Final Chapter and epilogue...Thanks ever so much for being on this journey with me...well Annette, Seb, Livvy, Angus and I...shall start writing the sequel as soon as I can...which means after I'm through with University Life and Forbidden Love as I don't want to rush it and end up writing utter drivel! :)
Hope you love this last chapter!! xoxo
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CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Marcus smiled to himself as he crushed the phone with the palm of his hands. He looked at the drugged girl on the bed and let out a little laugh. It seemed Malachi was dead then. Ah well. He had intended to kill him anyway. Did the little thug actually think that he, Marcus, an elder, was going to share his money with a nobody? He gave another laugh and sat down by the unconscious body.
He stroked her hair and let out a little sigh. Such a waste of a useful person to the clan. When he had seen her in action he had known that she was going to be an asset to the vampires and their city. And he had been alright with that. Then he had caught Malachi skulking off from Sebastian's quarters and forced him to tell him what he had been doing there under threat of reporting him. When he had heard the impossible news about what Annette's blood could do, he had been astounded. Then ecstatic. Lately he had been thinking of ways to leave the clan and move somewhere far away with enough money to live like he was accustomed to. As an elder of the city he did not need to work as Sebastian had always provided them with money. But he was a lazy individual, this he was very aware of, and he had never saved any money. Now, he wanted to retire from the monotonous life of pretending to care about the vampires' problems; giving advice to other elders and Sebastian; having to attend boring meetings...they all bored him. But he had not been able to break free as Sebastian was his only means of income.
Well not anymore, he smiled to himself. He had found vampires that were willing to pay billions of pounds, dollars and euros, from all over the world, just for some litres of Annette's blood. They had found doctors that could reproduce the synthetic form of her blood once drained and this could keep them in strength for the rest of eternity.
He smiled to himself again. He did not necessarily have to drain her of course. Just a litre or two and the doctors would have their blood to experiment on. But he did not want to tempt fate and leave her alive in the belief that in her weakened state she would be incapable of hurting him. No. He was not going to take that chance. He was going to kill her then disappear. And it was clear that Sebastian would be too crushed to do anything as revenge was not going to bring back his one true love. So he was safe in that aspect.
He smiled to himself again and flipped his phone open, 'This is Marcus, just to inform you that...oomph!' He jerked and the phone landed on the floor. He whirled round in surprise and saw a female human raise a baseball bat aiming for his head again. He grabbed the bat and flung it away. The woman gasped and tried to run for the door but he held unto her arm and threw her on the bed next to the still body of Annette.
This must be the roommate that the men he had sent before had spoken about. The one who had been with the werewolf.
'Ah, stupid of me to forget that Annette had a roommate. Olivia, I presume?' He asked.
'Fuck off you hideous creature. I've got my crucifix on so you can't be spell me.' Olivia hissed at him with eyes narrowed in anger.
Marcus laughed out loud at this, 'Do you think to scare me with you little gold chain? My dear girl, some of us were created when your Jesus was a little boy. Why would you think to threaten me with a boy we all saw grow up?' He shook his head as he looked at his phone.
'Oh dear, you made me hang up on a very important person. Lucky for you I'm in a good mood or else you would be punished for such impudence. You know what; I still think you should be punished.'
He bent towards her and grabbed her hair, raising her off the bed in one move.
She shrieked in pain and struggled, her hands flailing uselessly as she tried to pry his hands off her hair. He laughed again at her struggles and carelessly slapped her with his other hand.
The sound rang out loudly in the room and she hung to one side limply, the slap knocking her unconscious.
'Humans.' He tutted to himself and dumped her unceremoniously on the ground. He looked at his watch and saw that it was nearly sunrise.
'Time to pick up my parcel and flee the nest,' He chuckled out loud to himself.
He bent to pick her up and suddenly gave his own shriek of pain in a very high falsetto.
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Annette bent the vampire's fingers backwards, smiling grimly to herself as they broke with satisfying crunches.
He howled in a girly voice and sprang backwards cradling his fingers to his chest. She leapt up with a grace that she did not know she possessed and stalked him to the corner of the room.
'You clearly haven't watched too many horror movies.' She said softly as she picked him up until his feet were dangling off the floor then smashed his head against the wall, ignoring the loud crack as the wall caved in slightly.
'Because if you had, you woulda realised that it's so, so stupid to keep on talking and smiling to yourself instead of doing what you came here to do.'
She twisted his arm high up and whirled him round before picking and throwing him across the room and watching him land on the dresser at the far side of the room.
She walked towards him, talking as she did so, 'That was a helluva drug you injected in me. Funny you didn't think to pump me up some more, or did you think I wouldn't recover quickly?'
She grabbed him by the hair, grabbed his phone as well and dragged him to the kitchen window to stare at the sun. 'Now look closely at the rising sun. You probably haven't admired its beauty in a long while, have ya? Well look at it and see how wonderfully it casts gorgeous red and orange lights everywhere.'
Marcus struggled violently but it was all in vain. She was too strong for him. She looked at him with something akin to distaste then shook him a bit, making his head flop from side to side, 'Stop fidgeting and look.'
Marcus knew that it was all over. There was nothing he could do. He was definitely going to die. He shrugged and looked with calmness at the sun. If he was going to die, then he was going to die respectfully.
Annette seemed to feel his acquiescence and she nodded to herself. Made her job easier anyhow. She had been in that state of in-between – not yet asleep but not awake and she had seen a shadow by her head. She had looked up and seen the vampire she remembered Sebastian referring to as Marcus and had tried to grab his hand but he had been too fast for her and had stabbed her neck with something that caused her limbs to become heavy. She had not fallen unconscious, but she had been too sluggish to move and then she had heard what Marcus said to Sebastian on the phone. At that point, she had grown so angry that she had practically pushed the effects of the drug out of her system and had, almost suddenly, felt it wearing off rapidly. She had remained in her position as she did not want Marcus to be aware of her awakened and strengthened state. When Olivia had rushed in, she had almost screamed at her to get out. Then Marcus had slapped her so hard that she saw Olivia's body spin with the force of it and she had had to clench her jaw to suppress the scream of anguish that had threatened to tear out of her body. As she remembered her unconscious best friend she shook in fury and smashed Marcus' head against the nearby wall.
Marcus' eyes rolled in his head as he fought nausea. He had never thought for a second, that he, an elder, would be beaten to the point of fighting off unconsciousness. He dimly remembered how Annette had fought at Sebastian's home and cursed himself for underestimating her. This was his reward.
Annette raised him up and shook him like a rag doll. 'How could you hit her so hard? How could you? Was it fucking necessary?'
'Apologising would be futile, would it not?' He shrugged and Annette let out a little growl and punched him full in the face, hearing his nose snap. That sound seemed to release whatever control she had over her anger and she dropped him on the floor, crouched astride him and proceeded to punch the living daylights out of his face.
She suddenly felt herself being lifted off him and placed in other hands. She let out a yowl of anger and turned on the other person, eyes shining silver and heard, as if from a faraway land, a voice saying, 'Hey, calm down. Calm down, it's okay.'
She shook her head as her anger cleared a bit and saw that she was in the arms of one of the twins. The other twin was staring at her uneasily as if afraid to touch her. She looked back and saw that Sebastian was holding an unrecognisable Marcus. His face looked like it was a bag of raw meat; no feature was exactly discernable.
