Seraphina Frost

When Maxwell removed his wrist Seraphina resurfaced with sputtering coughs. She wanted to wipe the blood away but Maxwell’s next move had her frozen in place with fear. A blade was pulled from Maxwell’s coat and the tip was placed over her heart. Seraphina let out a small whimper of fear which had each of their witnesses taking a step closer.

“Don’t!” cried Max and the tip of the sharp blade was pressed into her skin. It broke the skin and even though it only allowed a trickle of blood to roll across her flesh, it hurt and she cried out for that pain. Each witness stopped at her small scream.

“She will be mine. Nothing can stop me. She is already mine. My artist, my fiance, and soon my own blood.” He sounded manic and Seraphina was filled with the dread that she would soon be made a vampire and ripped away from everything she cared about. The shackles of her mind were displacing in this madness and she could see clearly that she didn’t want this. She didn’t want Maxwell no matter how much her mind begged to differ her heart was not there. She didn’t want to be taken by him. She didn’t want this!

“I will be her-” Maxwell stopped mid sentence as a blur moved towards them, and when everything stilled, the blade that had been pointed at her chest was buried in Maxwell’s shoulder while his hand held a dark red dripping mass rather than Seraphina. No longer in his arms Seraphina fell to the floor with a scream as Markus’ dead body did the same. Maxwell held his heart like a trophy. 

Mason matched her screams as he watched his Grandsire bleed out on the floor. “You son of a bitch!” he cried and Maxwell answered him with manic laughter. Seraphina used their exchange to back up until her back hit the cage behind her. Michael moved within his cage as though to get closer to her. She was startled for a moment but met her brothers eyes. There was darkness and fury but also agonizing fear. Fear for her. In that moment she felt their years of connection between them, she had to stop this. Before Maxwell took away everything she loved. Michael wasn’t a match for Maxwell, nor was Mason, but together… As she kept her eyes locked with her brothers, her hand moved without her minds say so and slowly unlatched the cage door.

In a lightning quick move Michael and his chains bolted from the cage. He seems to gain a little more strength in his freedom and so he fought against his bindings. Mason helped him in a flash and just as the chains slide from his burning skin a battle broke out. Maxwell’s rage propelled him against his enemies and from that moment on Seraphina’s heart laid on the line.

Two against one and still Maxwell was holding his own. It was so fast though that Seraphina really couldn’t tell. Like a tornado of destruction they moved through the basement, destroying what little was in there. There was so much wreckage no one noticed the wine bottles breaking over the wrecked furnace, splashing over the pilot light, until the boxes and wreckage beside it were in flames. The fire kept burning and all Seraphina could to was press herself as close to the wall as she could, watching all three of the men she loved battle for her life.

She screamed as the danger drifted closer and closer to her. She couldn’t see much but she could see two of the vicious monsters were losing. She had to stop this. She had to make them all stop!! She looked around for something, anything to help her when her eyes landed on the discarded blade that was meant for her heart. She picked it up and without thought dragged the shinning metal across the skin of her arm. Blood moved down her arm and all the supernatural beings stopped as the smell hit them.

The smell of her blood in the air reminded Maxwell of his purpose. He surged towards her, pinning her down on the ground, teeth snapping at her neck. Each of the boys did their best to hold him back as he tried to rip out her throat. Seraphina’s terrified screams scraped up her throat as she struggled beneath him. It felt like this was the end for the end but then a miracle… a coating of blood splattered across her and the sickening sound of Maxwell’s head being severed from his body. 

Seraphina felt all the heat in her body drain from her. Although she knew she’d been saved, the screaming voices in her mind raged against the death of her patron. They cried with a fury she’d never seen or heard before and the pain that radiated through her body was immeasurable. She couldn’t move, everything inside her was in agony even as the other two men she loved were striding towards her and helped her up. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t move. Tears filled her eyes as a weight that had bared itself on her for months crashed down and made itself permanent.

She was dizzy from her own thoughts and the pain her body suffered because of it. Both boys held her thinned frame up… until the ceiling cracked and floorboards clattered to the floor narrowly missing her. 

Mason only just pulled her out of the way. The flaming pieces now separated the Frost siblings. “Michael!” Seraphina called loudly. The agony she felt was pushed aside as her brother now faced his own danger. She reached for him and he reached back but another flaming piece of wood had them pulling their hands away. The fire that had begun during the fight was now consuming everything around it with greed. No… No! They were done! They’d won! They could go home and this would be all over. The danger was over and yet Michael looked back at her as though this were goodbye. 

“No, NO! Michael!” Seraphina reached out with more fever. She was ready to charge into the flames and Mason had to hold her back. “Michael, MICHAEL!” She cried and struggled against the vampires arms. 

Noooooo, she reached out her hand and the beam and supporting floor came down between them. Her last sight was her brothers desperate blue eyes and then the burning of her home.

“Noooooo! Michael! MICHAEL!” She fought with more determination, trying to get back to her brother. She couldn’t see him through the flames and damage but just knowing he was on the other side had her ready to propel through them.

“Sera, Sera stop!” Mason spoke over the now roaring sounds of the flames. “We have to get out of here.” She continued her cries of protest but Mason hauled her over to the stairs and dragged her up them. In a second she was engulfed by smoke, inhaling the grey fog deeply in her panic… and then she wasn’t. Mason dropped her on her front lawn and zipped back into the house. 

Seraphina was a coughing mess as she waited in the fresh coating of snow. She didn’t feel the cold against her palms and knees as her lungs hacked up the toxins in favour of fresh air. Soon her sister was on the lawn, then her mother and soon father. Mason zipped back inside but after a longer moment away he came out coughing as well without her brother. 

“No! Nooo…” She watched the flames consume her home but didn’t care. She got to her feet and ran for the house but Mason caught her by the waist and no matter how much she fought she wasn’t getting into that house. But she had to find her brother! She had to get him out! She… she had to…

Her knees gave in and she watched as her home was made into a bright torch. The world slipped away from her and she saw nothing past the tears, felt nothing past the emptiness that consumed her from the inside.