Silver {FIN}

{40} The Dead Has Come Back: Part II

Serge was seriously acting weird. Yesterday was weird for me. He was smiling, laughing, and touching me whenever he could. I wasn't complaining. I was...observing. When I told him good night, he kissed me on my forehead and walked to his room. As I lied down on the bed with Chase, my thoughts were going crazy. Denis, Serge, Wendy, Lupo, Lochlan, Chase, anything popped in my head.

Segre was right about Denis. He cried, snapped, and needed comfort but after he put his arms around me, he was seemed fine. He didn't look damaged or anything. Maybe he was holding his feelings and covered it.

How could Wendy do this to us? I thought she was going to be a normal friend from school who doesn't know about my problem and past. Instead, she was a rogue and helping Lupo. Who would could be helping Lupo? What if it was Clayton or Serge?

I shook that thought out.

Chase wrapped his arms around me, pulling me so he could lay his head on my chest. I sighed slowly and he strried. I looked at Chase and frowned. Chase shouldn't have join the Slayers. He should be sleeping peacefully at home and wake up to see his parents. Not a blank room with an uncomfortable matters. I pulled the covers to stop Chase from shivering and went back to my thinking. Why did it had to be Chase and I? Why did werewolves have to exist? Why did I become a Slayer? That last question starled me. I closed my eyes, sighing through my nose. 

"You know why,"

I snapped my eyes open and turned my head to see Lochlan standing like a statue. I swallowed and turned back to looking at the ceiling. Why did he had to be when I wanted to go to sleep? Please go away. 

"Becoming a Slayer is the most precious thing in your life. It's your only life. Why throw it away?" He asked.

I didn't feel a weight on my chest and I look down to see Chase gone. I threw the blankets over and saw black blood everywhere. I groaned, the aching pain coming. I don't want to see it. I don't want to taste it. The lights turned on and my stomached growled. I held my stomach and let out a shaky breath. Lochaln put his hands on my shoulders, rubbing them slowly and softly. I had the urged to moan from him gentleness. I heard something click and turned my head to see Lochlan smiling, showing shark, long teeth. My eyes shifted and bit my lips, trying to forget the blood. Lochlan opened his mouth and black blood spilled.

"No!" I whimpered.

Lochlan grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me towards his mouth. I put my hands on his chest, trying to push him away but he kept pulling and pulling. When he put my mouth on his, my stomach growled louder and my heart dropped. Oh I need this bad. Lochlan opened his mouth, and I could taste the bittersweet. He grabbed my wrist and dug his nails into them.

I whimpered trying to pull away bu the held an iron grip. As he was kissing me, there was banging on the door. I turned my head and saw Serge and Vincent standing near the door with angry faces. Lochlan grabbed my cheeks so I could look at him.

"WAKE UP!" Lochlan screamed. His bright blue eyes turned black and his tongue stretched out. I screamed and pushed him away. 

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Serge wraped his arms over my shoulder and pulled me towards his shoulder. He shushed me as I cried and screamed. I wanted out. I wanted to stop seeing this. I wanted everything to be back to normal. I wanted to go home. This isn't my home. Serge and the pack isn't my home. My home is with my parents and knocking on Chase's door every day.

"Do you want to talk abot it?" Serge whispered.

Chase, Clayton, and Vincent went out to find more information where Serge stayed and comfort me. I didn't want his comfort, I wanted Chase, but Vincent thought it was easy if I could stay in the cabin and Chase would go out. Also, we're taking turns going out but we aren't going to school for a few days. Clayton tried talking to Chase but Chase would only ignore him and give him a second glance. I knew something was going on, but I had to deal with the war first. I wiped my eyes and sighed annoyingly. I needed to stop crying. It's not going to get me anywhere. 

'Crying is for babies, you're a Slayer, Eddie. You won't become a High Rank Slayer if you keep this up. You'll never be like your dad.' 

I hiccuped and moved my head away from Serge's shoulder. He had a small fake smile on his face and he started rubbing my arms. I tensed but then relaxed. I was still getting used to Serge touching me because I wouldn't let any werewolf touch me.

"Yeah, let's talk," I said.

I cleared my throat and sat up staright. I started with my pills, seeing the black liquid, getting cuts on my lips, my hair messy, and my eyes getting duller, and explained the nightmares about Lochlan. As I was talking, Serge would nod and squeezed my hand, calming me down. I also explained him about Chase's mother and how my dad might be in it, and he looked totally shocked.

"I expect your dad to kill werewolves, not humans," Serge said.

I nodded, "I know, but he said she was a traitor. How could she be a traitor if she doesn't know anything about this."

Serge raised an eyebrow and I wanted to zip my lips and lock it with a key. I guessed he wanted to know about my family and Chase's. I might as well tell because we're working together.

"My dad told me to never tell my mom what we do for a living. If she found out, she'll freak out. Who wants to hear their son and husband slaying werewolves? Plus, there's freaking werewolves!  My dad and Chase's dad worked together since their fathers told them about the Slayers and it moved onto us. But now," I bit my lips. I didn't know what the hell was going on. All of this doesn't make any sense. All of this made my head hurt. Why couldn't someone tell me what was going on so I could deal with it quickly? "What if Chase's mom wasn't human?"

I rolled my eyes and ran a hand through my hair. "This is getting ridiculous, Serg. Chase's mother cannot be supernatural. If she wasn't human, then I don't know what is."

"Serg?" He smirked. I blushed at what I said. I just gave a werewolf a nickname. Damn. "I think you do."

I snorted and he pulled me towards him. He put his nose on my neck and mumbled something.

"What?" I asked. His veins were close to my mouth, pumping and then slowing down. It made my teeth longer. Serge pulled away, looking into my eyes. I opened to say something but he put his finger on my lips. I closed my eyes, hearing his heart beat fasten. I slowly opened my eyes and I knew that they shifted to black. Serge removed his finger on my lips and made a small cut on his neck. My eyes widen and I covered my mouth and nose, the sweet smell filling my nostrils.

"What-what are you doing?" I asked muffled.

"I know you're hungry," he said and pulled me towards his neck. "I'm going to be fine." I moved my hand away from my mouth and nose and licked his blood. I shook my head when Edgar started yelling at me. I couldn't drink his blood. I could possibly kill him. My heart stopped beating. Isn't that what I wanted? To kill Serge because he's a werewolf? To kill him for killing Aria? 

'This is your chance. You don't have to stay with these fools.' 

I moved away, looking into his eyes. They were soft, cozy, natural, and something that I couldn't put my finger on. How could a werewolf want something to drink its blood? Something's really wrong about this picture.

"I promise. I'll be okay and you too," he whispered.

Promise. I tried to deny that he would keep that promise but he made it sound so real, so believeable, so true. 

'Promise? You're gonna take a promise from a pup? You're a disgrace to Slayers.'

For some reason, that didn't hurt me. Maybe I was, maybe I wasn't, but I sure as hell didn't give a fuck. If I wanted to keep his promise, then I'll keep it. I licked Serge's neck again, wiping away his blood, and backed up once again. We stared at each other until the bell rang. I flashed him a smile and he did the same, watching me go to the door. I unlocked the locks and swung the door open. What I saw made my heart jump to my throar, my hands tremble, my head pound.

"Hey little devil," he said, smiling afterwards.

"Granddad?" I asked with disbelief.