Wilt and Wither

Chapter 22

"So where are we going?" Everything would be closed now. The way days were getting shorter freaked everyone out. In a few hours darkness would cover the town. It was only three in the afternoon.

He pulls up to a clearing thankfully not covered by filth. "How did you find this?"

He opens my door helping me out. "I figure a park on the opposite side of town that hasn't become rot would be best." We walk down to the clearing. "That was nice of you, Rory I mean." He smiles. "She looked like she was the happiest girl in the world."

"Second happiest." He spreads out a blanket opening the basket he brought giving me a wine glass. I sit down which takes me a minute. How did girls wear these things? I tried to sit like a lady then remembered...I'm not a lady.

I sit indian style on the blanket straight up not giving a damn. Jackson smirks. "Nice." He laughs. He pours me a glass of wine and I tip it back.

"So what are we going to do about tonight?" I almost spit out my wine. I didn't even think he remembered tonight was the fateful day.

"We aren't doing a thing."

"His features grow dark. "Were you seriously going to do this alone. After everything."

"Jackson-"

"Lucy come on are you serious I thought we were in this together!"

"You can't turn Jackson. This is bigger than all of us. I am going to go and fight this woman with everything I have but I can't risk you turning. You just don't understand what you will do."

"Explain it to me I mean all you do is talk about how awful I will be without telling me your experience with it."

"You want to know. Okay" I set down my wine glass. "First hunter I saw year 1272 AD okay, he had already turned. There was a mass murder in the area I had learned of it I went there six thousand and twenty seven supernaturals were killed. The whole town of them. He severed my spine the only reason I even killed him was Landon was with me. I blasted him with my power and Landon cut his head off just to make sure.

"Next hunter was about 1436 I think his name is Gilles de Rais who you may have heard about. He murdered about two hundred children, what they don't put in the history books was they were all supernaturals. Although he was easy to kill it doesn't make the blood thirst he had any more brutal or those children any less dead.

"Next I've sure you've heard of Elizabeth Bathory now she was truly special she was the first woman I'd encountered she was more controlled. Her blood thirst had more control as in she stalked them. She wasn't any less vicious. You've heard the stories I'm sure. I ripped her limb from limb after seeing the terrible tragic mess she left. She killed about 650 girls.

"The next and last one was in 1898. I had just started talking to Landon again. This one cornered me I hadn't even known one was in the area. He for a nice change ripped me limb from literal limb. My arm on the right, my left arm from the elbow down which," I scoff. "You think hitting your funny bone hurts and my leg on the right from the knee down were gone. I had little blood left in me if any at all. I was dying my body couldn't heal fast enough. I begged him to rip out my heart ending my misery.

"Landon killed that one with Jon Snow," He looked at me confused. "My dagger...obviously he wasn't named that back then. Landon had to sew my limbs back and give me a healthy amount of blood which I puked up mostly. It took me four months almost to recuperate. My right arm still hurts from that. Nothing like a pissed off ex to take care of you either. He was less than doting I'll tell you."

"Alright alright I get it."

"Jackson I don't want you to become any of that. It scares the hell out of me. I honestly don't think I'd have the strength to kill you if that were to happen, and that, that scares me more." I go to continue the sun interrupts me rudely disappearing. "What the hell is going on?" A hum fills my blood it's low barely there but it's there all the same. That flight instinct screaming at me. "We need to get out of here now." I say and stand up slowly. Thankfully Jackson follows me.

A crack of lightening makes me jump the night falls upon us in full darkness I search around and Jackson is gone. "Jackson!" I scream. No no no I had time dammit!

"Where did you take him, what are you doing?" I feel the air behind me crackle. The charge is strong. I turn back to her now dressed in a black flowing gown that looks like it's made of air. It swirls like a tornado shielding her face.

"You really thought you could pull a fast one on me. I don't need your blood I need your soul and the only way that will happen is if you're dead. I can see everything that goes on in that pretty little head on yours. Cloaking him? Please I'm not stupid. " She disappears as the sky lights back up.

I run towards Jackson's truck whipping out my phone and dial Cole. Rory answers which irritates me for stupid reasons. "Where's Cole." I say sharply.

"Uh underneath me." She giggles. I was so not in the mood.

"Put him on now!" I growl.

"Okay grouch."

"This better be good."

"Some undead bitch just took Jackson." I was a mess I needed to calm down.

"What? What the hell happened you've been gone for an hour?"

"Oh we were having a wonderful time which should have been my first clue. She said call Landon and he will tell me."

"She said to call Landon and you call me?" Yeah I don't know why my first thought was to call Cole.

"I'm coming back to the house get Daniel and Rory and any weapons you can find in my room. If it looks sharp and deadly grab it."

"Rory? Why Rory."

"Because Rory is a mermaid, an immortal and a badass killing machine and because I said so dammit!" I hung up the phone and took three deep breaths. The rest of the town was blanketed in fog and darkness and it was barely five.

Just freaking peachy

I drove towards the mansion and dialed Landon on the way. Freaking voice mail. "Landon so help me god you better get your ass to the house or I will raise Elizabeth and torture her freaking corpse in front of you."

Tears stung my eyes, this was not happening. Why would Landon want me dead? I was no good to him dead. I couldn't raise Elizabeth dead.

A nasty thought popped into my head

But the demon bitch might.

He was so stupid! Demons don't do something for nothing. I thought for a moment. She was getting something. That something  was my death!  He traded my life for Elizabeth's.

That hurts like a blow to the boob.

I pulled up ten minutes later after cursing and yelling in the truck. I thanked my stars that no one else was around I probably looked crazy.

I felt slightly deranged.

I noticed a familiar Jeep in the driveway my fingers iched towards Jon. I leapt out of his truck not even sure I put it in park before I turned it off. "Landon you mother fu-"

"-Lucy I can explain."

Grabbing the dagger I flung it at his chest just barely missing his heart and causing him to crumple on the ground. I walk towards him and pressed my heal on the hilt. "Start explaining or I will be driving this knife a few centimeters to the left." Or right? I was so bad at directions.