by Amanda Jones
Keir hissed in response, drawing a dagger out of a loop on his belt. “Enough!”
B felt the dagger bite into the side of his neck as Keir applied pressure. “Shit,” he breathed as he squeezed his eyes shut. He’d imagined how he would go out many times over his long existence…so this was how it was going down. He felt his skin split as the dagger was drawn across his neck. Oddly, it didn’t hurt; he just felt a strange warmth as his blood flowed out onto the ground. A scream pierced the air and B felt his body falling. His eyes snapped open as his skull connected with the concrete. The dagger had landed right beside him, the blade only inches from his eyes. B was able to clearly make out the words etched into the flat surface. In nomine diaboli. Not good. The dagger had been charmed in order to facilitate the killing of immortals. Before his eyes the pool of his blood spread out around the dagger.
“Oh, fuck.” B groaned as his brain went offline, and he was engulfed in a beautiful darkness.