Chapter Two Hundred and That Eight
Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty Eight
Bailey’s eyes widened in shock as she stared at the dagger now prodding out of her chest. I didn’t stop at that. I pulled the dagger out, only to strike over and over again, till I was sure she was dead.
She fell to the floor in a puddle of her own blood, and finally I paused to stare at her.
It was over; I couldn’t believe it. I would be free.
I didn’t know I was crying till I felt the tears against my cheeks; this wasn’t tears of pain or sadness but of relief. It worked. I couldn’t believe it worked; I had been one step ahead of her.
I took Bailey’s body deeper into the woods, a shovel in my hand, and when I was completely out of sight, I began digging as quickly as I could. I dumped her body into the hole I had dug. I had been about to cover her up when I heard the footsteps. I turned, but I had been a second too late. Something hard came into contact with my head, and I fell to the ground.
The last thing I saw before I blacked out was Nick’s figure standing over me.
I awoke with a start. My head hurt, and I noticed I was bound to a chair.
My blurred vision got clearer, and I noticed two figures, Nick and… Bailey.
“I guess the water did the trick,” she says, tossing the now empty bucket away. I, on the other hand, was soaking wet.
I had killed her. I had driven the silver dagger into her heart over and again, how could she still be alive? That should be impossible.
“I guess you are wondering why I am still breathing. The answer to that is very simple. You mistook me for a regular werewolf. You have to do better than silver daggers to end me,” she said with a sick smile on her face.
My gaze found Nick.
“You.” I called out venemously.
“Yes Riley. Me. I am the reason you were not successful with your little burial and, of course, why you are here.”
“Why, Nick?, why would you do this to me?” I questioned, and then it clicked–he was being compelled too. “So you’ve got him compelled too?” I questioned Bailey, and she only laughed.
“No one has me compelled; I am here because I want to be.”
“You are working with her?”
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Yes, I am. It might hurt, but I need to reveal one more secret to you, one I should have told you.” He said with a simile, like he found his words funny. “Another reason I turned you was to help the elder get her revenge; I hadn’t lied about the other reasons though; I thought you would be a good partner for me, but that was not the main reason for turning you.”
“So… everything, it was all an act?”
“What else did you
think?”
“No.” I whispered. This I didn’t expect, no, not at all.
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