Supernaturals

25. I killed him

ANNA

We were all seated on the floor of the porch of one of the houses in werewolf territory. Our mission to have revenge on the vampires had barely started but we were very exhausted already. Not so much because of what we have done, but those we were yet to do.

Shawn had gone to ‘take care of something' important and would get back to me soon. That was over three hours.

I saw Shawn as a pretty nice guy. During the time we spoke, he was nothing short of a gentleman. He seemed like a very cool guy and that wasn't something one gets to see a lot in this time.

“Don't you think he agreed too easily?” Nika asked.

Tasha nodded in agreement. “Can't say that thought hasn't crossed my mind but there's little we can do now. If we are going to do all we have to, we are going to have to trust the werewolves.”

Trust the werewolves. I don't know why, but trusting the werewolves—or anyone—wasn't appealing at the moment. But now, for apparent reasons, it was now a part of my bucket list. Yeah, I was yet to do so but I guess our choices were limited.

Just then, Shawn came. He held me by the shoulder softly and led me away from my friends.

“Something came up," he let out.

His voice was barely audible, his posture, nothing like it was a few hours ago.

I nodded, anticipating the unknown. “Okay.”

“We caught a vampire just outside our fences. The vervain we planted and sprayed all around the territory did most of the work for us."

Wow. I didn't know why he was being so serious about this since he appeared like a tough alpha male. I mean, the guy was literally an alpha.

“This is great news," I exclaimed, suddenly realising why he was telling me all this. Or at least I thought so.

He stared at me quizzically and shrugged. “Can't see how this is great news.”

“We are going to test if the dagger works, right? You said it yourself that we need to know if the weapon works at all.” I smiled at the idea of the mission actually having the potential of being achievable. “This is a pleasant surprise, it couldn't have come at a better time.”

Shawn was neither happy nor excited. While I couldn't tell how he felt, it was clear that he was very worried.

“Is anything the matter?”

Shawn spoke softly but he still couldn't mask how worried he was despite trying so hard to.

“Anna, that won't work. This vampire is a hybrid; part demon, part vampire.”

Wait . . .that was a thing? Holy goodness.

“Well, we could try at least.”

Shawn disagreed. “I don't think that will be possible. The hybrid can leave whenever he likes. It's a good thing that he's not a violent type.”

This was confusing. It felt like those moments when you knew there was a lot you didn't know, but the ones you knew were too much for you to understand and handle.

Shawn continued. “Also, he wants to see you, he claims he has helped you in the past. Once he speaks to you or any one of your friends, he will leave.”

What? That hot vampire? This is just even crazier.

“How did he know I was here?” I wondered aloud.

“So it's you?”

After what seemed like forever, Shawn spoke again. “Please just speak to him so he can leave.”

Shawn explained to me that the hybrid had recently discovered his demon nature. Long story short, he used his new powers to track me down and now he wanted to speak with me.

Honestly, the story wasn't the most believable one. It all felt like a huge pile of bullsh*t to me but it was all I was given.

“I will speak with him, let me just have a minute with my friends.”

“Sure."

I told my friends everything Shawn said to me and what I could make of it.

“This feels like he was watching us, who knows if he has found where we reside,” Nolan vented, his voice filled with rage.

If one thing was sure about Nolan, it was that he hated the vampire.

Tasha threw her hands in the air. “Sexy, murderous, stalking, demonic vampire—can't think of a more terrifying personality.”

After talking about the whole thing for half an hour, I went with Shawn, hoping seeing the vampire again wasn't the most stupid ever.

“That was one long minute," Shawn said as we walked down the basement of an old building.

The vampire was strapped with humongous chains to a metal seat. One would think he couldn't get out if he tried for years. But I knew enough to know that doubting his strength was either due to ignorance, overestimation of my magic, or just sheer stupidity.

As he laid his eyes on me, my heart got engulfed with terror. I almost entertained the thought of running out of the building and never set my eyes on him ever again.

“I didn't kill your friends, I know you think I did but it's not true.”

Way to start the conversation.

Suddenly my fear ran out of me and rage took over. “Don't you ever talk about them, you murderous bast*rd.”

“Please believe me, I didn't do it,” he pleaded.

What did he take me for? Just how naive and simpleminded did he think I was?

“I made a promise to end you and your kind, and I will die before I give up.”

Holding the chains he was strapped with and then pulling them apart like they were made of cookies, he stood but didn't come towards me at all. He didn't move at all.

We were only four in the room and what was funny was that he could kill all of us in under a minute.

“I also want to end my kind, it's a mission—”

I yelled at him with so much fury. “Shut the hell up, you killer. I'm done here.”

I flung my hands in the air and then headed for the door.

“Wait,” he yelled. “I would like to tell you how they died.”

I stopped and without looking back I shouted at him. “Please keep those details to yourself. I don't want to know how you and your pals had my friends for dinner.”

I just couldn't contain it anymore. Since I set my eyes on him, memories of my friends have been flooding my mind. All the tough times we had, all the special moments we had together. I felt like my emotions would implode and kill me. I almost prayed they would.

I fell to the ground and began sobbing profusely.

Shawn and his buddy, Mike, just watched the whole thing like it was a movie. No doubt it was making even less sense to them.

Declan continued speaking. Now his voice was softer and a little shaky because he was also crying.

What a pathetic hypocrite he was. It was all fun and games to him and I was just one meal he felt he would have a little more fun with. I wasn't sure what his intentions were, but he was a vampire, so there was no way it didn't end with my neck between his fangs.

“I don't want to hurt you any more than I already have but I have to speak my truth. It's killing me inside and there's no way to say this without me further hurting you, so for that and a thousand other reasons, I apologise.”

He began to tell me how it all went down. I can confidently say that it was the worst moment of my life. He told me how he had mol*sted my friends before some dude called Landon, killed the rest.

What was even more painful was watching him paint himself as a ‘victim’. He went to lie about being forced to do everything he did. He claimed that he hadn't been himself since it all happened. What a joke he was?

Who, in the history of this goddamn planet, has been f*rced to r*pe someone? Even less believable, f*rcing a vampire?

He hasn't been himself? Well, that's really convenient because my friends, courtesy of the vamp community, couldn't be themselves since they were dead.

“I am very sorry and I know you can't forgive me . . .but I hope there's a way I can, I don't know, atone for all the pain I have brought to you and God-knows-who.”

I stood, wiping my tears away. “There is a way.”

He nodded sharply. “Tell me anything, I'll do it.”

I brought out the dagger from inside my jacket and I unsheathed it.

“This here is a weapon made by ancient witches, the same witches that made vampires thousands of years ago.” I took three long strides towards him. “Allow me to end you, and you would have taken a step in making up for it all.”

“Killing me, if that dagger does what you say it does, will not bring them back, it's sad but that is the truth.”

“Of course it won't, but it's something. Eight lives were wasted—”

“Landon is the one whom you should kill, I was f*rced to do this.”

I shook my head in annoyance. “This Landon wasn't the one who r*ped men—straight men—and a nineteen-year-old girl. You did all that, you are a monster too.”

Slowly, he walked towards me. When he got to where I stood, he stared at me directly into my eyes and began crying.

“I'm sorry, I never meant to—”

Before he could utter one more word, I plunged the dagger into his chest. I took out and stabbed him five more times.

In whispers, I said, “Now you look sorry.”