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They all help Stefan kill liviu, get control of the dacians.
Elizabeta
I lose track of him. With the dacians shooting curses everywhere, my attention is a bit preoccupied elsewhere. But something goes utterly wrong. (vlad gets taken by hunters, silviana held by dacians, Stefan fighting alone)
He’s still standing. Indon’t know how, but with all the cuts, with all the lashings, he’s still standing. “Stefan...”
He turns to me, as though hearing my pained whisper. I jerk against the holds binding me, only to remember the arrows embedded in my wrists. I glance from them, to Stefan. To the hunter lifting his crossbow, ready to kill him. And in a moment of utter clarity, I know what I have to do. And it’s not for my siblings.
It’s for him.
I head butt the hunter behind me, and he groans. In a whirl, I yank my wrists out from the arrows. The fresh blood spewing through my veins gushes out like. ageyser, spraying him and his companion in the face.
I claw their throats—a second thought—quickly, then rush to Stefan. In time to see the arrow fired. In slow motion, I see it coming for him. I tackle him, but not before I feel the arrow hit me. Enter my chest, and find my heart.
I look up in stefan’s face, thinking how I never got to tell him I fell for him.
Another tiem... Daniel, I’m coming.
Stefan
“Liza!”
Vlad screams. I feel for her—and find the arrow. Embedded in her back.
“No, no no no no...”
I touch her face. Nothing. She’s...
No.
“NO.”
I rise. Fury uncurls within me. The likes I’ve never felt. I’d thought her unhinged, but what I feel is so beyond the normal, it can’t be contained.
“you want a show of power, liviu? All right. You’ll get it. You shouldn’t have fucking touched her.”
I bow my head, bring my hands up in a prayer motion. All around me, there’s noise. So much noise. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Already, the cuts over my body are fuelling the darkness, pulling the magic at me. When I open my eyes, I can see. The shadows are showing me the enemies in dark shadows, leaving the innocents—two of them only—in white. The darker a person is, the more likely it is I have to kill them.
And I have no qualms about doing that. At all.
So I let the darkness rise.
“Fane, no!” silviana cries.
I know what she’s afraid of. Thinking the same thing that happened to her, will happen to me. But it won’t. because I know he’s waiting, on the other side. Waiting for me to ask for power. Waiting for me to open the portal.
I won’t.
But I will use everything he’s gifted us to brings this to a swift conclusion.
(he kills all the dark dark blobs)
When the last breath leaves Liviu’s body, I walk back to Liza. Footsteps around me tell me Vlad and Silviana have reunited, and their soft murmurs pass my ears. But all I can focus on is. Elizabeta.
And her lifeless body.
“I’m not letting you die,” I mutter. And then, louder, “You can’t fucking bave her!”
Then I reach for the arrow, and yank it out. Then place my hand inside her, until I feel the heart. The heart that contains their essence as vampires, their livelihood. And I pull on darkness. And I close my eyes.
You can’t have her, zalmocis. You can’t have either of us.