(Sarah's POV) Chapter 30 - Cooking

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Hi guys! I'd like to say thank you for reading my book. I have almost 800 reads and I'm #283 for vampire books. I know that's not awesome compared to others, but it is to me. And I know that you want me to shut up and continue the story, but I wanted to say thanks for even taking a second glance at my book. Chapter 30!!! Can't wait, hope you enjoy.

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We finally got our plan set, and we're ready for action. It turns out all I have to do is stab her. It will only temporary kill her. Jack will finish her off by hanging her and then burning her body. It turns out humans did get close to knowing how to kill witches. They just never did both, just one or the other.

I slowly walking into the living room. I hear this soft voice singing. Jackson told me to ignore anything she says. Which I'll gladly do.

My hands begin shake at the thought of staging someone. I take a deep breath, and tell myself that this is for Zaviors protection, that I'm not some raving bitch.

I finally get to the edge of the entrance to the living room. When I see Scarlet holding a doll singing, I hesitate. Apparently that was a wrong move, because next thong I know I'm being thrown back. When I look up, Scarlet is in the same exact spot, only now the creepy doll is on the floor.

I run over and quickly stab anywhere I can, surprising her.

"You witch." She hisses.

"I'm not the real witch here." I say calmly, although I'm nothing near.

Her eyes widen in surprise, but she quickly covers it with rage.

It turns out I didn't stab her good enough, because I end up flying again, but this time I lose the knife. I start to panicking and hunt down the knife.

I finally see under the table, which all the way across the room. Passed Scarlet.

"How dare you try and kill me! You should be bowing down to me! A powerful witch like me should never be treated like this!" She yells in outrage.

"Oh, I'm not trying to kill you. I will kill you." I conform.

She laughs, like one of those really evil and creepy laughs. It sends shivers throughout my body.

"Bitch." She screeches at me.

"Witch!" I yell back.

She charges at me. I run toward the knife, making her hit the wall that I was once standing in front of. I'd laugh if I didn't have a chance to die.

Right when I I picked up the knife, I hear her charge at me again. I quickly swing the knife at her and I hit her right in the eye. Before she can do anything, I pull the knife out. I end up with blood all over me. With out another thought I stab her again, this time closer to the heart.

"This...is...no..not...the.. Last-t-t .. Of me." She states.

I let go of the knife, letting her fall back lifelessly.

"It actually is." I say, getting the last word.

A few seconds of my shock mode, Jackson walks in.

"I got it from here." He says.

"Everything set?" I question.

He simply nods and pick up Scarlet's dead body.

"Everything will be fine." He says

Nothing will be fine. This is just another step. And there's about a million more steps to go. I already feel broken down, how will I go by farther.

The smell of blood reeks throughout the room. I start wiping my face off with my sleeve. I feel like puking my guts out. I haven't had anything to eat since this morning, but what ever I have in my stomach is starting to crawl back up.

Before anything does come up, I see the doll in the corner and my curiosity gets to me again. It has some blood on it, but it's still clear on who it looks like. Zavior. This girl... Witch is crazy on so many levels.

I throw the doll behind the couch, completely freaked out. What would she have done if we haven't killed her. I hope Jack kills her quick.

Lost in thought I didn't see Zavior or Alex walk into the living room.

"What the hell happen?!" Zavior question. I flinch at his tone and wonder if she really is dead yet.

"Sarah are you alright?" He ask, confirming that she's dead. He didn't care about how I was under her spell.

"What's that cooking?" Alex wonders aloud.

"Scarlet." I mumble.

"What?" Zavior ask, stating he didn't hear me.

"I'll explain later." I say barely above a whisper.

I walk out numbly, not knowing what else to do. I really wonder if this is how zombies feel without the craving for blood. I wonder of zombies are real.

Once I walk outside Jack is waiting. Zavior and Alex walk behind me like confused pups.

"What's going on Sarah?" He questions again. "Sarah?" I calls when I don't answer.

"I said I'll answer later." I say again, a bit rudely if you ask me, but I'm too zoned out to really care.

Hurt covers his face and it seems to not go away.

Jack picks me up, which males Zavior angry.

"Let's go." Jack says.

They all nod. Confessed and unsure of anything. I'm just glad they didn't care to ask about Scarlet. I'm so glad I don't have to see her face ever again.

"I'm free." We hear right before we leave, already knowing who it is. "The bitch is dead. Woo hoo!!!" She finishes with a cheer.

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