:Chapter 15:

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:Isabella:

All of these ideas and hypothesis were flying through my head, sending my thoughts into a whirlwind of a mess. "Isabella, would you like some of the chicken?" Rodney asked snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked up confused on why he was asking me on chicken.

"Why are we having chicken?" I asked completely and utterly confused. "We're eating dinner." Lucas whispered jabbing my foot with his boot clad foot. I winced before glaring at him. "What kind is it?" I asked tilting my head to the side. "Garlic chicken." Rodney said motioning to the little boneless wings on the mahogany dinner.

"Yes." I said attempting to play it cool as if I did not forget that we were having dinner. Dalton was staring at me concerned. Rodney then grabbed my plate and surprisingly didn't pile it up with chicken like I thought he would. "Lasagna?" Rodney asked as he neared the plate of lasagna. I nodded. I loved my lasagna.

Rodney then scooped a large section from it and dumped it on my plate. Then he passed the plate to me. "Thank you." I said quietly as I took the food and grabbed the fork and began digging into the chicken.

Everyone ate in silence. No one dared to even attempt to break the silence. At times like this silence is golden. Then I speak. "Is no one the least bit concerned that there is a cannibalistic killer on the loose, that can literally just get in here and then kill us all." I said making a bunch of hand motions.

Everyone stared at me as if I had killed all of their bestfriends. I broke the silence and confronted the problem that was going on. "I'm very concerned." Lucas said raising his hand. "Good, at least you have emotions and fears." I said staring at all the supernatural at the table.

Lucas and I were the only humans sitting here at this table. They could all literally ambush us and kill us before we could blink but we're not whining about that. "Every single one of you are not human, Lucas and I are human, you have advantages that we don't." I said as I began wondering into unknown land.

"Isabella does have a point, if the killer did come here, we have better chances of survival then them." Angel said coming to life next to Nico. Orchid nodded agreeing with her. Alana seemed to be in a daze right now but mustered a I agree. "Now, I am going to the forest with Noah and Dalton to look for clues in a few days, you can come with us or stay here." I said staring into their eyes.

"I'll go with you." Enyr said staring at me. "I remember Uncle Storm talking about a creature with these methods, I just don't remember what it is called." Enyr said giving me a sheepish smile. "Well if Storm magically wakes up soon, we know what it is and then we find it's weakness and kill it." I said clenching my fists.

My family heirloom ring came into my view. It was a black ring with a royal blue sapphire in it with silver diamonds surrounding it. The sapphire had an engraved knights helmet in it. Engraved in it was CK. I know K stands for Knight but had no idea what the C stands for.

I never asked Mom or Dad this since I took it from their mutilated bodies when they died. I'm not sure who it was to go to, but I'm not asking my brothers because my luck it would suppose to be one of theirs. I couldn't give it up, I was so used to it being on my middle finger. So I'm hoping that the ring was for the youngest of the Knights.

Rory nodded as he looked at all of us. "Mom has a hidden underground place full of ancient books, flowers, and a safe. We can go check it out to see if anything can help." Rory suggested as he looked at me. I nodded. "If there happens to be tea leaves, bring it up. For some reason I am in the mood for tea." I said out of nowhere.

They gave me strange looks but nodded. 'Maybe they'll have that tea on that strange show you watch with the wolfmen, banshees, werecoyotes, and kitsune girl.' 'Shut up! And it's called Teen Wolf, and I like it.' Satan laughed before going back to annoying Death. How did I know that? Well around dinner time Satan enjoys pestering Death about his cupcakes.

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