Chapter (46): What is she?

**note: I held my breath for this chapter! for how long? I don't know but when I found myself on the ground, my lungs ailed. I would become so happy with every power stone you consume here.

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Elizabeth dragged her hood closer where the edges could preserve her burning cheeks. The road was rough and the snow was thick. They decreased their pace as the knight did. Four hours wasn't a piece of cake for any rider to move ahead and one hour had passed.

Elizabeth felt that steam began to stream out of her nostril especially.

"Why do we slow down?"

Elizabeth asked Ryan. Gazing around, the moon was offering nice light so they could see around.

Ryan tilted the lariat to a tree near the margin of the road and, touched deeply scuffed on its bark. Elizabeth rode beside him and watched the scratch carefully.

"Not a wolf's paws cause such a trace, what is it, Ryan?"

Elizabeth didn't want to think that was a werewolf but she doubted if that belonged to one.

"Not a vampire! Maybe you know what is it?"

Ryan directed to the knight girl. Certainly, she knew that brutal trace that left gore bloodstains.

"A devil Imp!" She replied, looking back at them they saw wrinkles in the middle of her eyes.

"What? Gods! How did an imp escape from hell?"

Elizabeth asked, she couldn't believe the word she just let out. The creatures' figure was even scary in the holy book therefore she didn't prefer to see one in reality. It didn't matter how good a warrior was but this being was fast and had wings.

Ryan's eyes averted around, as the tree branches rustled and snow chopped down, spattered on the floor of the forest.

Ryan took out his bow, putting an arrow out of the quiver that was tugged on the horse's saddle. He adjusted the feathered tail to the string and pulled it back. A shadow was wrenching around them.

"Stay close to me." He told Ell.

The heat that was boiling their blood ceased down and was replaced with terror and frostiness. Their cheeks were scorching.

Taking her pistol out, Natasha aimed, they couldn't ride further, it could give advantage to the imp and scatter them. She saw it moving to the north side. How could it show up here? She cursed as the question sounded foolish, it was a creature with wings that could fly through the free expanded sky. The imp didn't screech but seized for Elizabeth, her cloak was red and made her a good target. Natasha let it get closer, but the sound of wings caught Ryan's attention and he unleashed the string.

"Don't waste your arrows, let it get closer," Natasha warned. Wasting time and arrows could cause trauma due to her experience. She waited again, turning around, her horse groaned, steam clouded out of its nose. She sharpened her ears and focused.

"Come on, show yourself."

Elizabeth was holding the pistol in her right hand, the sword gripped in the other one. If the imp was close to her she couldn't load the pistol with gunpowder before her blood being dried from her body. The blood that already froze in her veins, her hands were shivering in awe. But, No, she couldn't give up, she was here to outrun the destiny and rescue her sister from misfortune.

Thunder neighed, he was under tension, the devil imp was the meaning of real devil in this world, they were vampires and valets of great demons. Humans couldn't accept them. And the animals could sense them better than others. While her mind was filled with lingering thoughts she yanked and looked back as the sound of the pistol echoed around.

The imp smashed Natasha from the back, her shot wasted as she was knocked to the ground but managed to turn on her legs. She was fast and made that fall onto a flounce sit then took out the shuriken blades that were as if the drops of snowflake that no one would dare to come across with. She tossed them up to the dark where Elizabeth could see the imp in the dark.

Elizabeth was frightened, her breath ran to a gasp. Thunder was glowing in white, a good target, Elizabeth felt the sweat on her back and blood splashed out of the imp's leg as a blade kissed it. When it decreased its pace, Ryan pulled the trigger.

It was all fast and Elizabeth wasn't sure what was happening. But she found Ryan above the branch, leaving his roaring Cyrus that was showing rage to the imp. She discovered that Ryan and Natasha's viewpoints were blank, they couldn't see the imp the way she could see. But why? What the hell was this fear that devoured her courage and made her bones stiff and hard.

Ryan roared as the dark creature with a long hook-tail hit and scratched his arm. Ryan fell off the branch but sat on his knees, holding his left arm.

Elizabeth closed her eyes, her palm sat on Thunder's long mane on his neck. She focused, remembering Luna's laughter the time she could see, her heart warmed, warm tears ran into her frizzed eyes. Her hands moved on the Griffin tamers' dagger.

Its blade was rare, a sheer silver made by Faeries. She let all her sensation gather on one point, the Imp's screeches. She opened her eyes, her eyes were glowing in golden. She pressed her palm against the saddle and sat on it, managing to put her feet together, she bounced up on the first branch and the second one. It dared to hurt her loving cousin, the person that her sister loved. Elizabeth couldn't disappoint Luna. Her uncle named her the Queen of Night so it was time to prove it.

The imp was shrieking out of distress, yet seizing to have them as its meal. Elizabeth jumped on the next branch and the third, then the imp attacked her and so did she.

"Elizabeth!" It was Ryan's voice that echoed. He could hear his heartbeats that were drumming in his chest. What the hell was his cousin? He never saw her doing such a thing. No human could do that even if they trained under strict trainers and harsh ones. Thus, the faerie his father met told the truth.

Natasha scowled, how couldn't Wilmore notice this imp? He was able to sense its blood.