Chapter 368: My Turf Now
The door was suddenly shattered open from the outside, accompanied by layers of dust that blurred the figure standing at the threshold. Alistair was more than ready for what was to come, and when Marius stepped into the room, the only soul he could spot was Alistair. When he looked around with a settling frown, he saw no one else.
"You meddling vampires!" And he seized Alistair within the flash of a light, "if you are going to continue getting in my way then I have no use for your useless soul. You either tell me where exactly you hid her, or I will vanquish your soul and you should forget ever being reborn to the world again, cause you... will cease to exist. Not in the real world, not in this world either."
Marius made it super clear he wasn’t bluffing around. He was already draining the energy that came with Alistair’s soul, and the vampire knew—once that energy is gone, it would be like he was never created. The dangers of having your soul owned by someone means they choose to control how you live, what you do, and once angered, they can get rid of you within the snap of a finger.
Alistair could feel his strength waning. He was held in a chokehold and he couldn’t release himself from Marius’s iron grip. Unfortunately, he has lost his strength.
"Where is she??" Marius snapped, "I know she’s in here, where did you hide her??"
To Marius’s confusion, Alistair smiled despite the threat’s he continuously lashed at him. It was at that moment Marius’s ear detected a sound behind him, as if someone was pushing something heavy across the floor. When he turned his head 180 degrees to see what it was, a towering wooden wardrobe crashed on him.
Alistair was able to escape Marius’s cruel grasp, and he looked at Samantha who was already darting through the hallway, disappearing through a corner. She didn’t waste time lingering behind, she felt extremely bad for leaving Alistair alone, but he told her not to wait for him once she falls the heavy thing on Marius. In fact, she was stunned by her own strength.
Not once in her life did she consider being able to push such a thing, and it is true when they say, a little adrenaline rush can do so much more than one can imagine.
Coming across another draped window, Samantha moved the curtains aside so she could see exactly where she was. She inched closer to the window, her face turning white as a blank sheet, and what she saw was a lonely path.