Chapter 255   - Two Hundred And Fifty-five: Your Confidence.

"Get her out of there, there's no use keeping her in the house which is not safe anymore," Asher ordered Sabrina.

"Oh, now you want me to release her after locking her up," Sabrina laughed.

"It's your spell,"? he pinpointed

"It was your idea" she too pointed out.

"You know Lia would kill me if I go back there and besides, the war has started. Any moment spent here is time given to Raphael to devise whatever devious plans he has for me," said Asher.

"Fine, I'll do it but the dampening cuffs, how did you get your ones on it?" She inquired out of curiosity.

"You'd be so much surprised what Devon has on her, I stole the cuff from her," Asher boomed with a smile.

"Whatever," Sabrina waved it away, and did she forget to mention that she wasn't jealous of the little attention Devon was getting.

"Let's go …..ahh," Asher remembered," I need a weapon," he demanded from Sabrina.

"Seriously, Asher?" She scowled at him,

"Now?"

"Yeah, or I can -"

"Ask Devon who is still reeling from the effects of the spell?" Interrupted Sabrina with an arrogant smirk.

She was almost saying, "Oh sorry, but your new favorite witch is out of shape to carry out your demands, your royal majesty"

"Why do you even need a weapon when you have Raphael's powers?" She raised the question.

"In case you don't know, Raphael's duplication is not exactly battle wise against Ezekiel's telekinesis," he replied,

"I will need something to aid me in battle,"

"Do you have anything precise in mind?" She inquired, already making a mental sketch.

Asher stroked his chin contemplatively "This is a war and I don't need long, heavy weapons to drag me down. But I can make do with fast, light, and accurate weapons," his eyes brightened with an idea.

He gestured to Sabrina to come closer which she did cautiously, who knows if he's about to punish her for her betrayal.

As soon as she drew nigh, Asher whispered something into her ears and pulled away.

"Can you conjure it as fast as possible?"

"Easy as pie," she said and set to work immediately.

The few minutes Sabrina worked on it, Asher took that opportunity to work on the battle plan once more with Dan.

"According to the news from Gideon, Ezekiel nor Raphael seem to be at the battlefield which means one thing…"

"They're still at the Clan house and the way it looks, both intentionally want you to come to them," Dan summarized, "This is a trap,"

"I know," Asher replied.

"And you're intentionally walking into it?" Dan was flabbergasted.

"What do you suggest I do then?" Asher asked him.

"Draw them out," Dan suggested.

"How?" Asher folded his arm across his shoulder and watched him expressionlessly.

"I don't know but we can think of something," he argued

"We have no time to think of anything," Asher said to him while accepting both guns from Sabrina and putting them in his back pockets.

"Keep Devon safe before coming," He ordered Sabrina.

"N-no, I need to save…" Devon protested, trying to stand to her feet. But her feet gave out, instead, she fell on Sabrina and almost bought both down with her height.

"You can come find me after you're recovered but at the moment, Sayonara, friend, "Asher waved at her smugly before facing Dan who teleported the both of them to Raven's clan house.

As Dan said, they were expected. Hardly had they stepped in and were attacked.

"Before anything, I need to find my mother," Asher grunted while facing off a vampire who had the ability to manipulate his body mass.

"Why the sudden change," Dan asked, facing his own share of vampires.

With a single swap, Asher was smashed into the nearby wall before he could answer; falling bricks and plasters became the aftermath.

"That hurts," He groaned while pulling himself out of the dent in the wall and stretched his waist.

"Ouch," yelped Asher when his broken hip bone cracked, repairing itself correctly.

But his little therapeutic session was interrupted when the vampire grabbed him on the neck with his bulky arm.

"Hey there, maybe we could have a little chit -" The grip on his neck tightened. Sigh, this was the period Asher wished he still had his body so he could roast his hands.

Suddenly, Dan came over to Asher and looked the enemy vampire in the eyes as if communicating with him telepathically.

