Make Me: The World of Knott

30Jaide

I should have been excited,I had missed him, there was still part of me that needed him.

But I couldn't be excited, not with the way Dawn was standing there, covered in blood.

"What do you mean Aldric is--"

I didn't even get to finish before a boom echoed through the door from the endless tile hallways. The sound of breaking tile rattled the air before the screams started and another blast ripped through the air, the walls rattling.

"If I had to venture a guess I would say that Garret wasn't the only one to feel the effects of Jaide's blood," Parris said before staring at his hand, grunting in an attempt to make his own magic sparks explode.

"You think?" I fell back on the bed, staring at the wall as another blast hit against it, a long crack in the plaster stretching from the floor to the ceiling.

Yeah, that wasn’t good. Damn it. I really didn’t want to die bare ass naked, in a Synian sex factory with cum slipping down my legs.

I might not get a chance though.

"What did you do to protect us, Elliot?" Garret mumbled, stepping besides Elliot even if he didn't look at him. "How long will it last?"

"It’s just a wind shield. But lasting? Against true Fae magic, or against whatever you have?" Elliot answered, nodding to the sparks that were still dripping from the tips of his fingers. "I would say we have maybe five minutes."

"And then you are going to solve this, right lover boy?" Parris jumped off the bed, pulling his pants on as he snarled his way over to Elliot, who turned with a scowl equally as deep. "Seeing as you were trained fight Fae and kill our kind by the King of the Fae--"

"I already told you, I am not here for the Fae," Elliot tried to cut in, but both Garret and Parris were snarling now. It was as though Parris' rage had put a quarter back in Garret's. "I am here for the witches."

"We don't even know--" Garret began, but I had quite enough. I jumped off the bed, ready to roller plane my way in there and smack some sense into the three of them. I didn't even care if two of them were kings, they were acting like children.

"Will you three knock it off? You sound like the kids in the alley fighting over who gets to eat the rat," I snapped, just as another blast ripped over the wall, spider webbing the cracks into deeper lines. I could have sworn I saw the wall bow as if the whole thing was going to explode.

"Ew," Elliot twisted his lip.

"I'm pretty sure we have bigger problems right now than whatever this is," I waved my hand wildly between them. Elliot clearly hadn't been truthful, not that I was surprised. I mean, had Garret met him? The guy thought life was a giant riddle. But their reasons for being pissed seemed pretty petty when compared against a wall that was one second away from exploding.

I rounded on Dawn, who was staring at the cracks in the wall as if they were going to come alive and eat her. Her eyes were wide, the drips of blood that streamed from her hair like rivers, leaving little pools around her feet.

"Dawn," I stepped closer to her, but she didn't turn, she just jumped as another explosion ripped over the wall. More screams followed. "Dawn!" I said again, louder that time. It was only when I put my hand on her shoulder, the warm wet blood slipping against my skin that she turned with a jump that sent drops of red and black over us all. If I had to guess, the black was the blood they were talking about. Synian blood.

"Dawn?" I choked on the word, the frightening width of her eyes sucking the air out of my chest. "Dawn, what happened?"

"Aldric," she began as if that explained it all. "I was running, keeping the Synians away from me, but I ran into the main hall, where Parris's coven keeps their maidens, and it was... there was... so much blood." She jumped again as another blast cracked against the wall, this one ending with the groan of wood and a shower of plaster.

We all turned, Elliot mumbling something that clearly wasn't a language I understood. The wall looked like it was breathing, the cracks pulsing back and forth as though they were unsuccessfully trying to heal themselves.

"They came to the halls," Dawn's voice seemed far away as we all turned to her, those wide eyes focused on the wall. "They ripped us apart. He said they needed fuel. That they needed strength... and then... and then..." She got stuck on the words like she was a broken record, her mumbling continuing as the shouts and screams and everything frightening that was bleeding through the wall silenced.

And then there was nothing.

Absolute silence drenched the room as we stared at the wall, at those cracks that threatened to explode. At the wave of blood that was seeping under the door.

"Menstrual Monster Hell!" I screeched, stepping back as though the blood was a wave that was going to crash against me like a bad prom date. Instead, I earned myself some looks from everyone else. I guess I was the only one who missed that the blood was not going to turn into a blob monster and attack me and was instead on the other side of the room and moving with the speed of dried molasses.

"We need to get out of here," Parris said, stepping close to me and sending a chill of him over me. "We need to get her out of here."

"Me?" I asked foolishly, I already knew he was talking about me. And I already knew why.

"He's coming for you," Garret said what we already knew. "He's tasted your blood in a heat, and he won't stop until he has you. And he clearly wants you all to himself."

Garret turned to me, his eyes the same all-encompassing black as Parris's both men stared at me with something that was half