Tears rolled down her eyes as she listened to the voicemail they had sent her.
They wanted her to either kill herself or give her body up, accepting their sex slave community and becoming their sex toy.
Llike raping her and inflicting her with a trauma that no one might be capable of curing wasn't enough.
She knew she was beyond saving…she felt it deep within her.
She shivers whenever she is in close proximity with a man and all she wants to do is flee.
She can no longer hold properly the bow of her cello and that was enough to end it all.
The cello was her life and it was either she does their bidding or they kill her students - those she has taught how to play the cello.
For every day she has hesitated, one child has been killed and it has been three days already.
It meant three children were dead already because of her…
She had watched the videos they had sent her and she felt sick because of how they had killed the children.
The bruises on their bodies were a different story but the hole in the middle of their heads was consistent for the three of them.
She wanted to destroy the whole lot of them, wanted to be their end and be the one to drag them to the fiery larva of hell, but she didn't want her students involved.
This was not negotiable and never an option.
Having no power to do anything bit in her mind and her spirit was weakened and her soul caved within her..
They want her to walk into their snare willingly…how sickening!
Just because they had sponsored her wellbeing and education almost all her life didn't mean they own her life a hundred percent.
She had not begged to be saved from the fire that petrified and ate up her parents just to jump into another fire - a fire that was gradual and continuous.
She saw them as her saviours and liberators but in reality, they were ghouls who just had the covering of flesh.
Mind sucking and controlling bastards.
Some would have said that she should involve the authorities and get the police to arrest the whole lot of them.
But that wasn't possible…
It wasn't, when they were the authority themselves and they have someone, persons like them in the highest authority, in whatever facet of life.
Life seemed meaningless and ugly because they were like gods on earth and controlled everything.
She picked up the bow to her cello and the cello and stood before the full length mirror - the most valuable thing she possessed after her cello, as she regularly loved seeing herself play before it.
She had let her jet black hair that seemed to turn dark brown whenever in the sun, down.
Her big doey eyes stared back at her and she noticed the bags under her eyes had gotten bigger.
The purple orbs in her eyes like those of Yennefer of Vengerberg, which used to be her most outstanding feature had lost the light in them and looked extremely dull.
They looked almost lifeless already.
There is a quote that says 'The eyes lose the life in them before any other part of the body' and Zelda totally believed it at the moment.
Her nose was red because of how hard she had been crying at the injustice in the world, that had been directed solely at her.
Her bow shaped lips were charred and she saw no use in making use of her chapstick when she was going to die anyway.
It would be a waste of gloss and effect!
Her brown floral patterned dress hung on her body that had become slimmer over the stress of the past few days and her cheeks looked sunken.
Her hands tightly held her cello and the bow strongly, like someone was threatening to snatch it from her and her knuckles turned white - losing all the blood in its circuit.
"The only way is always the hard way and this way, is to end it all" Zelda said before putting her instrument in its bag and with one look at the small room that had sheltered her for the past three years, she left for the church cathedral.
There she hoped to pour her heart to GOD.
To pray for the children whom she was about to commit this disdainful act for and for her spirit to be accepted when she died, despite her crime.
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As Zelda got to the cathedral, she sat at the last pew in the church and there she made her prayers with a heavy heart, tear filled closed eyes and shaky lips but no word could be heard from her.
The groanings took place within her.
When she was done, she wiped her eyes, picked her cello and marched out of the church to the famous Topaz Tower with determined steps.
She had three more hours before another child would be killed and she needed to act fast.
As Zelda left the church, following the left, Falkur and Kamaz entered the church through the right.
Kamaz had desired to do something he always did that somehow brought a level of peace to him and this, is to just sit in the church - the atmosphere had a way of comforting him.
Contrary to the tales that surrounded vampires, vampires do not bleed or shriek when they see the cross, at least not Lord Kamazotz as he is the first ever of his kind.
Kamaz stopped as he got to the last pew of the church were Zelda had sat some seconds ago and where her scent centred… and he inhaled deeply.
When he opened his eyes, he looked around the church but he could see no one that could seem like her.
He thought he was beginning to hallucinate and think too deeply of her and so he sat on that pew and did what he came there for.
He just sat, looked around and reminisced hurtful memories.
After twenty minutes, Falkur came to tap him on his shoulder although he was very wary of his actions and when Kamaz opened his eyes,his eyes were bloodshot.
Quickly Falkur bowed, "Pardon me my Lord, but…we must move now"
If it was any other day, Falkur would have regarded Kamaz as 'Sir' but he knew this day that Kamaz' beast was so close to the surface and anything out of order could lead to even his death, even as little as using the right title.
As Kamaz stood up, Falkur immediately stretched forth the hat.
"Your hat my Lord" Falkur said.
The hat would cover his eyes a little and hopefully no body would be able to take notice of the man with the red eyes.
Falkur began to feel bad for bringing Kamaz all the way and as they walked out of the church, he prayed that this storm that was just gradually steaming in his Lord, would be that same way till they get to The Ragnar Manor.
It was the last day of the month already and none of the Cello players had been able to bring the serenity and tranquility that Kamaz sought for in the tune of the cello.
They were just coming from the last Cello concert and that one had been fair as Kamaz' mind had been cast off shedding blood for some few minutes.
As Falkur started their car, they heard the heavens suddenly rumble. The skies were bright just some seconds ago and the sudden change in weather was a mystery.
"We must hurry my Lord. Pardon me but this ride might be a little bumpy" Falkur said before he pressed his foot on the gas and began to drive away.
As they drove, the darkness in the heavens began to spread deeper and everywhere seemed like it was nighttime already.
The sound of the Cello playing began to cut through the night as people dispersed but some others didn't as they were captivated by the beautiful melody from the Cello that played at the top of the Tower.
They wondered how the lady whose face they couldn't see had gotten there but it didn't occur to anyone what her true intentions could be after playing.
Some even brought out their phones and began to make videos of the lady who played the cello at the top of the Topaz Tower.
"Stop the car!" Kamaz' voice echoed in the car from behind.
Falkur was shocked and had not expected Kamaz to speak as he had not heard him speak for more than two weeks and had only relayed information by the mild shaking of his head or completely ignoring whatever it was.
Falkur looked at Kamaz from the mirror in the car but couldn't see the eyes of the King properly yet as he continued to drive.
"Pardon me my Lord but we need to…"
"Stop.The.Car!" Kamaz boomed and the heavens roared, thundering in back up of his command and the heavens released the rain it had been holding for so long.
Falkur stopped the car with shaky fingers as he was met with Kamaz' eyes in the mirror.
'That isn't good…' Falkur said in his heart as the car screeched to a halt.
Those that were formerly watching and listening to Zelda play began to also seek shelter as the rain descended on them, but Zelda did not stop playing and instead she increased the intensity and the sound of her bow on the cello was sharper than ever and cut through the sound of the rain.
As others ran away, a certain someone ran towards.
He recognized that tune…how could he not?
This was the tune his Zeda had played before he could get to her, to save her…
This was it…
He looked up to the tower and he saw her clearly as the tune was ringing in his heart just like it had done seven hundred years ago.
"Zelda…" Kamazotz said.
Her name rolled off his tongue perfectly and was like a prayer…a beautiful prayer with a deep longing.