The Blood Revolution (SOON)

Chapter 23

I felt my body tremble. I grabbed Hannah and attempted to ran but she told me to stay put.

"We can't stay here. We're gonna die!" I was panicking. I don't plan on getting cut into pieces today.

"No one can harm you here, Peter!" She pressed my arm tight, causing me to wince. "You need to see this if you want to understand everything."

There came a screech, loud and piercing that I feel on my knee. Hannah lifted me up. Two horsemen leapt from two black stallions and landed infront of us, catching me by surprise. I tried to run but Hannah grabbed my shirt and kept me still. The two men walked slowly towards us. Sharp claws grew out of their hands on what used to be nails. They hissed, fangs bared. These aren't humans. They're vampires.

"Hannah, you better do something," I told her. "I don't plan on dying here in the past."

One of the vampires leapt and reached for us. I screamed but the man went through me as if I were nothing but mist. He landed straight behind me where a cart covers a young boy.

A scream.

The vampire left like a zing of a bullet, leaving the kid drained of his blood, two red dots tainted his pale neck. I recognized the kid from earlier with the wooden toy car. His eyes were wide open, face contorted out of horror and pain. A drip of blood trickled down the side of his icy lips.

He's dead.

Yelling and screaming amplified behind me. I turned around and a surge of cold icy wave slapped me. Men, women, children—torn to shreds like breadcrumbs. The soles of my feet felt like pricked. This is too much to watch.

"What the hell is this?" I cried at Hannah. "We need to help all these people!"

She grabbed my arm when I attempted to run. Her blue eyes, fierce and piercing, met mine. "Peter, there is nothing you can do," she said. "The past is already written. You can't change it. The fate of these people are already done."

"They're going to die!" I pointed out.

"They're already dead!"

My chest ached. I couldn't watch it. I couldn't bear the sight of it. Not while they're dying and I'm here. . . watching them die. That's it! I swung my arm off of Hannah's grip and ran towards the nearest vampire.

"Peter, what are you doing?" she yelled at me.

"If you want to sit one out, I don't care! I'm helping these people!" It was a reckless move but I felt the need to help these innocent lives. I saw a sword lying cold, bathing on the crimson liquid on the ground. I picked it up and slashed at the back of the monster kneeling infront of a woman. But the sword zipped past his body, like it was made of thin air.

Someone grabbed me by the collar and I dropped the bloody weapon that clanged softly on the ground.

"You hard-headed cow!" Hannah thundered. "I told you we don't exist in this timeline! Don't you see? It's too late! This event already happened. You can't save anyone here."

She pointed her arm infront of us and my eyes darted towards the direction. I wanted to flee from the scene that greeted my eyes. Beneath the silent sky dotted with billions of twinkling stars, dead bodies littered the ground. Blood splattered on the walls of the cottages and on the ground, leaving a stream of fresh red blood sinking on the sand, drank by the earth as if it too longed the taste of blood. I felt my insides forming a knot.

"They're all. . . dead." My voice faltered I almost choked.

"This is the first attack the Valerious coven did on the halfbloods," Hannah began. "Two nights ago in this timeline, a prophecy was stated. The end of vampires lies at a halfblood's hands. No one knows who said it or how the prophecy came to be. The Valeriouses just started exterminating halfbloods to prevent the prophecy from happening." She heaved a breath. "You see, Peter. We might not be able to change how the past was written. But the future is still a blank slate and we are the pen. What the future may hold is completely within our hands. That is why we need all the halfbloods we can get. To stop this from happening again. Halfbloods need to survive. . . To be free."

The skies brightened. A massive mass of cloud unvieled the world and a full blood-red moon rose above us, enveloping the world in an ocean of red gleam. The skies reflected the blood on the ground, a red pool of halfblood lives.

Neighhhhh.

Hannah and I turned around. Four figures emerged from the shadows of a torn-down cottage. Midnight black capes rippled behind their backs as their giant horses walked slowly towards the village's main square where Hannah and I are standing in one corner, domed by a shadow of a lampost with a fading torchlight. Even as I couldn't glimpse the faces of the newcomers underneath their black hoods, they carried fear with them.

They stopped in the middle of the square and the one leading them slowly pulled off his hood. I felt cold sweat trickling down my spine. I knew this person. I've seen him in one of my dreams. Skin pale and bluish as ice; eyes bright blue and piercing like needles; hair slicked back, black as coal. Seeing him here made my knotting intestines revolt in panic. My knees buckled.

"Lucian," Hannah whispered, voice full of repulsion. "He's responsible for all this."

The rest of the newcomers followed Lucian's lead on lowering their hoods. One of them had a short black hair cut in army style, a sword strapped behind his back. The other one beside him is blond and looks younger than the other two. He too had the same pale skin and blue eyes. He turned to my direction and met my gaze but he could see nothing. He couldn't see me.

My heartbeat quickened as our eyes met. I feel like I should know him. But before I could see better, Lucian spoke. "Gather your men. Burn the entire village. Spare no one!"

The black-haired man nodded and moved ahead. The blond man glimpsed at my direction again before following the other vampire.

"We need to leave now," Hannah said and grabbed my arm.

Infront of us, the fourth rider lowered it's hood, exposing long, ebony black hair braided by the sides. Coated in crimson, her lips appeared bloodied on her ghostly skin.

She turned to our direction.

Her eyes blazed in bright blue, her expression dark and haunting.

I felt Hannah's grip on my arm tightening.

"She can see us." Her voice quaked.

"What?" I trembled in shock. "But I thought you said no one could see us here?"

"Peter, run!"

The woman jumped from the horse and grabbed something from her sidepocket. The torch glinted and I saw the glistening dagger in her hands. Eyes vibrant blue, she threw the dagger at our direction. Hannah grabbed my arm and shouted something I wasn't able to comprehend. She whirled around me and we exploded in a bright white light. I felt like being squeezed into a pulp until we dropped into an open space, slamming ourselves in the rough, dusty road infront of the old abondoned house where we started.

My fall was bad. I face-slammed on the ground. I tasted dust on my tongue, blood on my lips. I grunted. "Who was that?" I asked when I recovered from the pain of the fall.

"Aemilia," Hannah replied, coughing off the sand and dust of her lips. "A Valerious. A time-walker. Like me. But she's a lot more powerful than I am." She got up and wiped herself. "I can't believe she was there too." She fell silent, heaving a series of deep breaths. She got up. "We need to go back to the Haven. It's almost evening."

She's right. The sky was beginning to turn dark. We need to get back to the hideout before we get caught up in another vampire ambush.

I followed Hannah as she walked limply back into the convertible. That's when I noticed the liquid dripping in the sand, creating a droplet trail of red. I followed the trail and was horrified to see a knife stabbed in Hannah's back.

"Hannah, you're bleeding!"

I ran towards her just in time for her to collapse on my arms.

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To be continued. . .