𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕶𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 - 𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖔 𝕸𝖆𝖑𝖋𝖔𝖞.

Chapter 37 - Three down, two to go.

A/N: Warning!

Barty's death is written more explicitly than the other murders I've written, so this is a quick warning.

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Emerlyn wasn't one of the merciful ones. 

Before, Barty could comprehend his given instruction. I raised my tone, furiousness, and violence flowing in my voice.

"Pick.that.up" I demanded, gritting my teeth. "and stab yourself!"

He impulsively gripped the dagger and spiked himself. The sharpness of the dagger pounding violently into the depths of his arm. His tears invited affliction. The edges of my lips curled into a sly smirk.

It was their misery and pain that pleased me greatly.

"Do it again," I commanded.

Barty unwillingly wrenched the cool-red colored dagger out of his flesh, with shrieks and screams exiting his lips. He repeated his action, but it wasn't violent enough for me. 

There was a blanket of nothing but thin, red blood covering Barty's stabbed arm and hand.

I took a step closer, clutching the dagger inside of him; painfully clasping out the dagger inside him and with the force, I had stored inside me, I smashed the dagger inside of his chest, with a jerk of blood flooding out in a jump. 

"That bitch deserved it!"

Those words thrived me to murder Barty in an extremely painful way. 

The dagger was already deep inside his flesh, he was still alive, breathing, and moving. I covered his mouth forcefully and twisted the dagger already inside him. His body showed suffering in nothing but agony.

I didn't stop this time.

An evil sinister monster inside me, that had cried for justice for years controlled me. Pulled and pushed the dagger in and out, finally murdering him with a slash on his throat. His body was quiet, still almost like a pale statue. 

I was soaked in blood. 

I remembered there was a sink located somewhere in the cottage and went on a search looking for the yellowish sink, till I found it. I washed the blood off, ripped the cloak off, destroyed the dagger, and returned to my original place.

The wedding.

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"Where the bloody hell were you, Emerlyn!" Draco's hands clapped against my shoulder, while Kiaran and Pansy revealed themselves behind me.

"I spotted someone suspicious, and began investigating it but I was wrong." I thought of the quickest lie I possibly could've.

My own lies stung me back with guilt. 

"Barty's gone missing." Draco swallowed a rough lump in his throat. 

"I'm afraid it's too late, sir.." commented Kiaran.

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There was a mob of people all gathered around the specific cottage, I had murdered Barty inside. No one had managed to break inside, and immediately Kiaran and Pansy began to separate the people away from the cottage. 

The Manor my parents were killed in wasn't much far from here either, and if Draco was able to get his hands on the Manor. There was a high chance, I would become a suspect.