Chapter 283: Blood And Snow (VI): His Monster (2/2)
Samira noticed immediately the shards of silver like glass poking out of her skin, just below her shoulder where it seemed her arm had snapped under sufficient pressure. Like a hound that had smelt blood Samira narrowed her eyes as she shot forwards, her form seeming illusory as she appeared in front of the princess.
The princess waved her hands forwards spraying a stream of cold air, froze everything in front of her to popsicles, even the moisture in the air was not spared. But Samira skirted the edge of this attack by the skin of her teeth; going round the princess with her body gliding close to the ground, until she came up in the princess blind spot and then moved forwards with barely a few inches of separation between the both of them.
Samira grabbed her still functioning left arm and pointed in the direction of the spouting geyser of water from the destroyed fountain. The entire geyser, twenty feet tall and then some, was frozen all the way down to its source below. And then Samira jumped up, both her hands holding both ends of the princess's arm, from her wrist, to her shoulder blades. She didn't jump up to high, just enough that both her knees were above her outstretched arm, and then she brought them both down on the middle of her arm, with her hands pulling at them with vampiric strength.
*Craaaaaack! *
”Arrghhhhhhhh!”
Her screams of pain rent the night as she fell to her knees with tears in her eyes. The princess might have had a fairly easy life this time she reincarnated, becoming a princess and being taught politics and despicableness 101 at the foot of what she would consider a master; her own mother. But in all that time she has never had the misfortune of being in so much pain, it was so blinding it was the only thing she could focus on.
She felt Samira grab her hair and pull her back up, a sinister grin etched on the face of the vampire that did nothing more than make the young snow elf feel cold from the deepest pit of her stomach. She had chosen to chase after the spy alone and without any significant support because it was a ploy on her's and her mother's part to build her reputation in the eyes of the other elven families. Now she was looking at a monster, her life held firmly in its hands.
”I really hate the way you look princess; I've never seen anyone uglier than you in my entire life. How about we fix that up for you a bit.”
And Samira turned her head to face the pillar of ice her powers had made from the destroyed fountain. The first strike did nothing more than clear the princesses head. underneath her skin she had what many would call cold steel. A special synthetic material secretly developed by the snow elves. Its power for defense was unprecedented, especially when it was possible for it to grow stronger after absorbing a significant amount of mana. It was her ultimate defense that Samira had shredded like paper.
The second strike twisted her nose, even with the cold steel beneath her skin that shit hurt a lot. And then the third came and she felt a tooth get chipped, and then the fourth the fifth, until she lost count of how many times her face had been smashed against that ice. Her blood and flakes of her skin hung off the cold sculpture, a bizarre rendition of art.
”Now you looooooook beautiful enough for an audience with my King.” Samira said to her with a smile.
Seconds later her vision s went dark as she became shrouded in a cloud of bats. The resident of the town who had wisely kept their distance watched on in abject horror as a flock of bats took away their crowned princess, leaving nothing behind but a garish ice sculpture pained red with her blood and the frozen tears of pain she left behind.