• He saw a man in a black cloak coming up behind Anastajya with a cross bow. “Anastajya!” He pushed her out the way. Vincent got up and pulled out his katana. The man had a Gladius strapped behind his back. He threw the cross bow to the ground and drew the mighty sword. Vincent swung first. It ripped a hole in the stomach area. Then the mans Gladius sliced the skin of Vincent’s face. Vincent winced in pain. Anastajya got up and got her evoker out. She turned around and shot the man dead in the face. Then four more times in the heart. She pulled her dirk out and jumped on the man. She dung the dirk in his neck. Finally, his head rolled into the ground. Greenish blood was everywhere. Anastajya ran to Vincent. “Baby! Are you okay?” She worried.
    “Yeah.” Vincent murmured. A white scar was left of the cut. Anastajya was so relived. She gave him a hug, then kissed him. One of her hands were on his neck, the other on his waist. Her right hand feel warm thick liquid run down her hand. Vincent stopped kissing her back. She let go, and Vincent’s head fell off. Anastajya started to scream. His body collapsed. His blood flowed from his neck like a river.
    “Vincent…” She whispered. Big tears fell from her eyes like rain. She glared upward. She saw a man with no head, and bullet holes in him. “How is that possible?” She thought.
    The man ran at Anastajya like a mad man. She quickly moved out the way. She pointed at the back of the man and shot five more times. After the fifth, he fell. She ran over to the man lying on the dead grass and dung its heart out. It was still beating in her hand. Then, she bit into it. Blood ran down her throat. The blood was liquid fire. It tasted so good… but, it stopped. It was disappointing to her to stop. She crushed it in her hand like a piece of paper and threw it.
    She walked over to Vincent’s body and cried silently. She picked him up, tossed him over her shoulder and slumped off into the path made for her.
    In the middle of the path, she heard the voice once more. “You killed my husband, and you shall pay,” She whispered. “You should leave me alone,” She paused. “Or I’ll kill you all!” She screamed. Out of no where she felt a piercing feeling through her heart. She looked down and saw an arrowhead through her chest. Her voice squeaked. She dropped Vincent then herself. Her dark pink eyes turned a dark violet. Blood made a river out her mouth. The man came over to her dying body. Blood fell from his wounds. They splashed on her face. “Go to hell, Gods freak of nature.” He made a cross by touching his forehead, shoulder to shoulder, and his chest. The vial around his neck was filled with holy water. He opened it and poured drop by drop in a line down her body. A flaming white fire blazed over her body. Her amethyst eyes glared in the fire. Once her body was burned, it went on in a flash like a blown out candle. The wind picked up her ashes and was carried out in the morning sun.