Chapter 93 [Bonus ] 93: The Maiden And The White Fairy [1]

A ghoul was powerful, resistant to all forms of disease and sickness, but... they could NOT overcome death; if she began to turn, he could never save or turn her.

"I won't lose you..." His fists began to clench as her wounds were mutating rapidly, her flesh seeming to rot, slower than an infected human, but visible to his powerful eyes.

His body lowered, wrapping his arms below her waist and shoulders, carrying the cute woman who always managed to brighten the mood, her efforts to join the Vesta together, increase their teamwork and accept Alex.

How could he not know these things? If the link didn't tell him, Laura and the girls would have been saved by her bright atmosphere; even Maria's actions showed how much she cared for Samantha.

"Let's go, my little princess. It's our first date; we must find you some better clothes." Alex whispered, lifting her light body, the lack of her right leg and arm making a significantly different, his new suit now covered in thick, sticky black blood.

As the tendrils of her wounds began reaching him, they bit into his flesh, almost like small straws, drinking his flesh and blood.

'If it makes you recover... take as much as you want.' He thought as his steps slowly walked from the penthouse suite; his face was grim as the effects of his berserk state wore off, a beautiful but pale face, blood from both women oozing down his cheek, glowing emerald eyes shimmering as he began descending the stairs.

"Mildred, collect everything, deal with the corpses and return home. I will speak with you later. I order you to live and accept your crimes and sins. Never forget you are now mine; even your death is for me to decide!"

He didn't listen for her answer, as the weeping from his back, the constant apologies and wailing that followed as he moved down the hotel stairs was enough, the link between them now brighter and more solid than ever.

Alex didn't know how to deal with his feeling, as there was no link between him and Samantha; his heart ached; what was he to do?

They slowly descended to the entrance, his feet smashing the blockade away with a front kick, a solemn and mourning atmosphere as he walked into the entrance. A group of zombies seemingly drawn here by the scent of fresh blood or noise, their slow shambling bodies snapping towards Alexander as he strolled, eyes only on Samantha, a melancholy aura.

"Samantha."

The zombie's mouths opened wide, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth, each tooth longer and sharper than a sword blade. Their eyes were red, like fire, as they tried to bite at his flesh, but he stepped aside, avoiding the attacks.

"Please... don't die."

One of the zombies lunged forwards, but Alex merely looked at the zombie as a small blood lance penetrated its head, causing it to explode, falling to the ground, a small red coin and nostalgic white light.

Yet that light didn't enter Samantha's body.

"No!"

Alex grabbed her, holding her close to his chest, pushing forward as the throbbing of his chest, the pain he felt at this moment, began to pulsate, transferred to ALL Vesta in existence, from the distant Sarah to Mildred above, who gingerly began to lift from the ground and collect the coins dropped.

A feeling of icy cold, bitterness and despair, the sensation of a breaking heart.

Zombies tried to attack Alex, his eyes now locked on Samantha's face, a faint smile as he stroked her cheek, the cute girl wrapped in his jacket that reshaped to fit her body, looking more stylish.

He was oblivious as the corpses that approached him burst into flesh and blood; his lances were like small reapers of death, culling the rotting corpses; anyone; anyone who entered within 2 metres of his body was ripped apart, no matter how draining it was, his nose oozing blood and heart racing from overusing his willpower.

Only the thought of saving Samantha remained.

'How... How... how do I save her!? Old man... please... I need guidance...'

Silence.

Nothing and nobody answered his internal screams, his mind low on willpower, causing him to become delirious, knowing that soon she would become a flesh-eating monster...

He didn't want this... her smile, her face of pleasure and naked body, the times they spent together, the times he saw her before the end flashed in his mind.

A trail of corpses exploded and deformed, greeted Mildred as she stumbled down the stairs, her new form more agile and efficient at archery and strange, inhuman actions and deftness able to bend almost like a fully flexible creature if her elbows and knees were round balls. She collected the coins, dropping them into a bag; as she carried the bags and boxes down the stairs, her eyes fixed on the young man, who seemed to ignore the horde of zombies surrounding him.

"Alex!"

She called out, but he didn't respond; instead, he continued walking, ignoring the shout from her lips as she marvelled at the sight of his body walking forward, never stopping, as the zombies that approached all died, bursting into flesh and blood, clenching her hands, she put the baggage into her storage, taking out a longbow, loading the sharp sporting arrows with sharpened tips, shocked at how focused her aim, steady her hands and the fingers pulling the string did so with no effort.

Swish!

Her arrow shot from the bow with a howl of the wind, and in an instant, it tore apart two zombies before she stepped forward, shooting continuously as her penance, she would keep any zombies from disturbing his walk, his mourning for Samantha.

"I will make sure you have time alone with him... forgive me, Sammy... I was too weak."

Her words were lost in the distance as she fired another arrow; her eyes glowed green as if she was possessed by something else.

-

It was dark

There was nothing but pain, sorrow and a feeling of isolation.

