This excerpt is from the middle of chapter 30. I worked on this wip as part of the April Camp Nanoweimo, I had set a goal of 10K words for the month so I just wrote without really reading what I was writing each day. When I did get around to reading what I had written, I was a bit… surprised(?) by what I did write in this chapter. It’s dark, at least to me it seems that way. But much like the darkness in the chapter about Kaden, it does reflect just how insane my bad guy is. I mean out of touch with reality, no morals insane he is. And yes, it even made me a bit uncomfortable reading it. But I can’t bring myself to rewrite it. So here it is, I’ve run it through Prowriting Aid for just some very basic editing (spelling, etc) It will have a full edit when I’m done with the whole story (which should be soon, I hope!)
Please let me know what you guys think!
Taylor’s eyes flew open at the grunt that came from where the two men struggled. William appeared to have gotten over the surprise of Devon’s attack and had somehow thrown him off. He got to one knee and began whispering something in what sounded like Latin, his hands out, palms up. A death spell! He was trying to cast a death spell!
Vita autem inimica mihi.
Magia, et virtus, et nunc mea.
Sic fiat semper.
Devon froze as visible black threads emerged from the mage’s fingers, snaking toward him. He drew his magic around himself as if to form a shield. Taylor could practically see the air shimmer around him and she realized how vulnerable he was. Most of his magic had filled her, leaving him with only a portion of what been a considerable power.
“Nooo…” Taylor screamed in rage and launched herself between Devon and William, landing on her feet in a protective stance. Her hands came up, imitating William’s as she gathered the magic that blazed through her to meet the threads of darkness that had nearly reached them. William was reciting his spell over and over, louder and louder. She pushed her magic out and was startled to actually see it form a barrier of what seemed like a transparent vapor in front of her and Devon. The threads drew nearer until they impacted against the wall of vapor. A loud sizzle sounded as each one touched it and just vanished.
“Bitch!” William screamed in fury as he stopped chanting and stormed forward, the black athame appearing in one fist. Taylor took a step backward as he closed the several steps between them and slashed out with it. It ricocheted off of the magical barrier, making sparks fly from the contact before vanishing. It was apparent that something with magical properties could not pierce Taylor’s magic. That wasn’t true of flesh and blood through. William’s momentum drove him through it and he crashed into Taylor, knocking her down and landing on her pelvis, pinning her lower body to the floor. She fought him until he shackled both of her hands, holding them in midair.
William’s grin was evil and his eyes were filled with the very insanity that allowed him the strength to hold her down. He lifted his arm over his and Taylor gasped when the athame was once again in his fist. She thrust power toward him struggling to stop the blade as he brought it down. William’s grin never wavered as he brought the knife down with enough force to bury it to the hilt in Taylor’s heart.
The hilt of the athame quivered where it stood up out of Taylor’s chest as a low keening cry broke from Devon. He struggled to break the spell that kept him immobile as his anguished eyes stared at Taylor where she lay under her father. He searched for any signs that she was alive.
“No….Taylor!” He roared. “Taylor, look at me, please baby! Breath, Taylor, breath!” Ignoring Devon’s cries, William let loose a mercurial laugh and bent over Taylor’s dead body.
“Come, daughter,” he crooned, his almost covering her now blue tinged lips with his. “Give me that powerful magic your cunt of a mother withheld from me.” He waited but nothing happened. He grasped her slack upper body and shook it. “I said, give me your magic, you fucking bitch!” William released her body and it dropped back onto the floor as he peered thoughtfully at it. Then he chuckled.
“If we must do this the difficult way, daughter, we will.” He spoke to Taylor as if she was alive. “Jaden!” He yelled for his son. There was no answer. He glanced around and realized that his good for nothing son was gone, along with the troll. “I don’t need him for this. I’ll deal with it myself.” He mumbled as he moved from his daughter’s body and stripped it before beginning to take off his own clothing.
“You perverted, fucking asshole!” Devon snarled as he realized what the other man was going to do and he fought harder to break free. “Don’t touch her you sick bastard!”
William stopped and peered at Devon. “But I must.” His tone was almost reasonable. “Sex will transfer the Fae magic to me.” His gaze moved to Taylor’s body. “I’ll be the most powerful being alive. I’ll rule every realm, every race. All will kneel to me!” Devon’s jaw dropped opened in horror at his tirade. The mage was crazy! A pinprick of magic flared from deep within him. He seized it, tugging at it, as it filled him. Taylor was gone, but he sure as hell wasn’t allowing this insane man discrete her body.
William began to strip again and didn’t notice when the spell on Devon faded away under of his regenerating power. Devon leaped for the mage, sending him sailing and stood over his mate’s body. His eyes were filled with a jumble of sorrow, rage, and loss. He snarled at William as the man regained his feet and held up one hand.
“You believe you can stop me? My magic will drain you as completely as it does hers.” He studied the body under Devon as he moved closer. But before he had gone more than two steps a voice hissed from the darkened edges of the chamber.
“I will stop you, old man.” William half turned as Jaden materialized next to him. He looked surprised for an instant before his lips curled.
“You?” He jeered. “You believe you can stop…” William paused and his eyes grew larger. He glanced down to where Jaden’s hand was embedded in his chest. His expression was one of shock as he looked up and into his son’s eyes.
“Time to die, father!” Jaden said emotionlessly and pulled his arm back, William’s bleeding heart clenched in his fist. He studied at it before dropping it on the stone floor before he looked up at Devon, who stood in shock at the scene he’d just witnessed.