Heart Over Sword-Chapter 327: Vengeance tastes so Sweet (4)

"How dare you!" Green sparks shot towards him, but he moved before the witch raised her hand and saw him move aside. "Our sister!"

That was the leader’s voice, and she looked exactly like her ancestor, who also led the sisters. Killian’s ruby eyes flicked to the other. They were spitting images of them. If it weren’t for their conversation prior, he might have taken them for their ancestors or reborn if that was a thing among witches.

Killian also didn’t know how long witches lived, for they could have been the same. Their powers indicated that they were not the ’real deal’, though. He could kill them with a snap of his finger. All he wanted to do was end their line, though. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

"Are you the last of the Salim line?" He enquired quietly, watching the second oldest sister, the bored one he knew, had killed Suzie.

"No," the bored one, one with a pointed nose and pale blue eyes that were almost white. The same as her sisters, navy, almost purple hair that was cut short compared to the others who kept it long. "We made sure to bed and breed."

There was no change in her heart rate to reveal she lied, but Killian remembered the witch she looked the same as also behaved the same.

"Then it looks like I need to go hunting after this then," Killian smiled as though he couldn’t wait to get his hands on these other witches.

Another magic ball blasted towards him from behind. Again, he dodged it and looked behind him, where the floorboards and the walls were starting to go up in flames. Even if they didn’t hit him, they could still kill him with the use of fire.

Killian wasn’t invincible; he was the strongest, sure, but not that powerful. If he was, then he would never have been overpowered by witches and put in a tomb.

He zipped towards the pair, their poor senses unable to keep up with his speed as he pushed the leader witch over the bannister, making her fall backwards and gripped the bored witch by the throat, lifting her until she was above him, choking.

"Where can I find your children?" Killian asked, arching his eyebrow when she spat on his cheek. "I don’t mind getting dirty in the sheets, love, or when I torture my victims, but spitting is very rude."

"You’re disgusting," she croaked, her feet dangling and trying to kick him. He waited for her to cast some attack magic on him, but the small power he could feel thrumming beneath her skin was hardly anything.

Killian looked behind him at Suzie. "Let me guess... You used all your power up to kill the girl?" When he swivelled back to look at her, he noticed the lead witch had used her powers to land on cushions. Otherwise, she might have snapped her neck.

Lowering the one in his hand closer to him, Killian asked again, "Where are your so-called children? Answer me, and I will make your death quick." It was never going to be quick.

When no answer came, he sank his teeth into her throat. Killian ensured this witch wouldn’t feel the bliss of his fangs. No, it would be torturous. He made it feel as though needles were piercing her eyes and her body was being burnt. The witch cried out while Killian enjoyed her blood.

It was almost impossible for him to stop as he groaned, the blood smeared over his face as he sank deeper, the holes becoming wider.

"She lied!" The last sister screamed. "She lied now. There aren’t any others! Let her go! Now!"

A bolt of lightning zapped through Killian, and his whole body stiffened, dropping the witch who had been mostly drained. Her heartbeat was slow and almost non-existent. On the other hand, Killian dropped to his knees once the magic wore off. He was tempted to lick up the witch’s blood spilling across the carpet. His craving was so dangerous and needy, but the lightning bolt had woken him from his red, misty bliss.

Turning around, his eyes glistened as he stared at the last witch. She hovered in the air, her eyes now a bright yellowy-green matching the colour of her magic swarming around her in powerful waves as her long hair swept back. Killian grabbed one of his daggers and threw it at her, but she deflected it, swiping her hand. It flung to the side, hitting the wall.

In the time it took the final witch to deflect the dagger, Killian ripped the other witch’s throat out with his fangs, officially ending her life. Doubt still clouded his mind about the possibility of other Salim witches, but when the last witch tried to save her sister, he knew from the tone of her voice and the steady beat of her racing heart that she was not lying. They were the last of them.

The last witch stared at her dead sisters, green fire erupting behind, the beams beginning to cave in. Throwing her head back, she cried and glared at Killian. "You vile creature! This is why your kind were distinguished!" She pointed at her sisters. "Because of the butchers that you are!"

Killian smirked. "It’s nothing personal love... Oh, actually, it is. Blame your ancestors for your sisters’ deaths." In one swift movement, he walked and stepped off the bannister, lunging for the witch who had only seen him at the last minute. She blasted her magic, but Killian had already tackled her by then.

They fell to the ground, the wood snapping beneath them. Killian’s hand shot straight through her chest as he watched her, comparing her features to her ancestors. So alike, yet her powers were nowhere as strong enough. "How low the Salim family has fallen." He squeezed her heart until it burst in her chest.

Killian wanted to make her suffer for longer, but the fire was beginning to swallow the mansion whole by this point. The vampire stared at the witch, memories resurfacing from what the Salim Witches. He was so lost in his sombre mood as he walked away from the three witches and dead chambermaid that he ignored the sky. His boots crunched into the gravel outside, eyes cast down with the sweet taste of vengeance on his tongue while the sky shimmered a bright green before dispersing.

The rest of the evening and early morning, Killian celebrated in a nearby village, their Inn welcoming any guests. He charmed those working, making them believe he wasn’t covered in blood and had another bath with a bottle of wine. For the first time, he rested without hearing the screams and cries of his people as they died and asked for his help.

The following day, dressed in new clothes that seemed all the rage among the nobles now, Killian strolled down the cobbled streets, whistling to himself, hands in pockets, stopping after hearing the town’s gossip.

"Thirty people are dead! All high lords and ladies in the surrounding areas!"

"How strange. Did someone ’ave it out for them?"

"What if they were those creatures..."

"Pfft, stop letting your imagination get the best of ya and get back to work!"

Thirty nobles dead? Killian shrugged, bored from what was obviously some new trend among the nobles that probably caused their deaths. Now feeling a little restless after wanting vengeance for so long, the vampire decided to drop by Evanna before venturing off to do his own thing.

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