Survivors

17. I don't trust you

The text in Italic font indicates Flashback.
Also, don't miss the conversation between Hope and Landon, it's not same as legacies.

Enjoy!

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"No, please do not make me do this." Now Almost seven year old Faith begged as the man pushed the knife in her hands. "Do it." He yellled loudly.

Faith shook her head and turned her head to look at her 8 months old half sister. "Please" Faith's voice was painfully slow.

"I cannot kill my sister." She whispered out. Her hands were trembling and thousands of thoughts were rushing in her mind.
"She's so little." Faith croaked out.

"Exactly! And she's human, not a witch which makes her utterly useless unlike her twin brother. So kill her or I will have no choice rather than killing your mother." The same masculine voice said.

Faith shook her head looking down,not looking in the monstrous eyes of the man standing in front of her. The place fell in silence until Faith heard loud wailing of her half brother.

Her head snapped up to look at the horrific scene. Her heart throbbed loudly as she saw the man holding her brother upside down above the fire.

"No!!" She screamed out and could almost feel her throat burning. "You do not have much time left, Faith." The man said lowering the baby towards fire.

Fresh tears rushed out of her eyes and with trembling hands she picked up the knife. Her eyes travelled to her unconscious mother and a sob left her lips. She looked down at her necklace wishing her father would come and help her.

Faith slowly made he way towards the corner of the room where her sister was lying. She kneeled down in front of the baby and traced her fingers on the delicate cheeks. The baby cooed and looked up at Faith with happy eyes.

"Forgive me sister" She managed to say in between the sobs as her hands moved on her own and in no matter of time, the knife was placed on the neck of the baby.

"I love you, Lexa" Faith said before harshly dragging the knife across the baby's neck. The baby's eyes went from happy to void as the blood started flowing down her neck.

Faith stood rooted in her place as she looked at the lifeless body of her sister. She heard someone sigh in satisfaction in another corner of the room. She closed her eyes as she felt a new wave of energy flow through her body. She could feel the fresh anger surging through her veins.

She slowly lifted her head to look at the person who made her do this.Her eyes turned a darker shade of yellow as the man smirked. He got what he wanted.

Faith has triggered her werewolf curse.

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Faith woke up with a jolt. She frantically looked around for something or someone to hold on to. But as always there was no no one, all she could see was darkness. She tried to reach for her necklace on the side table but couldn't. As she was about to slip from her bed, she felt someone holding her face in their hands.

She could hear distant masculine voices whispering something to her but it was all blur. "Father?" She croaked out as she felt warmth engulfing her. She felt the person's body stiffen and realised it wasn't her father.

She pushed the person away as her vision started to become clear. Through blurry eyes she saw polished shoes and end of nicely ironed pants. She realized who was in her room as she backed up in the corner. Her breathing still uneven, as she reached out to the side table and pulled down her necklace keeping it near her heart.