Forbidden Truth

Chapter 36

Chapter 36

*** Two Months Later***

The loud bang of the loft door opening woke me up. I didn't bother to move, I knew it was the same damn person who had been my only form of somewhat normal human interaction for the past two months.

"Poor, broken Eva. The girl who went a little crazy after being continuously tormented by visions of her dead father, her cousin was killed and her boyfriend was kidnapped." Peter narrated my life. Yes, believe it or not the person I hate most was the only one I had talked to since I recovered from a supposedly fatal wound. "Go away." I mumbled. However, I never wanted to talk to him. I wanted to be left alone. I always wanted to be left alone now a days.

"If I leave you alone, who's will help you?" He asked. As if he actually cared. I didn't answer him. "Once your little high school friends find out about what you've been doing they'll turn their backs on you." He continued. I didn't say anything. Mostly because I knew he was right. If Chris found out, retired hunter or not, he'd have no choice but to kill me.

"You got in a few hours ago didn't you?" I didn't answer. He already knew the answer. He could tell by the smell. "You weren't gone as long this time." This past time had been my shortest trip. I didn't say anything at first. "It didn't take me long to find him." I whispered. This time was easier. He was big and powerful but he was new. He didn't know how to use his power yet.

"Show me." Peter said. I didn't move. I didn't want to show him. I didn't want to show anyone. Why did he want to see anyway? For confirmation? As if he needed any. "Show me your face." He said the sentence slowly. I brought my knees closer to my chest as if I could curl up into a ball and completely disappear. "Show me your face, Eva!" He yelled at me. A tear slipped out from my eye. He wasn't going to leave me alone. "Show me!" He yelled. I sat up and turned around abruptly. His expression became rigid and he took a step back.

I had blood smeared all over my body. Dried blood covered my face, neck, back, feet, arms, hands, legs, etc. Dried blood was crammed under my fingernails and toenails. The sheets were blood stained, my hair was disheveled and caked with mud and blood. My clothes were torn and cover in dirt and blood. But that wasn't the scariest thing about me. My eyes wouldn't go back to their natural brown. My eyes burned cold steel blue with hot red flecks singed into my irises.

I got out of the bed and stormed past Peter. Apparently I got a little to close for comfort and he backed away as I walked past him. "How many?" He asked. I stopped but didn't turn around. Peter knew exactly how many times I had left but he didn't know how many I had killed. "Seven." I whispered. I immediately hated myself for allowing so much vulnerability to creep into my voice.

Peter was right. I had gone completely crazy. This was more than I had bargained for when I had thrown myself over the edge of my breaking point. I had shamelessly massacred seven alphas over the corse of two months. But unlike the first time, I was having so much more fun. Unfortunately, it all came with consequences. My visions were more frequent and extremely painful. Like rolling in the floor, screaming, begging for death painful. My blood lust was crazy high. As in I tore open a rabbit for the heck of it once. And I was suddenly getting erratic mood swings.

"I could tell, you know." Peter said walking toward. I could almost hear satisfaction in his voice. "Tell what?" I demanded angrily as I spun around. Great yet another mood swing episode. "That the blood lust was coming back. I could tell before even you realized it." He said almost cocky. "You know, with all that blood on your hands, it'll never go away. The lust for blood will aways come back. And it will stronger every time." He was circling me. By doing this he was making me angrier and angrier.

"You want to know what I think?" He asked. I raised an eyebrow. "Not really but I'm sure your going to tell me anyway." I said smartly. He glared at me for a few seconds. "I think that you don't actually want to find Derek. You don't want him to come back because when he does you'll have to quit cold turkey. Because as much as Derek loves you be won't let you keep killing people." Peter said. Rage welled up inside me. I turned toward him and stormed at him.

"You don't know-" I was cut by my roar of pain as I felt like a truck hit me. I grabbed my head with both hands and fell to my knees.

Derek was in a tight space. He had a rope of wolvesbane wrapped around him. Kate walked through tunnels. Loud music blared.

My roar turned into a scream as I writhed in pain on the ground. I felt like someone had started a fire inside my skull and was pounding inside my head with a hammer.

Smoke filled the hallway. Multicolored lights shone all over the room. Bones clanked together. A girl with glowing blue eyes growled. Derek came into my head again.

I squeezed my head between my hands as I screamed. I just wanted the pain to stop. And then it did. The pain was gone. My head was tingling with numbness. My eyes had stopped glowing and I was relieved.

I stood up and looked at Peter. By now he was so used to me stopping mid-sentence to lay on the floor and scream for a little while that he didn't even bother to ask me if I was okay anymore. I let the vision soak in for a little bit and I was shocked at what I had discovered.

"I know where Derek is." I said out loud. Peter looked at me anxiously. "If I knew yelling at you would help find him I would have done it two months ago." His voice was laced with so much sass that I wanted to bang his head against the floor over and over again but I didn't. Regrettably.

Peter just stared at me. "Well, aren't you going to go find him?" He asked. I glared at him. I could tell he wanted to be right about me not wanting to find Derek but he wasn't. I loved Derek and I wanted him back. Peter knew nothing.

"I have to talk to Deaton." I said as I began to walk toward the door. Peter cleared his throat and I stopped and turned to face him, aggravated. "Do I have to remind you that you're covered in someone else's blood? He asked. I looked down. I hadn't had a bath since I killed the last alpha. I looked up and him and walked toward the bathroom. "I have to talk to Deaton after I get a shower." I restated. As much as I hate Peter I'm really glad he pointed that out to me.

"When you find Derek are you going to tell him about the-" I spun around and shot him a look that would have dropped a heard of elephants if looks could kill. He cut himself off. As much as he loved to torment me, he knew I was unpredictable and extremely lethal. "He doesn't need to know. He doesn't need to know about that, the killing, my eyes, any of it. And he won't." I threatened.