O2L Adopted A WEREWOLF?

Chapter Six: The Count

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Recap

And walk downstairs. In the kitchen, I see Ricky and Jc.
"Hey Opal." they all say in sync.
"Whoa. Ok. What's for breakfast?"
"Sausage and eggs. Andrea made them. She's in the living room with Kian right now." Jc says, handing me a plate.
"Cool. Did Trevor come back yet?"
"Trevor?" Ricky asks.
"Yea."
"No. He never came back. We don't know where he is...." Jc says, sadly.
The front door opens. "I'm right here." A ragged voice comes from outside the door.
I turn around and gasp. It was Trevor. But he was a wreck. His clothes were all ripped and dirty. There were cuts and bruises all over him.
"Oh my god...."
Then through the window, I swear I saw a shape watching us.
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Opal POV.

Just before Trevor collapsed, I quickly reached out and grabbed his arm to support him. Jc and Ricky helped me carry Trevor to his room, and placed him on his bed. He was out cold.

"We should bring him to the hospital." Ricky says before taking out his phone.

"No!" I suddenly shout.

"Why, he obviously need to get to a hospital." Ricky protested.

"Um.. The scratches aren't that deep and the bruises are not that bad, I'm sure he'll wake up in about 15 minutes or so..." God, I'm such a bad liar.

"Really Opal? He's been seriously hurt. And you want to wait?!"

"I'm just saying to wait. Go protest somewhere else. I'm going to clean him up. " I say before heading to the bathroom to get a wet towel.

"But-" Ricky was cut off by Jc. "Let the girl help him. We'll give them 15 minutes, then we're going to the hospital." Jc gave me a look before dragging Ricky out of the room.

I opened the cabinet of his bathroom and took out a small towel. As I was wetting the towel, I noticed the bottle of Almagic out of the corner of my eye. It was placed on the ground next to the shower, with the shower curtain barely covering it. So that's where it was. I turned of the sink and reached out to grab the bottle. It was one made by Caroline. No shit I didn't notice it. Caroline is a witch, most famous for her potions. Her Almagic bottles are known for the minimum errors of disguising the scent of a supernatural. But she adds an extra part to each one. She has the bottle magically hide every time it's used and only the owner somehow knows where it is. It's really good magic, really.

I set the bottle down and returned back to Trevor. I slowly removed his shirt... well, what was left of it. There was a big cut down the front of his chest. It looked like a claw had inflicted it. I'll ask him later. It had dirt and other stuff on it. I cringed. I carefully wiped off the dirt and the other stuff and got the ointment from the bathroom and carefully applied it. I did the same with the cuts on his legs and back. I left his boxers on and used his blanket to cover the rest of him. It was quick, I think there was about another 3 minutes. Then Trevor stirred. He slowly opened his eyes and I called Ricky and Jc. They came running into the room.

"What?! What happened?! Is everything okay?!" Ricky was freaking out. Oops maybe I was a bit too 'urgent'?

"Trevor's awake." Jc pointed out.

Then Trevor yelped and jumped off the bed, groaning. "Why the hell am I naked?!"

"I had to clean up all your cuts. Can you tell us what happened?"

"I'm fine-"

"Yeah right. You're totally okay. With all your cuts and bruises, you're totally okay." Ricky scoffed, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

"Really, I'm fine just get me good and let me rest I'll tell you after I eat."He said, before Ricky and Jc went down the stairs to make food.

"You too." He said, referring to me.

"What happened? What's with that claw mark on your chest?"

"I never asked you to meddle in my business. Go away." he said, climbing back into his bed.

"I just want to know."

"Fine! I was attacked by a count that I owe a debt to. Now go, please." he said annoyingly, shooing me away.

"Oh, a vampire. But what about the claw mark."

"He had a werewolf as well. That's all I'll tell you now go away."

I stood up and walked out the door, closing the door behind me. I walked to my room, not before stopping before Jc's room. He was in there, yelling.

"-THE HELL. YOU IDIOT, WHY WOULD YOU LET HIM SEE THAT?!?! MY GOD, NATASHA. HOW CAN YOU LET HIM KNOW THA-wait.." Then Jc, opened the door and I ran like hell. Literally as if, the hands of satan were after me. I zoomed into my room and plopped down on the bed. Opened my laptop, quickly going onto Tumblr.

"Opal, hi." Jc said, peeking into my room.

"Yea? Hiii...." Just soo not suspicious.

"Did you possibly hear like. Anything?"

"N-noooo.... Yeah, nothing."

"Okay. Just making sure." He said before walking away.

I closed my laptop and rolled over. Letting everything sink in. The dark shape from the window. Trevor getting attacked by the count... and Jc yelling at a person named, Natasha... and then making sure that I didn't hear anything. Why can't anyone tell me what's going on...

Unknown POV. (remember this guy? Yup.)

I watched Opal through her window. She knew. I sped away from her window, and into the dark part of the forest. I went down the shaft that made the entrance to my 'basement', where my two captives were kept.

"P-ple-ease-e. Jus-t do-on-'t." a shaky voice came from the limp figure that was chained to the wall.

"Please what, my dear Brooke. Can't bear the pain coming from your mate?" I pointed towards the ratted body at the corner, unconscious by this morning's blow to the head. "I've gotten both of you. All that's left is your daughter. Just wait. Soon, she'll be right beside you. I just need to find her mate. Then have someone close to her. Break her. But as you know, everything comes with a price. You'll be going with my spy, shortly."

Yes, I am the Count.

I am Count Acheron. The most feared vampire in the world.