Marissa was cornered in a matter of minutes. Though she was a pureblood, not every pureblood was talented in fighting, especially against a group of people who were specialized in killing vampires.
Tired and exasperated, Marissa found her back pressed against the tree as though she had tried to run away into the forest, the group of the sorcerers had eyes akin to an owl that could see through the night, spotting her every time she had tried to hide and catch her breath.
Another blade had struck through her stomach, leaving her bleeding and then another one slashed her ankles, causing for her to collapse into her knees.
Proud as a princess, Marissa didn't want to show her tears but the pain tearing her skin and body was far too painful for her who hadn't had a drop of human blood for years now.
She could only stare at the smiling figures and the Hans she loves coming toward him, holding the syringe.
