To His Hell and Back-Chapter 140: Don’t Mess With The Weak-I

Nora froze, stunned in place, confused beyond words. Just a moment ago, Arabella had been burning with fever, barely breathing, and was teetering on the edge of death. Her face was Pale and she was too weak to even move her fingers.

So how is it in the blink of an eye had she suddenly awakened?

And not just awakened. She had moved despite being unconscious earlier. Arabella’s hand had shot up with eerie precision, catching Nora’s wrist mid swing so effortlessly as though her arm were nothing more than a brittle twig.

The strength behind Arabella’s grip didn’t make sense. But what made even more sense was how in Arabella’s green eyes that had turned hollow there was no hesitation, no grogginess, and no pain. What was left in her was nothing but a quiet fury and an eerie control.

Nora’s breath hitched and a sudden sense of fear grappled her chest as she saw how Arabella’s fever flushed face had gone eerily stoic. Then her eyes darted to her hand that held her in place, an unnatural and sinister tense air radiating from her.

This wasn’t the same girl Nora had just slapped.

Something was wrong.

Very, very wrong.

A sudden fear stunned Nora’s body but not for long as she continued her hands that had slapped Arabella, ready to hurt her and teach her a lesson but for some reason her hands didn’t move- it couldn’t move. As if pinned in place, Nora’s hands only trembled as she struggled to release herself from Arabella’s tight grip.

On the other hand, Arabella was calm. Her face was as still as an undisturbed lake, and her green eyes though glowing brighter than ever, it held a sense of emptiness as though it was the bottom of a deadly abyss.

"Why are you," whispered Nora in panic, "How is this possibl-"

Arabella’s eyes met with her red ones and her pupils dilated wide and round, an eerie outlook to her usual expressive face.

Nora tried to take a step back but even that didn’t work. Suddenly panic set inside the vampiress’ heart as she realized that she wasn’t the predator anymore but rather the prey. She trembled and her heart immediately warned her to run away and so she tried. Tried to no avail.

Her body had turned, and her legs had carved marks on the floor, trying to run away and move further from Arabella who was in such erratic condition but she couldn’t move her body at all, even if she had tried to use her body weight as a mean to pull herself away.

This grip was even tighter than a pureblood! But how could this be?! Arabella’s eyes were green, she was still a human and nothing but a weak human. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

So-

"..sh.."

Nora could hear a whisper slipping from Arabella’s lips and her eyes flickered, "You’re awake?! If you are release me now at once! How dare you-" she trembled and her blood at once drained from her body when she looked forward and find Arabella whose eyes had turned crescent when she pulled a smile.

Without a word, Arabella reached out her hand and cupped Nora’s cheeks. Nora tried to run away, she had tried to hit Arabella now that her hands were released but even as she tried to break the girl’s rib, Arabella was as unmoved as a mountain.

Nora’s body shook in fear from the unknown changes she had just witnessed from Arabella that felt inhuman. But inhuman was only a word used for vampires and Arabella isn’t a vampire.

This unknown entity’s strength was enough to put the fear of God into Nora who had always been taught that vampires were the most frightening creature in the world.

She trembled as Arabella slowly pulled her face closer to look at her own as if using her red eyes to see her own reflection. Staring at it, Arabella then softened her gaze, having the expression of a merciful saint though the power she had used to grab Nora’s face in place was deadly.

It wasn’t rough. It was gentle, unnervingly so yet so deadly and powerful enough to pin her to the ground. Though it seemed gentle, there was no comfort in Arabella’s hands. Nora flinched, tried to lash out, and this time with everything she had, she tried to shove her back, to knock the breath out of her, or kick her away for good- anything, but Arabella didn’t move. She didn’t even blink and stood there unmoved by anything Nora did.

This, this thing, this human girl... something wasn’t right. She didn’t feel right.

Arabella might have looked human, but what now resided in her was something else entirely and Nora could tell it no matter how thick in the head she was.

There was something stronger inside the girl, something older and it didn’t care about vampire hierarchies as if it stood even above vampires and those purebloods.

It didn’t flinch in the face of violence as if it had controlled it and Nora’s heart raced wildly, her entire body trembling.

At once her instincts screamed that she had made a mistake, an irrevocable one she was about to regret deeply.

Whatever that she had woken up earlier wasn’t Arabella anymore. It was something that wasn’t supposed to be in this world and she was going to pay the price for disturbing its rest.

She began to heave for breaths as the air was running thin from where she had faced Arabella and in turn, Arabella leaned forward slightly, her face gentle and loving, and yet the force of her grip said otherwise. That hand on Nora’s cheek had somehow turned into a death sentence.

And suddenly, Nora wasn’t sure if she’d make it out of this room alive.

"Let go- LET GO OF ME!" Nora yelled, she turned towards the door, tears now streaming down her eyes as she felt fear drenching her. "Release-"

"Don’t run away," Arabella whispered and suddenly a smile broke over her face one that was full of a frightening sense of lust for blood. "This is mercy after all."