A Tale of Paranormals

Death Conquered Again

Death Conquered Again

Amarantia struggled with getting the Vampyre's hand to cease from cutting her air supply.

She heard a growl and the words ‘Get away from her!’ from John before he attacked. But he was swatted away like a fly by the black, leathery wings that sprouted from the Vampyre's back. The Wolf was thrown across the room, and he hit a wall hard, falling unconscious.

“J-John!” Amara gritted out, trying hard to get the hand that was choking the life out of her off. She then decided to look straight into his eyes, glaring fiercely into scarlet red. He too looked back with a fang smirk.

And right there is where everything started. As the two of them continue to stare into each other’s eyes, they felt a click. It was as if the world suddenly made sense.

The Vampyre let her go, still looking into her eyes. They suddenly realized that they were-

“Mate.” They said at the same time.

It was well known in the Supernatural circle that Supernatural Individuals, even Daemons, only have one destined soulmate that Magic had approved of.

One's perfect match. Some luckily meet theirs and they live a happy life, others don't. The unlucky ones have to marry another but they won’t feel full as per with their destined one. And Amarantia just met hers… who was currently trying to kill her… and also having the thought of drinking her blood.

‘This has to be a joke right, Mother Magic?’ She thought with a plea, her plan to attack him forgotten. But then a memory resurfaced.

She remembered that her mother telling her that she met her Soulmate, her father, when he tried to kill her.

‘What is with this endless circle of trying to kill your Mate?’ Amarantia’s expression melts into that of dead bemusement.

Yeah… This is a joke.

“By the Overlord… you are… you’re my Mate!" The Vampyre started, releasing his captive and moving backwards to give her some space.

Amarantia gasped in relief and sucked in some precious air. "By the goddesses, this is so NOT how I wanted to meet my life partner. Are you ok?" The Vampyre asked.

‘Seriously?’ Amarantia said internally as she stared blankly and flatly at him with a dry and unimpressed look. ‘After trying to kill me, you're asking me that?’

“My lady?”

So, you remember that Ice Shard spell she wanted to use? Yeah… She decided to use it now.

Amarantia thrusted her hand at him and before he could move or say a word, he became an ice cushion.

Amarantia then walked over to John, muttering cusses at the Vampyre, knowing he was still alive and can hear her clearly.

She revived her friend and he jolted up, looking wildly for the bastard that knocked him out.

When John saw him – the Vampyre was trying to remove the remaining shards from his body – he snarled and was about to attack when Amarantia grabbed him by his neck.

“Hold it big guy.” She said to him as he kept struggling. “You don't want me Mateless do you?”

This made him to pause and look at her with eyes wide in shock and jaws slacked in disbelief. Although being in a dog form, he sure looked comical.

“What?!!” John shouted in indignation, not quite believing his ears. “You're telling me that this bastard, HIM, the manic that just tried to kill you, is your soulmate?!!”

“Believe me, you're not the only one that is in disbelief. My mate just had to be the Vampyre that tried to grant me death by choking moments ago. Wonderful…” She drawled with a deadpan look.

“And for that I'm truly sorry.” The Vampyre said, his wounds beginning to heal.

“It’s been long since anyone has come into my home. And the only time humans come in, they try to steal one thing or another. I dislike people stealing from me."

Okay, that she understood perfectly. Humans were uncouth begins and tried to take advantage of everything, but still, that was no excuse.

“Whatever. Save it. I so don't want to hear your excuses.” Amarantia raised her hand up, rolling her eyes.

“As compensation for trying to kill me, I'll be staying near the front door with my friend and horse. Please, do not disturb us.”

“Wait.” The Vampyre dashed to her and grabbed her hand gently. Amarantia jerked away from him, glaring hotly at him.

“Do not you touch me.” She warned him with a finger raised threateningly before starting to walk towards her horse, John by her side, giving the Vampyre the dog version of the stink eye.

“Look, I know we started off on the wrong foot and I want to correct that.” The Vampyre said while following her.

Amarantia halted in her steps. She heaved a sigh before turning to face the Vampyre.

“My name Daemas Ranseur.” He said with a posh bow.

“May I have the honour of knowing your name?” He asked with a soft tilt of his lips.

“No. No you may not.” Amarantia replied bluntly and with an impassive facial expression, making Daemas wince internally.

She continued her journey to her horse and sat down in front of her.

John took a spot at her left and sat close to her, keeping sharp, keen eyes on the Vampyre before them.

Amarantia casted a small heat spell to keep them warm.

By the Mothers, times like this, she wished she didn’t get her powers late.

Daemas, seeing that he was fighting a losing battle, sighed in defeat and made his way upstairs.

When next he came back down, an hour later, he was met with the sight of Amarantia sleeping and shivering, hugging her wolf(?) tightly for warmth, her heat spell deactivated.

And also, there was a huge hand print bruise around her neck.

‘Gods above, I squeezed too hard.’ He winced, taking her form in.

“You do know that you’re being creepy right now, don’t you?” John stared at the Vampyre with a creeped out look on his, and for a wolf, it was quite funny.

“My apologies.” Daemas replied.

John blinked in surprise. “You… you can understand me?”