Her Soul and His Blood

Chapter 31: 31. The Last Fight

Mr.Benjamin ran his sword towards Zella.Zella held the blade even,a perfect, undaunted

horizon,leveled with the nose.She had stalled the man's strike,but watched a wretched stained grin split

Mr.Benjamin's lips as her blade shivered under the brutality of his compelling strength.

"Weapons do not belong in the hands of women."he throatily crooned, pressing closer to her face. The

blade flashed as he brought it over his head and hummed a low, swift tune when he brought it down.

"Well I don't need a sword then." She threw her sword, stood still, her ocean blue eyes shined, there

was a blue luminescence coming out of her whole body, throwing him away to the ground.

Her balled fist collided with cheekbone,flaying his neck backward like a willow caught in the wind. Her

eyes were completely shining with its full power, throwing him away towards Hance.

Benjamin wasn't afraid to get blood on his jewel encrusted rings. "Shit, it hurts." He cursed under his

breathe. Hance's head jerked back and he tasted the copper tang in his mouth. Benjamin was arrogant

for one, that flaunted with flurries of kicks and flaps, fast but left himself open. Hance let him jab him

just to get the blood rushing in heat. Hance wanted to see Benjamin smile his sharp canine fangs out

and roar back at him. Benjamin was fast but Hance was more focused not staring in his eyes,but at his

chest, the center point for all attack.

Hance could see his shoulder,waist and whenever Benjamin was going to attack. Hance grabbed him

and hit his leg,hammer fist, very hard. Benjamin screamed, each blow was precise, an exhale of

breathe with each one. Hance felt his fist lamd on Benjamin's gut,the once hard bones along his body

now crumpled like cereal.

Benjamin started to get slower. Hance's canines are out his mouth, his eyes turned crimson red,

showing his anger and range. Hance got faster, he was penetrating his defenses before Benjamin

could turn around. Finally he gagged then spat blood one last time, he fell, cracked on the ground. His

chest rose a few more times before he finally gave up, breathing his last breathe.

Mr.Peterson pulls his sword back and with all his might pushes the sword aiming at the chest of Lance.

His sword pass through the flesh, blood flowing through the edges of the sword. His shirt is covered

with blood, the point of the sword is not visible. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Zella screams loudly, "Hance". Lance blinks his eyes certain amount of times, his hands were

shivering, he couldn't consume what just happened. He saw Hance standing in front of him bending his

head downwards and heard Zella screaming.

Hance 's knees touches the ground, his hands waving in the air, and then his head hit the ground. The

sword piercing his chest and blood flowing from it. His crimson red eyes turned brown, his breathe

shallowed, his hands were over his chest area.

'Dominus et anima spiritus' Zella waved her hand back and then front throwing Mr.Peterson towards

the rock, hitting him hard and giving them a gap to go towards Hance.

"Hance, please open your eyes and look at me." Zella's said in shivering voice holding his face on her

hands.

Lance's eyes widened, his eyes turned blue, he looked away and then closed his eyes and fist. His

eyes turned normal, he calmed himself down and came towards Hance and Zella. Lance rested his

head on his lap, Hance started coughing out blood.

"Brother, I am sorry, please stay with me. I need you, I can't afford to loose you again. These many

years we were away from each other due to that bastard. Please Hance, be with me."

Hance coughed and smiled, "Lance, I love you brother, I am always there with you, even when you

thrown me away, I was there looking for you." His voice was shivering.

Hance held Zella's hand tightly, "No my sweetheart, its not you, its our fate." Them he turned towards

Lance and smiled. Lance gave him a blank look with his frowned eyebrows and pressed lips, which had

both concern and anger.

Mr.Peterson grabbed the sword and ran towards them, to strike Zella. Lance interrupted the strike

leading him to bleed his arm. Zella stood from the ground, "Lance" tears flood through her eyes. She

kept her hands down, palms facing down towards the ground, her necklace started shining. she faced

her palm, towards Mr.Peterson,elevating him from the ground and he is thrown away to the nearest

tree. Lance grabbed his sword with his bleeding arms and took the silver knife from the bottom of his

shoes, with his all mighty power he ran towards Mr.Peterson with sword in his right hand and silver

knife on his left.

Mr.Peterson defended the strike and punched Lance to his face. Lance landed onto the ground,

Mr.Peterson took the sword.

Zella tried to create a shield around Lance but failed. She ran towards Mr.Peterson, he strikes on her

head and then stabs her on her stomach piercing the sword through her stomach.

"Zella..." Lance and Hance screamed together.Zella closed her bleeding with her hands, but her

powers were weak, she was unable to heal herself.

Mr.Peterson was ready for his second attack towards her. He took his sword vertically high and pushing

it down with full force towards Zella.

Zella closed her eyes, welcoming her death, but she heard the sword clanking down. Mr.Peterson's

eyes opened wide, blood running all over his throat like a waterfall. His mouth was opened wide, hands

were lifeless. Lance was standing behind Mr.Peterson. When Mr.Peterson was going to kill Zella,

Lance picked up the silver knife from the ground and cut his throat from behind leading him to bleed.

Mr.Peterson's head hit the ground with his body lifeless. Lance rand towards Zella, cupping her chin on

his hands.

"Zella, are you alright?" Zella got up from the ground holding his hand.

"Im fine Lance, I will heal."

She went towards Hance with the blood shedding from the wound.

"We need to save him." She said with a shivering voice touching Hance.

Hance couldn't move, his body was still, eyes were closed, his cold skin is colder than it was and paler

than usual. His fangs were not visible, bleeding never stopped. Zella tried to remove the sword from his

chest but she couldn't. Waves of tears flooding from the eyes of Zella, she had pain and misery. She

felt some connection to Hance, she couldn't loose him.

Lance held Zella by her shoulder.