A woman with long blonde hair floated in this darkness, her body fair and clean, untouched by the filth of this world.

She rotated in the air like sealed in water, her eyes closed, breathing deeply.

Beside that woman was a creature created of pure darkness, black flesh like an oozy mire or marsh.

"We need to wake up." The black creature spoke.

"He is crying."

Yet the blond woman continued to float in the darkness.

Moments passed as wounds and cracks began to form on the fair skin of the blonde woman.

For every wound that covered her, the dark creature became pure and beautiful and revealed an identical but much younger face than the floating woman.

Her brilliant hair shimmered like glossy silk. Vibrant red eyes like rubies, slowly the blonde hair began to turn white, like faded cotton, before becoming brilliant white, like snow, beautiful and tied in a messy ponytail.

"Please, comfort him."

Finally, words came from the woman, her body falling apart, her left arm crumbling into dried dirt and ashes, and her right leg and eye.

"Please... Love him..."

The dark creature was much shorter, as the woman's body ceased to float, falling to the ground and standing a head taller than the dark creature, which had beautiful pointed ears, and sharp fangs, while the rest regular, like a human, like a vampire... the glow of her eyes growing.

Her pupils were small dots as she grasped tightly onto the woman, tears of dirt and muck oozing from her eyes, forming into beautifully clear spring water as it reached her chin, while the tears of the woman became dried, dirty and rotten as they reached hers.

Two sides, opposites of the same person.

"But you've loved him for so long! I have only existed... since..." The more petite woman spoke, her voice higher and more melodic.

"Shhh... you are me; we are one ghoul and human since we accepted him, right?" The woman's voice was tired but charming as she tried to comfort the small woman, like a petite elven beauty, yet her hand collapsed into dirt and sand when she reached out, her face showing a bitter and apologetic smile.

"Don't forget... be a good girl, okay? He looks tough, but you see? We are another woman of many, yet his grief for us looks. A woman he simply fucked to test his ability... yet Alex cares so deeply? Can we say we were unlucky? Haha!" The older woman laughed as the image of the outside was shown, his eyes filled with grief, likely convinced he had utterly lost her.

"I don't want to use your name..."

"Our name, why?"

"It feels dirty... I want a name just for him..."

"Eh? You're finally being honest..."

"No... Don't speak!" The soft, fairy-like voice almost shouted in panic as the woman's body began to decay and rot; now lay in the arms of the shorter girl, who looked like a mixture of ghoul, zombie and vampire of legend, likely because The maiden loved vampires and all books related to them, her inner self, her inner ghoul was the spitting image of a certain busty short stack vampire from an animated comic she loved, waltz in the vampire bund was the name.

"Then.... why don't you pick a name for yourself? We've been talking for so long... Haha!" The maiden's tired but cheerful voice sounded like speaking with the girls back at the base.

"Can you...?"

"Can I?"

"I want you to name me...."

"mmmm, then how about Althea... Althea Tepes?"

"Why?" The girl's face was now fair and smooth like a porcelain doll, her cheeks slightly plump as her cute apple face focused on The maiden's haggard but still pretty face.

"Well, in the past, Althea meant [Healer] and also [Wholesome]. Althea comes from the Grakan name Althaea, possibly from altos, which means healing. This otherworldly name belonged to the mother of a cool hero Meleager in Grakan mythology and has an ethereal and wonderful beauty to its sound. right?"

"But mainly... because you will heal the bond we share with him... with Alexander... our lovely prince of the night."

The pretty fairy girl's mouth opened with a large circle, as she was a little overwhelmed that this girl who always seemed so stupid, the girl who was her human counterpart, knew such knowledge that she had no clue about!

"Mmmm... are you sure?" Asked the fairy to the rotting maiden.

"Don't keep him waiting... he might just eradicate the entire world at this rate, fufu~ make sure... make sure you give him a kiss from me when you wake up, haha...."

A brilliant light formed at the edge of the darkness, a wonderful and divine light.

"Can we not go together?" asked the fairy, her red eyes gleaming with worry towards the maiden.

"Silly... if we both go, then we both die... only you can keep us both alive..... I'll always be here, you know...?" The maiden's finger prodded the girl's ample chest, even more significant than the maiden, as she pouted, feeling her finger turn into dust from touching the soft flesh.

"Hmph... of course...." The white-haired fairy brushed her chest with a faint smile looking at the lonely, black body of the maiden now filled with murky fluid, darkness and puss like she had moments before.

The fairy nodded, slight tears in her eyes, as she turned away, darting forward with her heart racing into the bright light where the world seemed so vibrant and natural.

The maiden began to fall, sitting against a rotten stump, her eyes dull, now almost blind and unable to see the light as she called out to the tiny fairy about to vanish forever.

"Althea! Be happy!"

A gentle chirp returned from the excited fairy as the maiden finally released her grasp on the world. "I will make him fall for us, then let you enjoy his sweet embrace!"

'We may never meet again....' The maiden's sorrowful thoughts sounded as the world was entombed in darkness as the fairy became the light and she the darkness.