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Lost My Savior, Found His Pain

For years, I believed my unique blood was a gift to save the man I loved. Now, he saw it as a poison. At the urging of his venomous new lover, Kim, he believed I was a family enemy trying to destroy him. He subjected me to endless torture, draining my life force to treat Kim' s fake pregnancy. Each extraction, which he saw as me faking my pain, was actually pushing my body toward total collapse. I endured it all for one reason: to protect my innocent brother, Benny. But how could the man whose life I'd secretly preserved be so blind to the truth? When they captured Benny and threatened his life, I offered my final sacrifice. I gave Cliffton my entire remaining life force, dissolving into light before his very eyes. And in that instant, as his cured parents appeared to reveal every lie, he finally understood: he had just murdered his own salvation.
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Chapter 4

Benny. My sweet Benny. He was here, chained like an animal, his face pale with fear. The glowing collar around his neck pulsed, suppressing his own unique gift. He shivered, his eyes darting around the hostile clearing, then landed on me.

"Adelaide!" he cried, his voice cracking with desperation. Tears streamed down his bruised cheeks. "Sister! What have they done to you?"

He struggled against his chains, rattling them violently. The guards tightened their grip, yanking him back.

Kim stepped forward, a cruel smile stretching her lips. Her eyes gleamed with malicious pleasure. "So, another one of the Valentine vermin crawls out of the woodwork," she sneered. "Just as I suspected. They multiply in the darkness, like parasites."

She turned to Cliffton, her voice sickly sweet. "See, my love? I told you they were plotting against us. This one was undoubtedly sent to spy, to gather more of Adelaide's tainted essence, to weave more of their dark magic."

"What do you want with him?" Cliffton demanded, his voice cold, devoid of the earlier rage. It was a calculating tone, dissecting a problem.

"We need to interrogate him, Cliffton," Kim insisted, her voice firm. "Find out what else Adelaide has planned. What other poisons they intend to unleash upon us, upon our child." She glanced at the guards. "Take him. To the dungeons. And extract every last secret."

The guards seized Benny. He cried out, struggling against their grasp. They were rough, their hands digging into his flesh.

"No!" I screamed, a raw, guttural sound that tore through my throat. My fading body surged with a desperate strength. I tried to stand, to interpose myself, but my legs buckled. I fell, crawling on my hands and knees, dragging my dissolving body across the scorching earth.

"Please!" I rasped, my voice barely a whisper. "Please, Cliffton! Don't hurt him! He knows nothing! He's just a child!"

I reached for Cliffton's leg, my translucent fingers grasping at his expensive trousers. My face was streaked with dirt and tears. "He just came looking for me! He's innocent! He's never hurt anyone!"

"Let him go, Cliffton!" I begged, my voice growing stronger with desperation. "Let him go, and I'll do anything! Anything you ask!"

Kim laughed, a brittle, mocking sound. "Anything, witch? What could you possibly offer that we haven't already taken?" Her gaze dropped to my nearly transparent legs. "You're barely even here anymore."

"I'll give you everything!" I cried, my voice hoarse. "My entire life force! My remaining essence! Whatever you need, for your child, for your cursed line! Just let him go!"

Kim' s eyes narrowed, a calculating glint replacing the amusement. She exchanged a quick look with Cliffton.

"She's lying, Cliffton," Kim said, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "She's always lying. Trying to manipulate you."

She walked over to Benny, who was still struggling fiercely against the guards. Kim picked up a long, bladed knife from a nearby table. It glinted wickedly in the sunlight.

"Perhaps we should test her loyalty, my love," Kim purred, running her finger along the blade. "If she truly cares for this... thing... she won't mind a little demonstration of what happens to those who defy us."

Benny cried out again, seeing the knife. He tried to twist away, but the guards held him fast.

"Stop!" I shrieked. "No! Don't touch him!"

Kim ignored me. She raised the knife, aiming it at Benny's hand.

