Rescue

" " Your Primrose is not alive. I possessed her body ".

Caroline heard the nonchalant words leave the unreal Primrose's lips. She guessed them true. Primrose would never worship a witch. She hated witches, vampires, and any other non-human. She saw them as supremes that predate humans. They use their powers, their spells, their magic, and their dissimilar body to cast fear on those without such.

The only thing that can make her take a bend as persuasion would never be sufficient was possession. Whoever was speaking had supplemented Primrose's empty body with her, the possessor's soul.

" Dead?. How?. When? ".

The person in Primrose's body swept through the flame with her fingers. The heat, the burn, Caroline watched in amazement as nothing seemed to happen. Just reddening, no smell of burnt flesh, her skin as crystal, wade through the flame.

" I amaze you, don't I?. I am no magician. I am your dread ". A smirk stuck to her face as looked at Caroline. Those blue eyes for once carried purity, the ones she so loved and said suited Primrose was now shrouded with anger and hatred.

" You are my dread because you want my head ". She retorted with unblemished anger. Her voice slightly going higher than normal. Her clenched fists and veins popping under her skin would not be enough to demonstrate or rather explain the anger within her. Her insides coiled in distaste.

" Yea and oh, how I almost forgot. You know we should do this and be done with. No more talk ". Yet Caroline could hear the unreadiness in her tone. Her skin looked very pale.

A sound at the door darted Caroline's eyes to it. She widened them at the possibility of someone entering the house. " You didn't close the door after you ". She opted to run to it and dash out.

" You wouldn't dare if I was you. Anybody there is not of your business. Your head gets in my hand and I vanish from here ".

" My head goes nowhere. I am leaving here before that person gets in here— leaving with my body intact '. Caroline retorted with a decisive strength that seemed indescribable.

" Says the already beheaded girl ".

There and then, Caroline instinctively sprinted on her heels to the door. The intruder could be her savior if she gets to the door in time. In time and Primrose would be eradicated, she thought. And while she thought her deer speed would do her much good, she was tugged at hair length. Her unstable self fell with a thump to the ground.

" I make the movements here. I decide who gets to run and who gets to hide. I do the killing, you do the dying... ".

" No one dies here and not no one gets killed here ". Caroline objected sternly as she moved backward. And her little act of boldness and confidence was stripped making Primrose walk toward her.

No, she should not be all brave in words, she should act, she should do something to save herself and reach that door. And she did attempt rising to her feet but the flipping of the torch fell her down.

" You... ". Another flipped of the torch and Caroline's screams graced the roof. "— you don't deserve a painless death ". Another flip and Caroline's skin became Primrose's target.

Primrose pressed the torch against her skin. " Argggh! Somebody helps me!. Argggh! You hurting me. Argggh!". The fire started to send burning sensations down her nerves. Her eyes got blurred with tears. " Stop this ".

They said when one is tortured, it is numerous, added to your inability to save yourself. Caroline in that situation prayed for the person to enter the room and help her out of it. And when she saw those two red eyes, she so feared and hated, she sighed in relief, to her surprise.

Primrose continued with her torturous acts, unbeknownst that someone was behind her and when she felt his presence, she blamed it on the wind for bringing so much cold.

" And you know very well that she is hurting ".

Caroline hastily blew air into the deep wound as Primrose removed the torch. The fire still stood on the torch and with it, she assessed the wound. Blood seeped out of the wound like a fountain. The wound, was so deep, she could see her tendons. And while her enemies faced each other, she lasered her attention into her wound.

" You, who? ". Primrose who turned to see the trespasser couldn't because Edgar had shoved into the darkness to hide his extreme characteristics.

" I am the one you would not want to know ". And with her eyes on the wound, she heard his voice— so familiar. But as familiar as it could be, she felt the danger with his tone and in the briefness of his words, and while they quarreled over her, she passed in the darkness and strove to escape.

" And where are you going? ". Caroline paused when her path got lighted up and her wound burned more.

Was Primrose not sacred of the vampire behind her? And to her dismay and outright thought, two non-humans were at a talking war over her. Whatever saving she thought she may have vanished with the light from the torch as Primrose turned to the vampire again.

." Now, you stay out of this. I am taking her head and leaving here without your intervention and whatever you lot be thinking to do, you better stop at it. She is my prey and there would be no saving of her ".

Albeit, she had said those words to cast fear and trembling, Caroline found her verbiage as of man-made fear.

" You stop right there ". She had pushed further into another part of darkness but that torch in Primrose's hand was never acquainted with staying stiff.

" I said stop right there ". Her roar came before she saw her moving to her and with a wave of the torch, she knew it would be to her face. Her hands went to her head next to hide it.

The hit did not come

The girl never came.

Maybe she had a change of mind or maybe, just maybe, the man had come to her rescue.