~BOOK 3/PART TWO~ Paranormal: A Vampire's Time Is Now (Multi-Bandom FanFic)

Chapter 11

After the run-in with Halsey, Kenya came across the part of the territory that housed all of the pack's prisoners who weren't bad enough to be locked away in a dungeon for the rest of their lives, but weren't good enough to live freely like anyone else.

She slowed her jog down and began wandering through the area, coming across the house that belonged to Brendon. The door was left wide open, the lock destroyed from being kicked in. She raised an eyebrow and ventured into the residence, pushing the door farther in and sniffing twice, searching for the wizard's scent that had implanted itself in her memory. However, the scent was very faint, and belonged only to his clothing and the furniture he'd sat on countless times before. Instead, there was another, stronger scent - the scent was putrid, deathlike.

Kenya's eyebrows furrowed together in confusion as she began to follow the new scent, traveling upstairs and stopping at the top of the staircase, looking left and right before seeing that only one of the doors was open, light spilling out into the hallway.

She was reluctant and somewhat afraid of what she would find down there as she cautiously walked down the hall. She came across the room and peered in, the sight absolutely terrifying. Lying on the floor, in a puddle of his own blood, was her Alpha. His head was cocked to the side and his dead gaze was locked at her bottom legs. The lycan rushed in and collapsed to her knees, picking the corpse up in her arms and holding it close to her chest, tears flooding her eyes.

That's when Kenya heard footsteps walking on the wooden boards of the house floor. Kenya snapped her head in the direction of the incoming and very much so unwanted visitor. Anthony was more than just her Alpha, he was a friend. She'd known his family for years, and she was sad to see him so cold and lifeless. The footsteps came closer and Kenya looked up to see Bruno as he carefully rounded a corner and spotted his mate.

Bruno ran towards the two and got down on his knees. "What happened?" He asked as he carefully touched Anthony's face and felt the chill from his skin.

"He was stabbed," Kenya responded with a numbness in her voice, "I thought he left." Kenya hiccuped while staring down at her old friend. "I thought he was fine."

Bruno just hung his head, not knowing what to say. Kenya lifted a hand to wipe the falling tears before picking Anthony up and starting to walk out of the house. Bruno stared at the dried pool of blood that outlined the spot where his alpha was positioned, but then knew he needed to go after his mourning mate. So the beta, well now acting alpha, charged after the lycan heading towards the pack house.

"What are you doing?" He questioned, Kenya kept walking, looking out into space.

"I'm going to go bury my friend, and then I'm going to send this demon back to hell." Her eyes glowed like a blazing fire.

"It's not the demon's fault. It's whoever killed him," Bruno argued.

"No, this started with the demon." Bruno could see that Kenya was too furious to think rationally. "He ordered this, and even if I catch the real killer, that demon won't stop until we're all dead."

"Kenya..."

She spun around abruptly and met Bruno's gaze with daggers. "Don't 'Kenya...' me, Bruno. He killed our Alpha; now I'm going to kill him...well, send him back where he came from since he's already technically dead."

"But what about Rachael?" He cried out, forgetting about the spell and the purpose of it. He clasped his hands over his mouth, his eyes growing wide.

"Why does everyone keep bringing her up!?" Kenya asked angrily, "It's like everyone else knows who she is but me." Kenya ranted while stepping over branches and roots popping out of the soil, unaware of how upset she was becoming.

When the pair arrived at the pack house, she went around to the back, grabbing a shovel from a shed. She tossed it to her mate and they trudged to the grave sight used for pack membership. When they arrived and Kenya picked out a nice clean plot for her former Alpha, she laid the man down and snatched the shovel from Bruno, stabbing it into the ground.

Bruno heaved a sigh and covered his face with his hand, battling with himself on whether he should confess to what he'd done and to what he'd made happen. He swallowed the lump in his throat and scratched the back of his head, watching as Kenya started to dig out the hole. "Kenya, there...there's something you should know."

She remained silent, almost as if she was ignoring him.

"I...we...there's a reason you don't know who Rachael is. And that reason is...because I...we...we made you forget who she was." The Lycan continued digging the grave, not listening to what her mate was saying. "She's just caused so much trouble for you, Kenya; we thought that maybe if we made you forget about her, that things would get better. But...it's only made things worse."

Kenya was in a haze of anger and kept taking her frustration, her anger, and her blind hate out on the dirt.

"Kenya, are you listening to me?" Bruno snapped. She didn't answer, so he reached out and touched his mate.  She violently turned her head and faced her mate; her eyes were now burning brighter than a bonfire and tears continued to stream down her thinned cheeks.

"What?" She growled, "What is more important than burying our friend?"

"Nothing, never mind," He murmured, tilting his head down, "It's not important. Carry on."

Kenya grunted and returned to her labor. She was burying a friend, something she hadn't done in years because she didn't have real friends, or any that she remembered, and now one of the very few people that she cared for was being placed into a hole. It took her another fifteen minutes of shoveling to reach the desired depth for the grave, Kenya reached up when the time came and pulled Anthony down into his new resting place. She climbed out and looked down at the man.

She recalled the first time she met Anthony as a baby, getting to see him grow up, and the day she saw him take over the pack. It was like he was her baby brother. He was always aiding her in whatever she needed, and in return he gained Kenya's loyalty and friendship. But now that was all being washed away by the droplets starting to fall.

The she wolf felt herself becoming weak, but she was determined to finish the job she started. She cut the mound of dirt with the shoveling tool and began packing dirt on top of Anthony. Little by little his face disappeared, his charisma began to blow away, and his power abandoned him as well. The single droplets brought a storm in just a few minutes afterwards, and the soil was forming into mud as Kenya allowed another grouping of dirt to finish the grave she prepared.

When it was all finished, Kenya bent down on one knee and touched the dampened soil, whispering, "Goodbye."