Your full name?

Just like it was before, dripping my blood on the jeweled dagger. Janice drops it in the bowel with the other contents. She stirs and places the mixture on her finger, marking the ground with more symbols. "I get that we are all about the blood. I do, but why does everything require it. It's boring now" Everyone ignores Arlo's opinion as usual.

"Ready when you are, your highness" Janice walks passed placing an encouraging hand on my arm. I guess it's the moment we've all been waiting for. Holding my breat, I place my hand in the centre lock. The chains start retracting. The sound of gears turning and metal scraping only adds to the tension.

The doors slides open. There he lies, like an angel, serene and beautiful. I walk to his form lying on a stone table. My hand glides over him. For the smallest moment, I forget the hurt and pain. The pull to him is so strong. I fight it and focus on what needs to be done.

I hold my bleeding wrist above his mouth. The fear I feel in this moment is like I've never felt before, that I'm trembling. The blood falls on his lips, chin and neck with my unsteady arm. I am able to break myself away. Leaving a glass of human blood for him. I take my position beside everyone and wait for him to emerge.

"Oh come on, is anything happening yet? We've been standing here for hours" Dante strikes again. Slapping the back of Arlo's head. "It's only been 20 minutes, these things take time" Dante reassures his brother but is waved off. Suddenly, we hear the sound of boots touching the ground, echoing in the almost empty room before us.

My heart is hammering in my chest. Everyone is bracing themselves for what's about to happen. Arlo is being, Arlo. He is far too excited. Rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, impatiently. The footsteps approach and we all hold are breath.

Time seems to have stopped. With a clatter, the glass I left in there skims across the floor. Spilling the blood all over the trap. Fuck. The glass breaks through it scattering the symbols and breaking them apart. Double fuck. His laugh echos out to us as he approaches the open door. Fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuuuccckk.

His beautiful image appears before us. I stifle my bodies instinct to leap in his arms. My mark is moving, clearly excited at it's masters return. "HOLY HENRY CAVILL, THERE'S A WITCHER AMONG US" Arlo let's out. "Hmm I'd say he looks more like Griffith but built like Guts" Dante replies.

He walks out and over the trap. Oh did I mention, fuck! He leaps straight to me. Knocking me on my back. His large hands are wrapped around my neck as he straddles me. He lifts my head up and crashes in back into the ground.

Thud "THREE" smack "HUNDRED" crack "YEARS". He shouts at me, between each impact my head makes with the ground. Mara was trying to pry him off of me. Irritated by her actions, he turns his attention to her. Before we can react he rips her head clean off of her shoulders.

Alarich cries out in disbelief. He launches himself at the master but I step in front of him. "Don't, please I can't lose another" I plead to him. "HE TOOK HER, HE KILLED HER, MY MARA AND YOU PROTECT HIM!!"

A gravelly deep laugh comes from behind me, which antagonises Alarich further. I gesture to the twins to restrain him, relluctantly they comply. Bewildered and mournfully trying to process what just happened. "Your Mara should know not to interfere"

Alarich roars and I turn to face the beast. "You maybe shouldn't have been privy to the plan, considering how frequently I've been in your mind. I may have made you who you are, but you are still just the niave and stupid girl before I changed you"

His words cut me, anything negative from his mouth cuts me. He is right. I do feel pretty stupid and niave. I don't get the chance to talk "Bring me the human" Arlo breaks away from Alarich. "NO" The devil just smirks "I like you but don't push it. Nevermind, I will go to her."

Arlo and I, take off chasing his lordship. I mentally told Dante to get Janice to put Alarich to sleep and place him in his room. Stepping through Arlo's bedroom door. He grimaced and turned to face us.

"Make her decent" We approach the door. Helena has headphones on and she's dancing around in her underwear. Strange for him to turn away at a female form. Arlo walks to her with a dressing gown and drapes it over her. "Waaaaahhh" Helena jumps back places her hand over her heart. "O.M.G! you scared me"

She turns to face us "Who are you?" she points to the white haired man beside me. "He's an.. old friend" I tell her but his hand wraps around my side and I'm pulled unbearably close to to him. "Nonsense, we're lovers" That fucking grin.

"Oh I see, you cosplay as the witcher or something? Explains the funny get up and old timey chat" Arlo beams "See, I called it, suck it Dante!" He looks around and his face drops realising his brother isn't with us.

"The resemblence is uncanny" I look up and see awe in his eyes. "What do you mean?" He let's go and walks towards Helena. "Remarkable. Please, tell me your name?" Arlo snarls at him as he gets closer.

"Ok look, I'm flattered but Arlo and I, are kind of a thing and you're not my type. I mean, not to say you aren't attractive. You are, but..." Helena stops her rant when she notices Arlo has his eyebrows raised. Her cheeks flush.

"JUST TELL ME YOUR NAME?" Helena has clearly annoyed him now. "Whoah take it easy, what's this guys deal? It's Helena, Arlo calls me Helly or Hels.." He cuts her off. "Your full name?" Helena lifts her hands in mock surrender "Ok, ok."

"It's Helena Thorne"