Chapter Twenty - One : The Perfect Vessel

With a groan, Trevor reached for the lamp on his bedside table and put on the light . He winced and shield his eyes with his arm while his other hand instinctively felt for the glass of water on same table.

The glass was empty, he realized. He must have gulped the whole content down his throat in the middle of the night. He sighed getting off the bed, this was one of the reasons he always kept a glass of water beside him, to avoid going to the kitchen in the middle of the night just for water.

He walked to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and grabbed a canned water, he removed the cap and poured the contents down his throat. Satiated, he covered the can back with its cap, put in back in the fridge and slammed the door shut. But the face that appeared out of nowhere scared the shit out of him.

"What the hell Lia !" he cried, his hands on his chest as he tried to calm his speeding heart. He couldn't even understand why his sister would resort to this sort of prank in the wee hours of the morning.

Trevor kept on ranting until he realized his dearest sister hasn't said a word since this whole prank thing , she just stood there staring at him like a predator would do to a prey.

"What's wrong? " he asked " what other evil plans are you concocting this time? "

But all he got was a snarl as she slowly approached him.

Horror recoiled through Trevor "Wait a minute, did you just snarl at me? the sister I knew would never stoop this low to the extent of snarling at.... "

Trevor's voice died off when he realized something was wrong.

"Ummm, " he asked cautiously "What are you doing? "

No answer came instead she growled at him approaching him menacingly

Sensing an impeding danger, he took slow steps back. Thanks to the dim light, he hadn't seen her appearance earlier but the more she stepped towards him, the light from the passageway illuminated her fully.

Trevor gasped, he pointed at his sister while his lips seem to be moving but no words was formed.

Lia was all pale with dishevelled hair but what shocked Trevor was her sharp pointy canines which were undoubtedly fangs, not to mention she was salivating like a dog, saliva drooling down her jaw in a heap.

She had this crazed glint in her eyes and looked at him like he was some sort of a meal, which he probably was at the moment. He's definitely toasted.

"Lia ?" Trevor called carefully still stepping backward , but each step he took back she covered it with a forward stride.

Trevor swallowed, but that didn't help the dryness in his throat at all. He knew it was, act now or lose his life.

Suddenly, he made a dash for the door but before he could grab the doorknob, he was slammed hard against the wall.

Trevor felt all air leave his lungs, he was going to die. He always knew he was going to die at his sister's hands but that was literally, he never imagined she would really kill him in reality.

Lia with incredible strength drew him to his feet single-handedly, and bit down on his neck before he could protest.

Trevor screamed, hearing his flesh tear upon contact. He struggled but she kept on feeding, feeding and feeding until his world spiraled out of control.

"Noo!!! " Trevor screamed , woke up and looked round with a startled expression, beads of sweat resting on his forehead. What kind of dream was that? he pondered.

Suddenly something or rather someone beside him stirred and he turned to find out whom, only to fall off his bed with a thud and a shriek.

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"How's she doing? " A cloaked woman sitting on a intricate looking vintage throne asked.

A girl stepped out of a crowd of hooded figures , who were on their knees probably paying reverence to the woman sitting on the throne.

Paying a closer look, one couldn't help but notice she was the same tomboy that had led Lia to her death on the acceptance day

"Everything is going as planned, your ladyship. She's in transition " she answered, eyes lowered and head bowed.

Her ladyship smiled . Pushing away her cloak, the dim light casted a soft halo on her blazing red hair pouring down her shoulder in waves as she majestically stood from her throne.

"Rise " she commanded, her voice smooth and enthralling.

They all obeyed and stood to their foot simultaneously as if they rehearsed together. Each of them was wearing a red robe with a huge hood that almost swallowed their faces, an image of an eagle in a ring of fire sewed on their backs skillfully.

" The perfect vessel has finally being found" Her majesty announced earning murmurings from the crowd but she continued nonetheless

"Each and every one of us in here has contributed to this moment, some of us has sacrificed our lives,freedom , families and Powers. But I can assure you as your acting Queen, that soon our sufferings will be over and our labour rewarded " She said, staring them confidently in the eyes.

"Our queen has slept for long and would be awaken ! Victory will be ours!! " She roared and motivated the crowd with a winning sign.

A thunderous applause resonated afterwards accompanied by cheerful whistles and shouts. Everyone jubilated, Finally, they would take back what rightfully belongs to them.