I smile as I feel the familiar flow of power that comes with my blood released. It is intoxicating like a high I will never come down from. I feel the life energy flowing through me as my snakes wind their way around their prey. Every man who dared draw my blood this night shall burn.
The door slams open and for a moment I savor the shrieks of pain the intruder let in but as the intruder calls out for answers from his leader I remember. My husband is here. It is like this reminder is a bucket of cold water putting out the burning addiction to the power I was riding.
Instead, I look over to where they are and see that man still has a knife to my husband's neck. Fury burns through me once more.
"Let go of my husband." I wonder if husband even recognizes my voice like this drenched in rage built through millennia of fighting this war.