Bullet through Butterfly Wings

Chapter 6: Empire

Michael's POV

Eve should have been back by now I thought aguishly pacing up and down through the foundering building. I knew sending her with a bunch of vampires into the abyss was a bad idea but no one ever listen to me. I stopped hearing the clicking sound of the door opening, seeing a team without its captain, without Eve.

"Where is she" I yelled grabbing the front of one guy's shirt, bulling it in my fist.

"She disappeared, he's taken her"

That was all I needed for my heart to shatter like glass hitting the floor. I was frozen, just standing there looking like an idiot. I looked to the door remembering Eve's face as she left, the determination only then did I realise she was still alive and I had to save her.

I ran into the thundering weather, the rain bucketing on my face and clothing. I ran down the street before seeing a watery like substance holding Eve sucking her into the abandoned warehouse.

"EVE!" I screamed but it was like crying out to a drowning man, she couldn't hear me.

I ran straight through the doors seeing tone and tones of hallways. But the abandon warehouse didn't have hallways then where was I? The more I walked down the stranger it became, the hallway was always going in and out of focus like it was constantly moving. Speakers lined the walls when a strange music came to my ears.

The deeper you dig

The darker it gets

There's nowhere else for us to go

We live what we learn

And then we forget

How do we find our way back home?

Come on!

The lyrics got louder the closer I became to Eve. The path began getting narrower and so much longer. The pictures on the walls began moving, as if they were actually alive. Faces began to appear in the pictures, faces of the dead. I saw Monica's fathers face looking at me, well more like through me. His hollow eyes felt like they were staring into my soul or lack of one as Shane would say. The deeper I got the more faces appeared. It was like an Empire of faces just constantly looking at me. I looked up and could see Eve's outline in the far distance, her black hair and gothic attire. I ran with vampiric speed to get to her. But the closer I got the more translucent she became, I could almost see strait through her.

I finally got to her, my hand reaching out to touch her warmth, to feel her in my arms and to get safely back to the founder's house. But that was thing I didn't get that far, for as I touched her it was like touching glass before it shattered into pieces. Her body became lined with cracks, her eyes were nothing but hollow like the rest of the portraits, like the rest of the saddened dead faces. Someone was playing with my mind, this wasn't a warehouse or a hallway, like I was in a void and nothing was real nor did it seem fake. The music as if conducted came right back, blaring into my ears.

They came like moths to a flame

You live like a house in a hurricane

The wolves are at my door

Its lyrics seemed to suit my situation as if someone was listening to everything I did. Like this person was enjoying the torment they bestowed upon me with pride and vengeance. For some reason I knew it wasn't Magnus, the vibe felt totally wrong and neither did Magnus know my love of music. This person had inside value of me and my personal life, Magnus wouldn't be able to have this kind of power. This power I could feel it pulsating through the walls all around me, like a heartbeat constantly thumping. I could hear footsteps approaching me and long elegant strides. I turned to see my grandfather standing there, looking the same way that he did the day he died.

My body was cold and numb; it was like I couldn't move even if I wanted to. I knew it wasn't him it couldn't be him, it was impossible. Knowing that sent pain through my body and my mind, knowing he was never coming back. He just stood there as if he was just a puppet on a lonely string waiting for his master's call. I tried to move but my body kept refusing to move as if telling me to watch. I could feel tears coming to my eyes as a new voice came onto the speaker. A new familiar voice, the voice of Claire, the new Claire

"Samuel why don't you show are guest what happens when you mess with the system, when you try to be heroic"

Her voice sounded different, more clear and strong like a queen. I looked up seeing him starting to run at me, his face turning into rage, his eyes turning red and his fangs began to lengthen. His speed was fast and I had to move extra quick to dodge him, I didn't want to hurt him. I kept moving back and back until it hit a wall. I had nowhere to go, I tried to get through to him but it didn't work. No matter what I was going to do or say would help me through this. He was just an empty shell doing as he was told. The real Sam was gone; he had died that day when he sacrificed himself for Amelie. He had left us and now they were using his body to taunt me.

I looked up into his pale, lifeless eyes as he stared down at me. I looked at his hand seeing a thick silver stake within his grasps. I had always pictured my death in so many different ways but never had I pictured it like this. Never pictured my grandfather would be the one to kill me. He lifted the stake above his head and plunged deep into my chest. The silver burning the rims of the hole, bloody tears falling from my face as my body sagged to the floor. I gave one last look into his eyes seeing no recollection within them. I gave a piercing cry, a cry out to the world and to all that were living. My eyes began to close sending me into the darkness I would now call home. I took my last breath, letting my muscles die slowly before there was nothing…..