He released his grip on Asher, turning around to attack his partners instead.

Asher knew Dan took control of his mind, ordering him to do that.

"I had everything under control," he complained.

"Obviously," Dan sassed,

"I would have done better than you if I had my ability," Asher bragged.

"Yeah, sure," Dan waved him away, the way a mother waved away an annoying kid which irked Asher.

"Remind me to have a duel with you once I reclaim my body," he demanded.

"Sure, of course. Now are you going to find your mother or not?" Dan asked him.

"Alright then, hope you don't die," Asher said to him and took off without giving him a chance to respond.

"I should be the one hoping you don't die instead," Dan murmured with a melancholic expression before turning to continue the battle else a vampire sneaks upon him.

Asher searched all available rooms amid exterminating some vampires in his way until he got to a particular one.

"Mom?!" He found his mom motionless on the bed.

Just as he tried walking over to the bed, he felt a powerful force yank him backward and he fell out of the window, falling two floors to the ground.

"At last," Asher moaned, pulling out a glass shard sticking out of his thigh. Good thing he fed before coming.

Ezekiel jumped from that floor, landing right in front of him," Nice to know that you would be facing your demise today,"

"Ahh, you must be so full of joy," Asher taunted, rising to his feet.

"Do you know what's so irritating about you?" Ezekiel scowled, circling him.

"Who knows? Humor me," Asher purposely smirked.

"Your confidence," he gave Asher an acidic look," It's so damn irritating,"

Asher guessed, "I bet my father had it too,"

"Oh, his was worse. He was so full of himself, optimistic in getting what he wants which works for him to my dissatisfaction. Most people work hard to get what they want but it came so natural to him!" he fumed!

"Excuse me? Do you mean most people like you who work hard to get what they want, still don't succeed amid their scheming?" Asher tactically mocked him.

"You would regret the day you were born!" Ezekiel roared, charging at him.

Asher at once duplicated, both focusing their gun at Ezekiel and fired.

Ezekiel put up his hand and the bullets suspended in the air, albeit he missed one which pierced into his shoulder and made him screech like an owl.

"Silver?!" He looked down at the injured spot, watching his sizzling flesh with great anger.

"I came prepared this time," Asher was smug.

With a feral growl, Ezekiel released the bullets and sent them back in Asher's direction.

Asher and his copy were quick and adept on their feet. They jumped and performed a set of acrobatics in the air, carefully avoiding every bullet till they flew past them.

But Ezekiel intentionally held back a bullet which he set free when Asher wasn't looking.

His copy at once rushed forward and took the bullet which pierced through his heart and he fell to the ground, dead. Yeah, werewolves and Vampires weren't friends with silver.

"Is that all you can do?" Asher challenged and the real fight began.

The environment alone was Ezekiel's weapon, he used everything he could get exploit on Asher, who in return kept duplicating and made use of his silver bullet.

"I heard my son slept with your mate," Ezekiel said all of a sudden.

"Ouch," Asher cried in pain when the foxy vampire sent back bullets that raided him on the abdomen. Shit, that old geez distracted him.

But as lowly and sick as that move was, this was war and in war, you do everything to survive. All is fair in love and fair.

"Shut up," Asher winced, trying to get to his feet all to no avail.

Ezekiel could have used that moment of weakness to finish him off quickly but he didn't. He was watching him with a glint that spread goosebumps on his arms; he was planning to kill him slowly and painfully.

Asher winced when his arm cracked and curled at a askew ankle - Ezekiel's doing. He wanted to cry out in pain but he was not going to give that bastard the pleasure of knowing he was in intense pain.

"Where should I break next? Your neck?" He mused.

But just as he wanted to snap Asher's neck to the side with his mind, a shrill cry was heard and Ezekiel was seen flying into the house, bringing the wall down, eventually buried under a pile of rubbles.

"Hello mate," Asher gave the furious Lia a lopsided smile.