up demanding silence and this I knew was so he could issue another order. I was right when he spoke without an ounce of feeling,
“Pick another one.” The Queen baulked, recoiling back a step before saying,
“But Master it will only mean the death of one of my…” He raised a hand to stop her and demanded again, in a deadly voice,
“I. Said. Pick…another one!” At this the Queen’s shoulders slumped and the panicked looks between the twins were witnessed by the older sister’s silent devastation as she glanced up at them.
It was clear, if nothing else, that the Harpy sisters cared for their offspring. But in the hands of their Master, they had all become nothing more than expendable puppets to use for his gain. So, with little else to do and no other option, the Queen motioned for another one to step forward, only this time they knew what awaited them. This meant that they had to be forced to do the Queen’s bidding and the whining and hissing sounds became louder as they fought for freedom.
“Okay, so I don't particularly like these bitches, but even I think that this is brutal,” Nero exclaimed with a shake of her head, with the same disgust written all over her face that was mirrored on my own. But yet, one by one we were all forced to witness as Harpy after Harpy sacrificed themselves for no gain at all. In fact, by the seventh death, the twins Aello and Ocypete were holding each other’s hands as tears freely ran down their deathly skin. Yet during this willing massacre the Mother Queen did nothing to spare her children from this horrific ordeal.
Finally, just after the last Harpy had burst into black sand their Master held his hand up and ceased the order for another one to be brought forward. I think that if the Harpies had the ability to sigh, they would have all released an echoing sound of relief at the same time. As it stood, it was only Nero and I who made such a sound.
But during this whole horrific moment, I couldn't help question why the same hadn’t happened to me? Had it been because it had called to me, starting with a dream? Had I been chosen or trusted with the secrets of the Fates for a reason?
Unfortunately, it seemed as if I wasn't the only one having these thoughts, because now who they named their Master was staring my way.
“Oh no, that oh shit moment just came back, big time,” Nero said, obviously observing the Masters’ shift of attention as I had done. This was confirmed when the next order out of his mouth was directed my way.
“The Vampire’s Chosen One, she had possession of the Eye when you found her, yes?” His question may have been aimed at the Queen but as it was said, his gaze was solely on my own. The demonic red glow ringed by an abyss of darkness was the only feature that could be seen through the low hood covering most of his face.
“Yes, my Master, she had possession of the Eye.” In that moment if I could have hissed and made it sound half as effective as the way they did, I would have done so, directing it solely at the Queen bitch!
“I've got another bad feeling about this,” Nero muttered between clenched teeth, and I had to confess, I wasn't feeling too great about it either. This feeling was only cemented when the Queen stepped up to our cage and ordered me to do as her Master commanded.
“Yeah no, I don't feel like bursting into a cloud of black sand today, thanks…but hey, you go right ahead, pretty sure it's your turn anyway” I said making her hiss at me and like I said, she had it mastered hands down, complete with a spray of spit and everything. At this rate I was starting to think that Zeus had a thing for cats as well.
“Very well, bring me the witch!” Lucius’ brother commanded, making the blood in my veins turn to ice.
“No wait, you can't…!” My calls of protest were cut off the second the door swung open and both of us started to fight. Unfortunately, the Harpies were too strong for us and Nero was still too close for me to unleash the blood power that was inside of me. At this point I questioned everything, where it came from, why it only arose when I was angry