Under the vampire Lord's protection-Chapter 151: Abducted

Since it had been done out in the open, the yuniper fumes dispersed fairly quickly, allowing them all a chance at finally opening their eyes.

Although Silas waited for no one and rushed to pick up Liriel and Floriel who’d been thrown to the ground.

"Liriel, Floriel! Speak to me!"

While Liriel remained completely unresponsive, Floriel on the other side managed to groan her pain and frustration, bringing a hand up to rub the sore spots on her head.

"I... What happened?" at first, she merely moaned those words before recent memories seemingly rushed her. Eyes widening, the fairy sat up at once ignoring every screaming bone in her body, coughed up a storm and attempted to crawl her way towards Liriel, "Oh no! Liriel! Please! Liriel!" she cried.

"Calm yourself," Silas kept his tone steady, "Her heart still beats. Tell me what happened to you. Where is Arabella?"

Head snapping from left to right, Floriel failed to contain her tears, "I... Don’t know, I... I felt a strong hand wrap around me and then I was yanked and tossed, I suppose,"

Suddenly, all of her frantic motion halted as though slapped across the face, she slowly turned until her eyes locked onto Silas’, "The man! The human man that was right in front of us! We noticed it, me and Liriel before it happened,"

"What human man? Elaborate," he looked around at the handy men that had come along with them, counting only five of them lying unconscious on the ground.

"His aura was different. It was not the same man that had traveled with us all the way from the manor, but we only noticed it when it was far too late! Oh please forgive me!" Floriel whaled even louder.

Silas gently placed the fairies back on the ground and turned towards the others. The witches were still in the process of helping each other up while the vampires were practically all already on their feet, coughing here and there.

"They must have switched sometime when we were still near the tunnel," Lord Foy had a hand on his right-hand woman’s shoulder.

"And it seems the girl was their only goal here. They took no one and nothing else," Lady Athanasia’s eyes traveled from one party member to another.

Upon hearing those words, Silas thought of no other person to glare at than Lord Dragomir who stood by his servant, Lauden.

They too seemed to try and recover. As for their expression, it let nothing transpire besides confusion much like everyone else.

However, Silas refused to believe his innocence thus not allowing him out of his sight.

"Master," his own right-hand man turned to him, "How should we proceed?"

"Calistro, Ethendra," Silas addressed the witches, "Would you be able to find their trace?"

"Not without owning something that belongs to them," Calistro shook her head.

"What about your girl?" Ethendra chimed in, "Hand us something of hers," she extended her hand.

His eyes fell to the ground, thinking back to the day Morgana had bewitched Arabella’s pendant to protect her from all magic, "That won’t do. No form of magic will work on her,"

"Well, that is just fantastic...," Lord Foy had exclaimed without an ounce of enthusiasm in his tone. His expression displayed no joy either.

"Who cast that spell?" Calistro crossed her arms over her chest.

"Morgana,"

"As ashamed as I am to admit it, my own spell work has a lot to envy Morgana’s but then, at least we know where to start," Ethendra walked forward, past Silas.

"Morgana’s services are highly sought after. She won’t be easy to find, and we only have two hours left until sunrise," one of the Lords had said.

Silas fought his best to focus his rage into his clenched fist instead of any other part of his body, especially his jaws to avoid hissing when he spoke, "Head home right this second and send a word out to the council," he ordered his servant.

"What about you, Master?"

"Worry not about me and do as you were told,"

Silas’ tone left no room for discussion so without another word, the servant flashed away, leaving but dust in his wake.

"What is your plan then?" Lady Athanasia neared Silas.

"To find and retrieve her," he spared her no glance, "Make sure the fairies are well cared for,"

And with that, Silas too left nothing but dust behind himself, convinced that if magic was of no use in his quest, then his own senses would do.

Since the assailants were human, he believed they couldn’t have gotten that far from the initial point.

The issue was that he hadn’t much to go off of. Perhaps they ran away on horses or perhaps they were on foot... Nothing confirmed it.

Nowhere around him did his ears pick up on a group of people speeding away on foot as they must’ve used magic to thwart advanced senses such as his, and every horse or carriage he’d intercepted on his way belonged to innocent and unsuspecting travelers.

In the end, he was left with not many alternatives. There were far too many perfumes around, preventing him from focusing on Arabella’s already weak scent.

Although he was at least relieved that she was unharmed, considering he hadn’t caught a whiff of her blood just yet.

It also meant that she must’ve been unconscious since her voice never reached his ears after the last scream that had escaped her during the attack.

That also was another bit of comfort as unconsciousness would spare her from the terror of being snatched away, for as long as she remained so, that was.

But then the realization that he was left with nothing kicked in again which in turn led him to kick himself.

How could he have allowed it to happen? He was supposed to keep her safe! She’d crossed countries seeking safety...

How could he have put her in such danger, knowing full well her father still lurked in the shadows.

It seemed he’d gotten close enough to lay hands on her and all that time Silas was none the wiser.