The war between our worlds (Marshall Lee X Reader)

Bloody pastries

( A/N : Thanks for tuning in after all this time! I appreciate all of my lovely readers and commenters, here's the long awaited chapter you deserve!)

The stake came down hard on Marshall's chest, and blood splattered onto Cinnadale's pale, cold face.
I felt a lurch in my heart, something screaming inside of me. My stomach twisted itself into a large knot, and I cried out in agony.
The scream echoed through the woods, bouncing off the bark of the hollowed trees and startling the silent creatures roaming in the darkness.

Marshall Lee.
The boy from my visions, the boy who made me feel things without even touching me, see things without even bring there.
The boy that made me hurt so mercilessly, so unexplainably.
A filthy blood sucker, someone I should hate, some one I should have killed a long time ago--but couldn't.

I couldn't find it inside of me.

His body lay there, motionless. Pale skin still glinting in the moon light, red eyes still wide open in alarm, once filled with such fire and hatred now dull and lifeless.
He didn't radiate that uncertain vibe anymore, that unshakable electric feeling that made the hairs on my neck stand on end. That made me unsure, afraid, angry, aroused. It was no longer there, as if drained from his very being with the bloody stake that Cinnadale held in his hand.

I dropped to the ground, speechless. My voice was caught in my throat, soundless tears dropped down my cheeks and sunk into the soil. My body had run cold, stiff.

Cinnadale stood up finally, wiping a streak of blood off of his cheek. When he looked at me, his eyes filled with something almost unrecognizable. He looked hurt, broken even. I had never seen him this way in all our years as friends, and it left me confused.

Cinna had killed plenty of times before, something as simple as killing an immortal couldn't have taken a toll on him. Was it because he had preformed such an act infront of me?

The guard was silent, and for a moment he looked almost as baffled as I felt. He glanced down at the dead vampire on the ground, then back up at me.
"Surely... you couldn't have loved him, Princess."

I couldn't get anything out of my mouth, my lips were sealed shut, my words restrained with agony.
Loved him? Was that what this all was about? Was I in love with Marshall Lee?

Cinnadale dropped the stake, and the look diminished from his face as quickly as it had come. His blue eyes were stern now, all business as he strode towards me.
"He was an Abader, (Y/N). A disgusting blood sucker, an undead corpse. He would only hurt you, these savage creatures know no love. They are incapable of even understanding it, vampires are cold and heartless. As your guard, I am sworn by oath to protect you from anything that could bring you harm. I was only doing my job, and I'm sorry you had to see it done in this way."

"You...you killed him. He restrained himself, I saw him! H-he had Fraunx down at one point, but he didn't take the advantage. He didn't want to fight, he didn't have to die."
Cinnadale pulled me up by the shoulders, and buried my wet face in his chest. I realized that I was shaking, and I couldn't stop. Even after murdering the man I supposedly loved, Cinna could still comfort me.

"You only saw what your heart wanted, princess. Immortals are sly, manipulative creatures. He placed lies and visions into your head, nothing he said or made you feel was true. You are a young girl with a wild emotions, and he wanted to take advantage of that."