pushing it back to its neck but when he realized how he couldn’t attached his how head back seamlessly, he decided to forgo his original plan and merely held his head near his hips. "Why would you even try to protect a vampire Bella? Indeed something in you have been broken since your childhood and that exactly what set you apart from the others but to protect a vampire is too shameful."

Cassius couldn’t bother with what Morpheus was saying, he pulled her arms, trying to see the potion that had been injected into her arms only to see that there were marks crawling all over her from her fingertips. No. It wasn’t marks but letters. Those letters spread from her fingertips all over her arms, slowly reaching out toward the pinhole needle wound on her arm that Morpheus had pricked at.

But those letters that felt ancient continued to completely surround her body, spread all over her body entirely until it crawled from her neck even across her face.

"What have you done?!" Cassius snapped his head over Morpheus, demanding for an example but he could feel from the corner of his face how there was a curled blade trying to pierce his right eye and drag his entire body backward with the sickle.

In that blink of a second, Cassius held the blade with his bare finger, stopping it mid air. His eyes then snapped to the smiling red haired woman who was staring at him with a bright pair of green eyes. That similar green color that akin to emerald which Arabella also shares seem to have spell something he needed to fit all the odd puzzle about Arabella’s birth.

Cassius didn’t hesitate as he turned the sickle around, chopping the woman’s wrist and then throwing the sickle forward to the black haired man who was about to attack him. The sickle’s blade went straight to his forehead, pinning the man deep to the wall as his body flinch and squirm around from the pain.

But that didn’t stop them entirely.

One was headless and his power though seemingly stronger, he hadn’t fought which meant he couldn’t. The only ones he had to focus on was the red haired woman who was grinning from ear to ear and the man whose head he had nailed to the wall.

Three against one isn’t fair. But Cassius had gone one versus two hundred before which ended up in him winning.

It shouldn’t be difficult only except this time, he was far too busy focusing on Arabella’s condition as he picked her body up with his bloody hands, pushing her to his shoulders in one swift movement.

He then saw the red haired woman whistling, "Where are you going now? Such a shame to end this early don’t you think?"

Cassius didn’t answer her. His eyes didn’t leave Arabella, not even for a second. The letters were still crawling. No, those ancient letters were burnt all across her skin like burning brands etched by unseen hands. He could hear how her heartbeat flutter, weak and uneven against his chest, and for the first time in years, his own heart pounded like a war drum behind his ribs.

The red haired woman giggled, resting her chin on her palm as if watching a play. "Awfully quiet, Crown Prince. Surely you aren’t scared?" Her voice lilted sweet, mocking him.

Cassius shifted his gaze, not saying a word. His hand reached for the sword that had suddenly manifested over his left hand with cold and trained precision. Meanwhile his other hand was tight as it wrapped its tight grip to make sure that Arabella was no where further than a hair’s breadth from him.

"I should take care of him," said the woman, giggling, "You can stay back."

"Don’t be too rash," Morpheus schooled the woman, "Even though he is a mere vampire, he’s different from the rest of his kind."

"Yes, yes, I know," the woman said with an unbothered humming. She then walked forward, pulling something from her pocket which had turned out to be a potion in the color of a bright blue liquid. It was the kind of liquid that spells trouble, something that shouldn’t be drank by anyone.

But without a hesitation, the woman had pushed the drink into her mouth and her throat bobbed as she drank it that caused her green eyes to glow and gleam. She then wiped her mouth, walking toward Cassius with a giggle, "My name is Danielle, Your Highness. What about yours?"

Cassius was in no mood to play around. He swiped his sword to his right, his left hand tightening over Arabella’s body, "Shut up. Just do what you’re here for."