Belle had seen her share of dead bodies in her life, and though she wasn’t immune to the gruesome sight, one had to be strong in order to survive, and survival was something she had fought for since the moment she had experienced death as Isabelle and realized that once you lose your life, getting it back is impossible.
Survival was something she would fight for in order to go back to her family, her son, her husband, and to take their newborn home and celebrate its birth with every single one of her loved ones. Evenly, Rav and everyone.
Those thoughts gave her strength, and the weakness in her body was momentarily forgotten as she moved with purpose, ducking when needed while explosives were hurled over their heads and burst a short distance away, the force of each blast almost knocking them off their feet.
They finally came out of the establishment through the blown-up fence, but they stopped short at what greeted them outside. They had thought the inside was chaotic, but outside the fence was double the madness as the two sides crashed together in a violent war.
Belle had never seen this many human armies in all her life. Some of them were fighting the vampires head-on, while others were spread across the upper grounds along the mountainside of the west border, firing cannons and guns toward the vampires, who depended on their speed to fight. But before any vampire could move fast enough to reach the humans positioned on the heights of the mountainside, a barrage of gunshots erupted and cannons were let loose.
Belle and Andrea ducked behind another big tree outside the broken fence just as another cannon was fired, breaking apart the vampires’ gathered troops. Belle watched in pure horror as the explosion tore through the bodies of the vampires, smoke rising from them before turning them into nothing but drifting dust. That was when she realized the humans had come prepared with weapons specifically meant to finish off the night creatures, without caring if any human became collateral damage. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦
"Dear lord, we are going to die, Isabelle. We are going to die. There’s no way out of here!" Andrea cried out, trembling on the ground where they had ducked behind the tree, the sounds of the war drowning out the cries of the baby in Belle’s arms.
Looking around and seeing no way out of this chaos, vampires on one side and humans on the other, Belle almost believed they would die, but she wasn’t willing to give up without trying. Rohan was on his way. He would be here soon. But they couldn’t just wait here while cannons and guns kept firing; one strike could hit the tree and crush them beneath it.
Another thing even more concerning than the war was the reaper she had noticed following them, disappearing and reappearing every now and then in front of them or behind them. Reapers only followed their victims, waiting for the exact moment death would strike before they took the soul. At this point, after giving birth to her baby safe and sound, Belle couldn’t tell who among them would die today, or whose soul this one reaper was waiting to claim.
Clutching her baby in one arm, she grabbed Andrea’s hand and said, "We won’t die if we keep moving. We have to move away from the mouth of the war and try to get away from this side. My husband will be here soon, and I need to be somewhere he can find us faster. Andrea, get a hold of yourself!" Belle shouted at the trembling young woman, who looked as pale as a sheet and kept muttering that they would die here today like the other slaves in the establishment.
Andrea looked at Belle’s determined face, streaked with dirt smudges. "I...I am not strong like you, Isabelle. I can’t do this. You should go if you can, I...I will stay here."
Belle wasn’t the kind to leave people behind, especially someone who had helped her survive the establishment while she was being starved, and who had helped her give birth to her baby in the midst of chaos when she could have run away from fear. Even with a reaper following them, and Belle knowing someone might die, she wouldn’t let fate unfold without fighting back.
"I’m terrified too, Andrea, but we need to try to survive. I can’t let myself die. I can’t. I have so much to fight for in this world, so much I want to return to. Just hold on to my hand as tight as you can and follow my lead. Understood?" Belle asked firmly, and the other woman, still sobbing, nodded and clutched her hand even tighter.
"On the count of three, you move with me and we run to hide behind the next tree. We will do that until we are on a safer grounds."
Andrea nodded again.
While the two women ran into the chaos, ducking every now and then behind trees or going down on the ground, Rohan was flying with everything in him to reach the west border in time. From the sky, he noticed as the vampires’ troops were marching and leaping towards the west border, where even from the distance he could see the smoke rising and smell that the war had broken off.
Having used his wings too much yesterday while looking for his wife’s whereabouts, he couldn’t push them to move faster than they were already carrying him to the west border.

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