418 Red snow- Part 3
"You aren't a normal person," noted Weasley. He had never seen any vampire or demon ever return like that from the dead. He was positive that Calhoun had died because of the holes in his body and bloodshed on the ground. A person would have easily considered him to be a pile of torn flesh, not knowing what happened.
"I keep hearing that. I wonder why," said Calhoun before jerking his head towards the sword that was on the ground, "Pick it up. I wouldn't like to kill you without a fight." Calhoun used his leg to flip the sword near his leg up in the air for him to catch in his hand.
Weasley looked at Calhoun with an apprehensive look on his face. "You didn't answer my question," he said. He bent down to grab the sword while keeping an eye on Calhoun. The King liked to play, and Calhoun could strike at any time.
"Are you in the position to ask a question, Wes?" Calhoun returned the High House member's question with his own question, "I trusted you, and look at you."
"It is unfortunate that you came to look for me, at the same time you were ready to burn me," Weasley's calm expression started to break, and the mask that he had been wearing all these years, slowly cracked. Calhoun's smirk increased at the sight of it. "It didn't have to go that way, but you have caused me more loss." Weasley's eyes took in the sight of the bodies that littered around them.
Weasley was no ordinary man, and he knew the odds of winning against the King. The demon had seen Calhoun slaughter every one of them today here, enough to have his eyes brighten with the excitement of killing people and having blood on his hands.
"It is a pity that I couldn't come to see what the chain could do, but with the Queen not wearing it, we should call it as a no game, my King," said Weasley, while trying to see his options in getting out of here. He needed a distraction for Calhoun, but they were in a place which was away from the village.
Calhoun smiled, "You know that is not going to happen," and soon enough both of their swords that were being held by the two men clashed against each other and sparks of orange and white flew every time they pulled and struck the swords at each other.
"Who knows, I must be very loved to have many lives like a cat that has nine lives," responded Calhoun, and as much as Weasley tried to attack with the sword, he couldn't get close to Calhoun.
Using his elbow, Calhoun hit straight at Weasley's stomach before throwing him on the ground and the sword that Weasley was holding dropped down, to have another sword being placed against his neck by the vampire.
"What will you get by killing me?" asked Weasley.
"Satisfaction of your death. It's been so long since I felt this good," hummed Calhoun, bringing up his hand to lick his bloody fingers. "Not fresh, but decent enough and the smell," his eyes darkened looking around, his words cold like the air around them.
"Helena won't be happy with you. You will need me alive if you truly want to get your name cleared-"
"Two decades and you learned nothing," said Calhoun, "Reputation means little to nothing to me," said Calhoun, staring down at Weasley before dropping his sword from the demon's neck. "Alright, I will let you go."
Giving a look, Calhoun turned his back and started to walk.
Noticing Calhoun continuing to walk, Weasley stared at King's back that was left wide open, and his hand reached out for the sword that had dropped down on the ground. Holding it tight in his hand, he got up before going straight at the vampire. But as the tip of the sword touched Calhoun's back, Weasley crashed into his back, the blade turned to a bunch of rose petals in Weasley's hands while some dropped on the ground.
Weasley turned utterly confused as to what happened and where the sword he had been holding disappeared. Before he had the time to process, Calhoun turned around to grab his shoulder and his head.
"You were a good man, Weasley, but not good enough to continue living. I would like to have fewer problems than have them piled up for the sake of my woman." Calhoun's words didn't make any sense to Weasley. His time had come, and in a second, Calhoun tore the demon's neck before dropping the head and the body away from each other.
Calhoun's clothes and face were covered in patches of blood, and he wiped his face with his sleeve again, a sigh escaping his lips as he took a glance at the dead people and then at Weasley. He didn't have anything against Weasley, and he was only protecting what was his. People were ambitious with their dreams, and he had nothing against it. It was only when others interests collided with his, did the outcome turn to something like this.
He felt an ache in his chest, and he coughed, spitting blood on the ground. It was time to get back home, thought Calhoun to himself.
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