Undead

Chapter 8

Author's Note: Hey people. I know. I'm an asshap but pleeeeease forgive me. I know how we Wattpaders hate authors that never complete their stories but Undead isn't over I promise. Also check out my other novel I Fell In Love With A Fag. As from now onwards I swear I'll be updating both stories regularly. Here's chap 8. Enjoy.

I'm in Zach's wig wam again. Freya and Snow are also with us. My limbs feel like lead.

"She's awake" I hear Zach inform the others.

"How do you feel?" Freya asks, taking control immediately. I can only nod. I feel horrible. Each time I move my head everything goes fuzzy and my eyes have to refocus again plus I have the most awful bitter taste in my mouth. Suddenly, everything comes back. Zach must have carried me back here after I blacked out. I killed Carlisle and I feel no remorse. Snow is asking me something.

"Zach told us everything. How did you do that? You haven't even started training yet."

"She didn't." Freya deadpans. "Her emotions did. The fear and anger she felt towards the Undead and the need to protect herself and Zach were what killed him. She gave in to those feelings. More like the adrenaline got to her a little." She adds. It was true. I don't remember what I did to Carlisle, but, I do remember being afraid and not wanting to get hurt, and then I was done with it and I was happy.

So chapter 8 is a little bit short but chapter 9 will follow shortly. I promise. Vote, fan comment and all that. Luh you.
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