Mirabel's body flopped to the ground. Bethany held tight to the crystal, watching as the young woman writhed on the ground, convulsing in agony, her eyes staring up at a non-remorseful Bethany who stared at her triumphantly. She made a strangled sound, her legs flailing and then the light slowly faded from her eyes. Bethany stared down, afraid to make a move. What if she wasn't really dead? She shook her hands, getting the blood off her claws. It splattered the cave walls. The crystal lightly glowed as Bethany stared at it with greed. What could she do with this crystal? She kicked at the body lying on the floor. It didn't move. Mirabel was really dead. Bethany couldn't believe it.
She eyed Mirabel. She needed the body to be gone. She closed her eyes and envisioned the body going up in f
