Loki cried out. She didn’t.
It was an intense moment, Loki still gripping the Alicorn that was half-buried in her stomach while Snow White was still gripping his neck. They could have both died right then, him staking her, and her asphyxiating him.
She pressed her thumb against his Adam’s apple so hard it forced him to twist his head in pain, unable to readjust his body to stab her again.
How could this tiny girl do that?
She lifted him off the floor with her hand as her black eyes turned bloody red. Loki wrapped his arm around hers, trying to defend against her attack.
She pulled the Alicorn out of her bleeding stomach and threw it into the darkness, stabbing Dee. Like a skilled knife thrower, she hit Dee square in the head.
On the other hand, Snow White’s wound didn’t cause any real damage. It would heal in a matter of minutes. Loki had seen it before. For the moment, Loki had to concentrate on the fact that the vampire princess was choking him to death, and there was very little he could do about it.
A sudden ray of light came from behind and hit her in the face.
“Leave him a-al-alone,” Axel stuttered. Loki was surprised Axel had the courage to venture into the castle, trying to save him—or die with him.
Snow White didn’t flinch, and disregarded Axel’s presence, but shied away from the white light aimed at her eyes as they turned from red to black again. Nobody seemed to acknowledge Axel’s presence, even demons.
Instead, Snow White continued staring at Loki in a way that made him feel guilty, as if he were the one grasping her by the neck.
Then something amazing happened.
The fine tender skin of her face loosened up. Although she was undead, Loki saw some of her life force coming back into her pale face.
It was true. Her face was white as snow. Her lips, curved in the shape of a broken heart, red as blood; cherry blood, strawberry blood, or life-saving blood. Her hair was as black as if it were cut from the fabric of the mysterious souls of night. Her eyelashes were like ancient Roman feather fans, majestically waving like a ship’s sails flying in the stratosphere.
There was a slight touch of golden-green mascara over her eyelashes, reminding Loki of ancient Egyptian goddesses.
She was a goddess.
Not in the wow super-duper way, but in the regular, kind-hearted girl next door kinda way. Loki imagined her like a child; so innocent that when they cussed, you couldn’t get mad because you were defenseless against their charms.
Slowly she let him down, loosening her grip. She did it with grace and care. It made him feel like the woman in King Kong’s huge palm, awkward.
Standing on the same ground now, she was an inch shorter than him—not that it gave him any credibility.
She looked up into his eyes as hers turned slowly from black into ocean blue with a hue of gold.
“What the h—” Axel said, still holding his flashlight with both hands as if it were his magic wand.
Loki let out a sigh. Snow White’s blue eyes had that fabulous shine he didn’t see in most Minikins’ eyes. It was the type of shining there was no name for, but implied that the person was full of life—and that they had a great story to tell.
She is fooling you again!
But why would she do that? Why didn’t she just kill him?
With the blood dripping from her lips, and with her pale skin, she was just an excruciatingly attractive sixteen-year-old girl living in a castle of her own hell. There’s nothing wrong with that, right? Loki thought. He’d been living in this hell called Earth for a year now.
In her new state, she looked so lovely she could sneak up and kill you without you even noticing it, a girl who knew when to kiss and when to kill.
Loki understood why no vampire hunter could ever kill her. It wasn’t her strength or superpowers. It was her hypnotic and charming magnetism.
Loki wanted to shake the trance of her presence off, but he couldn’t.
Big Bad moaned behind him on the floor.
“You’re still alive, monster!” Big Bad roared at her. “Monster!” his voice seemed different as if he were a monster himself. Loki couldn’t see Big Bad in the dark, although he thought he’d heard his bones breaking or something without anyone touching him.
The vampire princess twitched at his words as if she was about to turn into something more sinister than what she was minutes ago. Instantly, her eyes turned black again.
Loki sensed her anger. It was as if she was humiliated by Big Bad calling her a monster.
Axel followed her with his flashlight, acting as if he were the lighting supervisor on the Broadway play: Wicked. Snow White was certainly turning nastier than the Wicked Witch of the West, and it was all because of Big Bad’s foolishness.