AT YOUR MERCY

39. Revenge Is Best Served By Surprise

Slowly I turned my body, and was met with a tall woman with bright blonde hair. A slender cloak covered her body. Her face was goregous, but the sinister look she gave me, provided a gut-feeling i couldn't ignore.

I quickly reached for the pocketbook as she slowly approached me.

"I can see him in you." She said in a loud voice. "It disgusts me." She spat the last part out as she stalked towards me. I stumbled as the delicate pages were stuck together.

"Apparently I should have been paying attention to other than your little puppy's thoughts." She had a develish smile. "I have been playing the poor fools, it was quite fun i have to say. Giving the sorcerer fake predictions, leaving untrue clues. And had you not just shown up, I would have been able execute my full plan."

I fumbled with the book as I stumbled backwards. Her movements were calculated and sure. It almost looked as if she was floating towards me. My heartbeat was going crazy as I desperately seperated the pages of the pocketbook, only to realize it was the wrong end of the book I was struggeling with.

"You see, I have had this plan all along. To finally take my revenge. My mate put aside all the rules of the supernatural world, by contributing to your excistence. And I had just the curse to do it. You see I could make little David forget all about you, with just a lock of his hair and a snap of my fingers, your last 8 days of life would have been pure agony. Knowing he didn't even care for you anymore..." Her smile was wide as ever as she let out a vicious laugh.

Finally I got the book open, and looked at the page in front of me.

Page six only had a single word that I did not understand.

"Munin!" I shrieked.

"Say it." He said calmly from his position on my shoulder.

I looked back at the word. Fuck I should have looked in the book before...

"For.. No.. Förla... Fuck..." I took a deep breath and suddenly a different energy came to the surface in my mind.

Malin were just a few metres from me.

I straightened my back and looked at rhe word again.

"Förlamning!" I finally yelled. The book shook and got buring warm in my hand, making me drop id.

As if a switch had been flipped, Malin stopped dead in her tracks. She sunk down like a ragdoll and stayed down.

"Vad fan har du gjort!" Her voice was loud and scared as she laid there unmoving.

"Munin, what did I do?!" I asked him panicked.

"Nothing she hasn't done to you." He said back to me.

I felt my breath hitch as i sunk to my knees. My hands grabbed the pocketbook again and put it in the inner pocket of my jacket. I have captured Malin... I have really captured her.

My breathing had just returned to normal when I heard loud footsteps approach. Munin jumped to my other shoulder and nudged my head with his own, before leaping of off me.

"ELINOR!" A voice I had been so accustomed to hearing inside my head, was suddenly here. In real life. Tears of joy left my eyes, but I dared not turn around.

Suddenly five large men ran past me, to Malin. But all of them stopped dead in their tracks when they saw her lying still.

"Du rör mig inte!" She yelled at them.

They looked at eachother in confusion just before I felt two familiar hands grab my upper arms and bring me to a stand from behind.

His arms circled my waist and his face burried in my neck as we all stood in silence.

"About fucking time you helped a little around here Ellie." Stefans voice sounded from behind me. A few seconds later he appeared in front of me. "I swear David has been a useless piece of shit since that day he found you in Copenhage. Good to see at least one of you taking some initiative."

He gave me a small smile and punched David's shoulder before joining the other five men.

"David lad hende få luft." David give her some space. A voice I could not recognice spoke in the language I found myself understanding.

A deep growl emitted from David in response. A man appeared in my vision as I greedily clutched Davids arm, not wanting him to let go.

The man was tall, like everyone else here seemed to be too, he had long hair reaching past his shoulders, a thick beard covered his chin and warm brown eyes looked at me. His resemblance to Stefan was uncanny.

"Good to see you up and well. Not that I am surprised." He smiled gently before joining the rest of the men, who were scratching their necks while pondering what to do.

David gently turned me around in his arms, keeping me flush against him. I burried my nose in his shirt, and shamelessly enjoyed the feeling he gave me.

His hands moved to my hips, before one of them traveled up to my neck.

The seven men walked back towards the canin, one of those I didn't recognise carried a screaming Malin over his shoulder.

David ushered me backwards away from them and the cabin, until at last my back made contact with a treetrunk.

"How on earth did you get here?" He asked in a soft voice as his fingers twirled a lock of my hair.