Chapter four
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The clock from a tower tick loudly, the sound echoing in the area. Immediately it strikes twelve, the large bell jingles loudly.
Very close to the tower was a magnificent Catholic church. The church would have been empty if not for the presence of the priest who knelt in front of the altar, and somewhere in the crew, a man and a woman sat together among the woman held the man's hand passionately, their eyes were both affixed on the Mary statue on the altar.
"Life!" The woman whispers suddenly. She turns to the man.
A frown dropped on her cheek as she couldn't feel her body again.
"Nicholas!" She called aloud, but it only echoed in her head.
"Nicholas, please you have to look at me, What is going on!?" She screamed in her head.
The truck ran over Layla, she flew in the hair and landed on her back, hitting her head hard on the tiled road. Blood gushed like water from her skull, as her vision slowly became blurred. She could barely hear the sounds of an ambulance as it rushed to the scene.
Nicholas stopped abruptly just as he was about to take a step. He turned to Ivy and noticed her unusual silentness.
"Ivy, are you alright?" Nicholas tapped Ivy's shoulder and ached with concern.
Ivy felt a sudden force run into her body. She staggered backward, shutting her eyes and placing her finger on her forehead.
"Ivy…" Nicholas's voice echoed fadely in her head, her whole world felt dizzy and blurry.
She breathed heavily and her eyes flung open.
"Ivy…" Nicholas called out, shocked by the sudden turn of events.
Layla creased her brows and raised her hands, turning slowly around, "Ivy…" She whispered her name.
"Are you alright?" Nicholas asked, creasing his brows.
"Am I Ivy?" Layla asked, pointing to her chest.
She shrugged her shoulders and walked down the stairs, leaving Nicholas dumbfounded.
"I thought that was my last life!?"Layla thought aloud, admiring the clothes she wore.
Is this her last life? She wondered what this life would be like and, judging from her dress, she seemed to be rich and well-to-do.
"Ivy, Ivy…" A voice called from behind but she ignored it.
Nicholas pulled her hand, making her face him.
"What is your problem!?" Ivy screamed in anger, releasing her hand forcefully.
"Ivy…" Nicholas stuttered, he was taken aback.
"Ivy, Ivy, Ivy, what happened? Can't I breathe" Layla screamed, running her finger into her hair.
Nicholas heaved a huge sigh, he took a huge step forward and slid his arm into her slender waist, wrapping it around it.
"Is all this because I didn't accept your designs for our wedding rings?" Nicholas asked.
Layla shrugged her shoulders, "This guy is a per…" She shut her mouth quickly. Did he just say "Our wedding Rings"
"Am I getting married?" She asked, shaking his shoulders vigorously.
"Hun? Are you alright?" Nicholas asked, staring deep into her eyes.
What kind of life is this? Marrying a guy that doesn't sincerely love you.
Layla took a deep breath, she stared deep into his eyes. Why was he acting like he cared when he didn't care?
Nicholas unexpectedly brushed his lips on top of hers. Layla's eyes widened in shock.
This life was starting to interest her.
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It was a dark and stormy night.
Tall street lights lit up the whole street, and the only pedestrian that seemed to be present was a young lady in a tattered gown, her hair was a typical mess and her lips looked pale like she had lost a lot of blood. She exhaustedly wandered down the street, her head bent to the left as she walked like she was possessed.
A gray-painted estate car raced towards her and came to a halt immediately after it arrived in front of her.
The conventional door swung open and an old man rushed out of the car with his arms spread.
"Dora, my darling, what have they done to you?" He cried, running towards her.
The young lady stood still baring her saliva-filled teeth. The only thing that seemed audible to her was the thudding sound from his chest and the gulping down of his saliva.
His scent clouded her nostrils and was already messing with her head.
The old man moved closer and placed his hand on her shoulder, "What is wrong my dear?" He asked, staring deep into her eyes.
Within him, he wondered what would have happened to her. Was she his daughter?
She shifted her cold stare to his shoulder, then nonchalantly to his face.
"Dora, let's go and you will have a warm bath," The old man said.
He turned around to leave but she pulled him back with her sharp claws fingering him.
"Urgh!" The old man groaned in pain, his eyes widened as he watched his hand bleed uncontrollably.
She moved his hand to her mouth and pressed her fangs into the cut, sucking passionately, the blood that gushed out of it.
Tears streamed down the old man's face, "Was this Elvon's doing?" He thought his vision was getting blurred bit by bit, he felt like his whole world was spinning and with a loud thud, he collapsed to the ground.
The young lady groaned in pain, her body twisted unnaturally as her bones cracked, trying hard to morph into that of a Lycanthrope.
Within a few minutes, she had already transformed into a black wolf, baring her saliva-filled teeth.
She strolled at an indescribable speed to the car and pounced on it, she hopped consistently on it on the windscreen.
An arrow flew unexpectedly in the air and landed on her back, she whispered and fell from the car to the ground.
A hooded figure stepped out of a dark corner and walked towards the werewolf.
"One werewolf. We saw her undergo the transformation process and we are certain that she is one of them"
The phone beeped and the figure buried it under his coat.
"Woah! She is so huge!" the figure exclaimed.
He squatted at her level and rubbed his palm on her furry body
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