Filed to story: Luna Riannon and Alpha Brayden Novel
“I know, but I really want to,” the false Dragonfly’s full lips curled into a cruel smirk. “I want to see your eyes when life leaves you! I want you to know I took it all from you! I want you to be this helpless and pathetic! This is something I can finally enjoy! Because you deserve it, you f*****g b*tch!
Astrea felt claws going deeper again. A bit more, and Dominica would reach her heart.
Her strength began to wane, a deep fatigue settling in her bones. Just a few seconds ago, she was ready to fight, but now, each movement was laborious.
Her mind became clouded, but when Astreas eyes locked with her attacker’s, she saw how full of life and energy Dominica was.
If she didn’t stop her now, it would be too late. A few more minutes and she wouldn’t be able to fight her, even if the chain disappeared. It was a race against time.
Astrea tried to think about what she could do, but her mind was now a mixture of abrupt, unconnected thoughts. What could she do?
“When you die, I will throw your body into the silver pit where you belong! It was so satisfying to see you there before!” Dominica was gloating, getting intoxicated by the dragonfly energy. “And now you will rot in there forever!”
Astrea looked at her with pity because she knew the woman was addicted. The ecstasy she felt now was temporary. Regardless of how everything ended today, Dominica would eventually come down from her high and feel her life empty with double strength.
However, she had no luxury to delve into pity. She had to fight for her life in any way imaginable.
“I dropped Emma’s body in a pit, too,” Astrea said in a hoarse voice, and the woman’s blissful expression faded as she tried to focus her vision on her face.
“What – what did you say?”
“It wasn’t silver, though. Just some dirt and dried leaves in the forest.” Astrea waited for her to process the information, and she felt the claws ripping her flesh when Dominica removed them roughly.
“Repeat this!” she hissed, leaning closer.
“I said-” Astrea did not plan to finish that sentence.
Instead, she lured her enemy closer and thrust her head forward, hitting her as hard as possible.
The plan proved successful, disorienting Dominica long enough as her broken nose caused blood to gush over her face while Austria tried to manipulate the chain.
What the hell was this? Why couldn’t she break it?
Astrea knew she needed help. Urgently. Desperately.
But no one even knew she was here.
She needed a miracle. Just like the last time she fought the other dragonflies…
The last drops of life were leaving her when she heard distinct neighing coming from the ruins behind them, and her breathing hitched, realising that maybe her prayers had been heard.
It was absolutely impossible, and maybe all this was just a product of her inflamed, dying imagination. Still she saw a dark cloud gathering behind Dominica, who really wasn’t paying attention to anything now other than herself. The Firstborn finally regained her control and charged at Astrea.
At the same time, against the backdrop of charred buildings, a Nightmare with a glistening ebony coat strode in their direction, emanating darkness.
He came to help her, answering her inner call, and the corners of Astrea’s lips tilted upwards despite Dominica stalking towards her, wielding a long blade she was ready to use. The fake Dragonfly was close enough for the real one to kick her on the knee, dislocating it and winning a few more seconds-the seconds she so desperately. needed.
“The chain!” she screamed at the nightmare, hoping he could understand her now, too. The creature lowered its head, its horn gleaming in the shadows. It hooked up the chain and easily tore it in half, letting it fall to Astrea’s feet and freeing her.
Their eyes met, and once again, she felt they were close.
She knew that black unicorn as if it was a part of her.
A gut-wrenching sound left the nightmare’s chest;at first, Astrea did not understand what was happening. Time stood still while the world around them shattered at the realisation of what was happening. A few seconds later, she noticed Dominica retrieving her bloody daggers from the creatures back.
She wanted to scream, but no sound came out of her as the majestic black unicorn fell to the ground.
He came to save her, only to be killed.
He saved her so many times.
He looked at her with so much hope, and there she was useless
“Oops!” Dominica chuckled darkly. “I guess it’s my lucky day because I wanted to find that thing too.”
The last nightmare… Astrea swallowed her pain, seeing that her opponent was now charging at her.
She was still weak in a torn evening dress and with bare feet, but she had no intention of letting it go. Fury was coursing through her every cell now.
Dominica had an advantage. She just drank Astrea’s power and strength, weakening her. She seemed to be as angry as her opponent, and yet, unlike her, Astrea had something to fight for.
“I guess you are going to get that gruesome death after all,” the brunette spat while stretching her neck.
“I am offering this to you once” Astrea warned her, not yielding. “Walk away and be free of all of this. Joran wouldn’t care.”
“It’s Joran to you now, is it?” The woman sneered. “I guess he finally got what he wanted. I hope it hurts when he f*cks you!”
The ex-Dragonfly said nothing else and, fuelled by raw power, launched forward, her strikes imbued with almost primal force. Each swing of her blades created a whirlwind of high precision. Still, Astrea’s nimble footwork allowed her to effortlessly dodge and parry, the silver dress swirling around her like a protective cloak to mask her movements.
She had to explore every opening with calculated accuracy.
The mesmerising dance of death went on for a while, and soon Astrea realised she would have to create an opportunity herself.
Dominica lunged forward, and Astrea screamed, falling to the sand, her ruby-red blood spraying over the light silk of her garment.
“It’s your end, b***h!” The dark-haired woman prepared to make a lethal blow when Astrea threw sand in her face and ripped her skirt with lightning speed, wrapping it around Dominica’s neck to block her airflow.
“Yield!” she grounded out, struggling to keep the bigger woman in place. Her muscles still ached after all the draining.
“F*ck you!” The girl tried to cut her again, but Astrea dodge.
She smashed her opponent over the tree with the chain and finally knocked the blades out of her hands.
“Yield!” Astrea ordered.
“We don’t have to-“
Dominica grew her claws and tried to thrust them into her, but the true Dragonfly caught her hand and twisted it with force, making her enemy scream in pain.
“I don’t want to kill you!” she yelled at her, breathing ragged.
“Then you will have to sleep with one eye open!” Dominica roared, tears streaming down her face. “I hate you! I hate you so much, and it will never change!”
The woman tried to hurt her with her free hand, and Astrea was tired of it. She tied her hands at the back with piece of her dress, knowing it would not hold the assassin for long, but also not wishing to slaughter her like that.
She wrapped the chain around the defeated warrior, rushing to check the nightmare.
“Midnight!” She wanted to cry, but there were no tears left.
She assessed the creature’s wounds and used the remnant of her skirt to stop the blood. “You are going to be okay. It’s going to be alright!”
Her lips trembled as she repeated the lies, looking into Midnight’s eyes.
He knew. He knew that this was it.
“I am so sorry!” She lowered herself and hugged him, finally able to let out an internal desperate sob. “It’s all my fault! I am so sorry!”
Midnight tried to neigh, but the sound from him was unnatural. It was as if he was trying to tell her something.
She stroked his coat, crying, brushed her fingers through his silky mane, but still had that feeling inside that he wanted more.
“What can I-” she whispered and gasped when she realised what the magical creature was trying to tell her.
The horn.
The memories of the last time she touched it circled in her mind. She couldn’t faint now.