Cliffton watched. His face was unreadable. He made no move to stop her. His indifference was a deeper wound than any blade. He truly believed I was a monster, worth less than the dirt beneath his boots.

"Cliffton!" I screamed, a desperate, heart-wrenching plea. "No! Please! Take my life! Not his! I'm begging you!"

I pushed myself forward, throwing my dissolving body in front of Benny. I didn't care about the pain. I didn't care about anything but protecting him.

The knife plunged. Not into Benny, but into me. It passed through my translucent side with a soft resistance, like cutting through thick gel. There was no pain, not anymore. Only a profound coldness spreading rapidly through my chest.

My body was fading faster now. I could feel my essence, my light, being drawn out, rushing towards the wound, towards the weapon.

"Take it all!" I choked out, blood bubbling from my lips, dark red against my pale, dissolving skin. "Take everything I have left! For your child! For your legacy! Just promise me... promise me you'll let him go!"

I looked at Cliffton, my eyes pleading, desperate. "Cliffton, please! For the love you once had for me... for the future you claim to protect... let my brother live! He is innocent!"

A flicker. A tiny, almost imperceptible tremor in his jaw. His eyes, for a split second, softened. A flash of doubt? A memory?

Kim saw it. Her face contorted in a silent snarl. She leaned in close to Cliffton, whispering furiously. "Don't listen to her, Cliffton! She's a witch! A manipulator! This is her final trick!"

Cliffton' s eyes hardened again. The flicker was gone. He looked at me, then at Kim. He straightened his shoulders.

"Very well, Adelaide," he said, his voice cold, emotionless. "If you are so determined to sacrifice yourself for this boy, then so be it. But this will be the last. The absolute last drop of your essence. You will give everything you have left. To Kim. For our unborn heir."

My breath hitched. "And Benny?"

"He lives," Cliffton stated, his voice flat. "If you fulfill your end. If you give everything."

"Yes!" I gasped, a surge of fierce joy mixed with agonizing pain. "Yes! I will! Just let him go!"

I pulled the knife from my side, the dark blood flowing freely, my dissolving body making the act almost effortless. I didn't feel the blade, only the rush of my life force escaping me. I pressed the blade against my chest, right over my heart.

The ritual was complete. The final extraction. This wasn't just blood. This was my soul. My existence.

A searing pain, unlike anything I had ever known, tore through me. It felt like my very atoms were being ripped apart, my spirit shredded. It was a scream without a sound, a fire without heat. My body convulsed.

A brilliant, blinding light erupted from my chest, pulsing outwards, swallowing the clearing in its intensity. It was pure, raw life energy, concentrated and potent beyond measure. My unique cells, my regenerative power, they were all being forced out, in one final, cataclysmic burst.

My body felt light. So light. Empty.

I held out my hand, clutching the glowing essence, a shimmering orb of pure energy. I offered it to Kim. She snatched it from my grasp, her eyes wide with greed, a triumphant, sickening smile on her face.

"Now... let Benny go," I whispered, my voice barely a breath. My vision was fading, the world blurring around the edges.

Cliffton nodded to the guards. They released Benny's chains. Benny stumbled, looking at me, his eyes wide with horror and confusion.

"Adelaide?" he cried, his voice laced with terror. "What's happening?"

"Go, Benny," I whispered, my voice almost gone. "Be free."

He was pulled away by another guard, his cries echoing in the distance. He was safe. That was all that mattered.

My legs, my lower body, they were almost completely gone now, shimmering motes of light rising into the sky. I felt myself lifting, becoming weightless.

My sight dimmed. The brilliant light of my essence was the last thing I saw. Cliffton's face, a blur of shadow and light, was before me. His mouth moved, but I couldn't hear the words.

Then, I felt myself falling. My body, or what was left of it, collapsed. But before I hit the ground, strong arms wrapped around me.

Cliffton's arms.

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