Desiree The Half Elf Princess Warrior: Keeper of the Rune

OUT OF THE FRYING PAN AND INTO THE FIRE

CHAPTER NINETEEN

     "Where's that soul eater of a boyfriend of yours, dearie? Oh yes, I remember, now. His face made contact with the floor back there. He'll be out for hours," Isabella smirked. "Lucky for him, huh?" 

     Desiree felt like a trapped mouse. With Anthony at the present time, out of commission, it just left her all alone against Isabella and the insatiable werewolf. Not exactly the odds she preferred to be in. Still, what does Isabella mean by soul eater? she thought. Desiree feared the answer would go unanswered.

    Without batting an eye, Isabella added.  "And I take it from you being alive that you didn't accept my tasty gift. It's a shame, really. To tell you the truth, as surprising at it may sound, I am more disappointed. You could've avoided all of this if you had simply ate the apple like you was supposed to." 

    The apple that the older woman was referring to Desiree had kept it on her person at all times, as if it reminded her of her previous run-in with the female killer. On second thought, she would rather hadn't decided to keep it at all.   

     Desiree spoke with an detached tone. "Sorry to disappoint you. I wish to live." 

      Again, the werewolf growled at the teenager, who covered up her ears.

      Isabella chuckled at the teenager's reaction to the demonic man-beast. "Please forgive me. Where are my manners? You and my hairy associate haven't been properly introduced yet. Well, to tell you the truth, you two have already had the pleasure of meeting, just not this way." 

     The creature's eyes regarded Desiree as if she was a piece of meat, which made her flinch. 

     Despite her fear of the homicidal werewolf, Desiree's mind raced, thinking of all the people she knew that the creature could be. However, her mind drew a blank. Who was Isabella talking about? she thought. 

     Then again, the only thing that mattered to Desiree was the fact that she was on the verge of losing her life. 

     "Still, no guesses? Very well. Let me introduce to you, The two of you haven't been properly introduced yet. Well, not in this form anyways. This creature, well, to tell you the truth, young lady has already had the pleasure of meeting you. Say hello to your executioner, Kyle Quartermaine. I wager you didn't see that coming, did ya, dearie?" 

     Desiree's oval-shaped, emerald-green eyes went wide at Isabella's stunning revelation of the identity of the werewolf. She couldn't take it in. It couldn't be possible.

     Of all people, Desiree couldn't wrap her embattled mind around the fact that the beast was Kyle all along. It was merely several minutes ago he should had been dead, because of him meddling with the fuse box, resulting in he getting fried for his efforts. What was he doing associating himself with a killer, she thought. 

     Isabella gave her a belly laugh.

     "K-K-Kyle. It's... it's me: Desiree. You remember me, don't you? We go to the same school. If you can hear me give me a sign."

     "He can hear you alright. But unfortunately for you he's not your friend. Kyle works for me. To him, your nothing more than his next meal."

     "You're a murderer," Desiree accused her. "You killed the guidance counselor. What did she ever do to you?"

     Isabella was playing with her fingernails like she was bored with the conversation. "Oh, dearie. It's nothing really. She just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. And it appears that you're in the same boat as she was. You know where I'm going with this, right, dearie,"