130. HELLHOUND AT YOUR DOOR

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Chapter one hundred and thirty

"Hellhound at your door." 





It was morning, as Beatrix was in the passenger seat, Bonnie was driving as Beatrix watched her zone out as she then took a deep breath "you saw them didn't you?" Beatrix asked her, as Bonnie looked to her "Damon wants to use Josie and Sabrina to break the spell on the armory." she shared, and when she did, Beatrix furrowed her brows "Beatrix, they're scared. And they should be. The urges are getting stronger." Bonnie shared, as Beatrix looked to the back at Matt who was tied up "I can feel it taking over. I don't wanna hurt them." Bonnie shared, sounding in pain.

"Then untie me. Let me help you, okay? I can stop you." Matt shared "I know in my heart that I should. Sorry, Matt." Bonnie shared, as Beatrix took a deep breath "then this is where we part ways." she shared, waving her hand, Matt got untied as Beatrix reached to the door, opening it and rolling out "Beatrix!" Bonnie voiced, looking out but as she did, Beatrix wasn't in the road "where the hell did she got?" Matt asked, as Bonnie's eyes went wide, she looked back at the road and continuing to drive, and as she did, Matt climbed into the front, shutting the passenger door as they continued down the road.

Meanwhile, Beatrix reappeared on the front porch of her house, as she walked up to the door, she didn't put her hand on the door handle but instead knocked and as she did, the front door soon opened and Alaric was standing there "Beatrix, oh my god." he said, stepping out and pulling her into a hug, Beatrix hugged him back and when she did, she heard a growl behind her as she turned around, looking behind her but as she did, she did didn't see anything which scared her even more because a part of her deep down knew what this meant "Beatrix, hey." Alaric told her.

As Beatrix looked back at him "Caroline told me what happened that you were with Bonnie?" Alaric asked "it's.." Beatrix told him "daddy who's at the door!" Josie called out "just come..come in." Alaric told her, moving her inside, he shut the door behind her, as Beatrix walked to the kitchen, Josie and Sabrina looked at her with wide eyes "mommy!" they voiced, running over to her, they put their arms around her, as Beatrix bent down hugging them both "hi.." she told them, closing her eyes, feeling like this was gonna be the last time she held them like this.

The girls then pulled away "Sabrina had three cookies, and I only had two." Josie shared "oh really?" Beatrix asked, looking to Sabrina with raised brows "two and a half." Sabrina told her "of course." Beatrix told her "we missed you, mommy." Josie told her "I missed you guys, too. But um, mommy needs to talk to daddy alone for a minute, okay?" Beatrix asked "is everything okay, mommy?" Sabrina asked her, as Beatrix forced a smile "everything's just fine." she shared, as Josie and Sabrina walked away going back to the table.

Beatrix looked at them, but then turned around walking off, Alaric turned following her back toward's the front door and as he did, he noticed Beatrix looking through the window "okay, what is going on?" he asked her, as Beatrix turned walking upstairs, Alaric followed her and when he did, Beatrix walked into his bedroom and as she did, she walked up to the window looking out it, she ran her hand through her hair, as Alaric walked in shutting the door behind them "why you keeping looking out the window, Beatrix?" he asked.

As Beatrix turned to him "because there's..there's something out there. And you can't see it but I..I didn't know it was following me until I got here when I heard it growl on the porch.." she shared, as Alaric walked up to her, putting his hands on her shoulders "Beatrix, what are you talking about?" he asked her "a hell hound. A hell hound is coming for me which means I'm..I'm out of time." Beatrix shared, chuckling to cover up how her voice broke but it didn't "and I knew..I knew when I my hands glowed like an angels that it was only a matter of time.." she shared.

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