Annabel was barely lucid when she felt a hand pull at the ropes around her wrist, about to untie it, but the scream she heard afterward woke her right up.
She looked down and saw Sierra on the floor, a knife in her back. "You did see, didn't you?" He asked the witch dying out on the floor in front of Annabel. "Where is she?!" he screamed.
Sierra stared at him, then at Annabel, and whispered, "Invidia." Annabel watched in horror as she began to asphyxiate as a result of her own spell.
Elias kicked her dead body in anger and Annabel just looked back at him, waiting for what he was going to do next.
He bent down and pulled the knife out of the witch's back. "Where is she," he tried again, pressing the end of the knife against her throat. "Annabel, I will kill you right now."
Pain coursed through her body; her head was pounding; her body was aching; her eyes were dry; her throat was burning. And yet she couldn't stop herself. Annabel gave him a little smile and said, "You're never gonna find her, Elias. If you wanna kill me, you go right ahead. But just know, I will have won. You will never find my mother," her last words were just croaks, the last of her energy drained into her taunts.
She saw him jolt forward slightly, and then fall sideways to the floor, Marcel behind him with his heart in his hands. But she didn't even have any strength left to smile. "Oh, honey, I can't let you outta my sight for a second, can I?" he asked. A scoff of amusement came out, but her face was frighteningly unmoving. He bit into his wrist, holding it against her mouth. "Come on, Belle, you gotta drink," he said. After a few seconds, her lips finally parted, and with as much effort as she could exert, she swallowed the blood trickling into her mouth.
He untied the ropes and was about to pick her up, when she said, in a barely audible voice, "My necklace." By the time he had found it and came back she was unconscious, slouched over in the chair.
He put the pendant necklace around her burned neck, knowing it would at least help the pain a little, and picked up her limp body. Her body groaned in pain; nearly every inch of her exposed skin had wolfsbane burns.
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Alex nearly cried just seeing her sister's charred body in Marcel's arms. She would've thought Annabel was dead if she hadn't heard her heart pounding. "Oh my God..."
Marcel placed her down in her bed as Diego, who stood by Alex a foot or two away, said, "What the hell happened, Marcel?"
"Her father," he said, though any human wouldn't be able to hear him with how softly he was speaking. He was afraid if he spoke any louder he'd let the tears come through. "He was trying to find Malika's body."
"My mom?" Alex asked. "He wanted to find where she was buried? Why?"
He shook his head, vaguely having an idea but not having the strength to explain it just then. "Come on," he told her, gesturing to the door.
Alex followed him out and, as they walked downstairs and into the living room, she asked, "Wait, where is she buried?"
"I don't know," he said as they got to the living room and sat down. "She used to be in Lafayette– Bella had her moved."
"Why?"
He sighed, saying, "She said something to me about talking to some witches in France or something. They warned her about this exact thing happening. And since everyone knew where your mom was buried, she had her moved."
"And she didn't tell you where?"
He shook his head, "The only other person who knows is dead, so..."
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Fanfictie[book two] It had been just over ten years since Annabel called New Orleans home. Back then, her naivety kept her safe, clueless as to all the violence going on around her. But things had changed since then. She had changed. After graduation, Annabe...
