She had underestimated the vampire. Haleâs new identity had mildly diminish some of the fury she held for vampires, but Emira only escalated it to a new height. What she considered a successful attempt of harming Emira only put her in a vulnerable position. She had lost her grip on the vampire when her head came in contact with the otherâs, knocking out her sense of control of her surroundings. Before she could gain back a conscious perspective, her hand had already been twisted, eliciting a muffled scream as her teeth clenched down on her lips. She failed to regain the limited time she had to get back on her feet to protect herself from the girlâs next move. Before she knew it, she had landed on the float, a heavy anchor of pain came crashing through her body as she fell on the bottom surface of the float. Pushing her upper body up from the ground, she spat out a volume of blood that pooled up from her teeth piercing through her lips.Â
A loud piercing noise that rattled through her brain acted as a shield from outside noises to the extend where couldnât even sense the other bodies on the float. With flashes of Emira before her eyes, she was able to roll her body away from where the pumpkin came crashing down, missing her by a few inches. Now on her back, Fayre looked up at the sky, gathering a mix of different screams in the distance. Whatever was happening was keeping them distracted from what was occuring on that float. Finally catching her breath and pushing that throbbing pain of her misplaced arm aside, Fayre finally got up.
Had she not had her mind solely on Emira, she wouldâve shot Zanna a glare of daggers. They both seemingly had the same agenda, stimulated from the same purpose. That means that death was inevitable for Emira. âYou talk too much,â the hunter greeted Emira within a second as she appeared before the pumpkin throne. Not wanting to give her time to speak again, Fayre tightly gripped her fingers around Emiraâs throat and staked her body through a stem from a nicely enlarged pumpkin. If the stem was a bit longer, the tip of it wouldâve been seen through the surface of her body. Not wanting her in her sight any longer, Fayre utilized her abled arm and her last remaining energy to pick up the decorative pumpkin with Emiraâs body on top and toss it off the float. âLetâs get this over with,â she directed over at Zanna.
Emira was on the brink of breaking.
She didnât know where she went wrong. However, exhaustion overcame her and she was well aware that she was weaker than usual. Ideally she would have put up one hell of a fight, but out of all days in her years of being an assassin, she had to falter in strength. Cursing herself mentally, the vampire tried to keep her distance from both women by getting up from the throne. However, Zanna caught her blind spot as the stem of a pumpkin pierced through her, forcing Emira to remain stuck from where she sat.Â
Blood engulfed her airway as she coughed and spat. This was a bad sign. Did Zanna remember? She fought the same way back when she was head of Interpol. Fuck. Emira needed to leave. Her hands shakily gripped on the object, but her attention snapped over to the screams. Something was happening. Perfect, a distraction. Now all she needed to do was kill both women.
Suddenly, she was greeted with a hand to her throat, the tight grip cut off her airways as she held onto Fayreâs wrist. Her intention was to break another part of the she-wolfâs body, but a stem pierced through her once more, which immobilized Emira completely. A cry of pain escaped her lips as she cursed in her native tongue while she getting thrown off the float. Landing hard on the ground, she groaned at the impact and tried to remove the heavy stems from herself. However, with how weak she was, she laid there, taking deep breaths as she awaited for an opportunity to help herself.Â
Itâs official, Emira Birsen hated pumpkins.Â
âL-ladies.â she croaked out. âHow about a t-truce?âÂ
Zanna tilted her head until there was an audible crack. She rolled her shoulders around, trying to release tension as she approached the downed vampire. Emira looked delicious this way, all spread out like a macabre Halloween decoration. The sounds of terror around them only made the scene feel all the more enjoyable and she couldnât help but smile. Her thoughts were peppered with noise, so she stopped thinking and let her body move as if a ghost had taken possession of it. The composer wouldnât have accepted that this was her.
âAnd let you be a coward?â She chuckled as turned on the floatâs engine. âThatâd be poor form.â Zanna adjusted the gear shift and then pressed her foot down on the throttle. The float lurched forward and soon (though not soon enough, in her opinion) the decorated vehicle struck Emira before rolling over her. She waited several moments before shifting into park and then engaging the parking breaks to add another level of difficulty for Emira.
If they werenât pressed for time, she would have dragged out this mess, but this was enough.
The composer suddenly felt sharp pain coming in through her eye and into her head. She reached up and hissed while stumbling away from the floatâs controls. âFuck.â She muttered to herself. If she stayed here, she bet that her headache would immobilize her. âI need to get home.â She glanced at Fayre. Who the fuck was she? Â Why were people yelling? Â Zanna covered her ears for a moment and then turned away from the werewolf. Things sounded awful and she didnât want to get caught in the chaos. She fled the scene.