Green Eyes That See Red (NEW! UPDATING WHEN I CAN - 2019)

Plan B and Shelley's shot

By morning me and had Roman naturally awoke really early and had both decided to head to the steel mill to see if Chassuer still had Peter there. Before we could, Olivia stood in front of the door blocking us abruptly, informing us that Chassuer was dead and Peter was resting in Shelley's room as Shelley was at Letha's. We were both shocked at the sudden news but relieved we both now knew hat Peter was safe and recovering. We both headed upstairs to Shelley's room and saw Peter lying naked on a bed, the sheets hanging over the edge of the bed. Peter had a few cuts and bruises but nothing too serious. Roman was quick to pull the sheets back over Peter's naked form so he was decent. We both crouched down to try to wake Peter by lightly shaking his arm. It seemed to work and Peter jumped slightly, springing up to a sitting position, eyes wide with far and confusion.

"Hey, hey, hey! You're ok, you're ok. Do you remember anything from last night?"
Roman asked trying to calm Peter down. Peter looked at the wall in thought for a few seconds before running a hand through his ragged hair.
"Yeah, yeah but I was shot... fucking Chassuer."
He looked confused once more till Roman informed him on what had happened.
"Why would your fucking mother help me? She fucking hated Gypsies man."
Peter spoke furrowing his brows in confusion.
"Look, I don't know ok? But you're safe. Chassuer's out of our hair so now we can find the fucking Vargulf without anymore distractions."
Roman spoke rather impatiently, standing up now as I promptly joined him.
"Yeah. Ok, yeah you're right. Let me get dressed and I'll meet you guys downstairs. We'll decide what to do from there."
Peter said running his eyes tiredly. We both nodded, Roman took my hand and we headed downstairs, surprised by an unexpected Letha looking father worried with dark circles round her eyes.
"Where's Peter?"
She spoke without her usual smile, this was quiet and blunt as her ice blue eyes locked with Roman's.
"He's ok, he's in Shelley's room getting dressed."
Roman said, looking concerned for his cousin with her messy blonde hair that was usually so perfect.

After Peter and Letha had made up, Shelley came home with Olivia. Oh shit. Roman and me were sat in the living room with a glass of whiskey each whilst Peter and Letha had gone out. I immediately tensed but Olivia barely acknowledged us and simply said hello before heading upstairs.
"Hey, I uh, I should probably head home now too, we'll re-think the plan tomorrow ok?"
I smiled unsurely at Roman, now worried even more for Letha as she'd gotten much bigger because of the baby who's father we still didn't know. Roman frowned at me, turning on the sofa to make direct eye contact with me.
"Why?"
I sarcastically laughed.
"Roman, I've been gone two days and mum has no idea where I am. She always tracks my destination so I should leave before she fucking calls the cops or something."
Roman still frowned but but his lip looking away, nodding slowly. I leant across to kiss his cheek, feeling his carved cheekbones beneath his soft skin.
"I'll see you at school."
I said before getting up, suddenly being pulled back to the sofa as Roman grabbed my face and kissed me, slow and passionately at the same time, it made my heart flutter as if it were the first time and I loved it just as much. He pulled away and locked his eyes with mine before letting go of my hands and giving me faint smile.
"Ok, I'll see you tomorrow."
I smirked before heading out, pausing at the door frame of the living room looking back at Roman watching me with his drink from the coach.
"I love you Roman."
I smiled straight at him. He looked a little surprised, as if just because he was in a bit of a mood I wouldn't say it today. His face lit up before he replied proudly,
"I love you too Naomi. Drive safe baby."
My heart flipped once more.
"Always."
Then I blew him a kiss before dashing out the door before Olivia could catch me.

The next day I met Peter and Roman once more in the same spot for lunch. We decided to go with the same plan only a little different, Peter would be used as live bait, it took a lot of persuading for us  to agree. The Vargulf would then go for Peter and Roman would use the axe his mother gifted him to kill the beast. It was the night of the plan, we were getting ready when Roman's phone rang twice till he eventually answered.
"Ok we'll be right there."
Roman spoke worried and sternly as he hung up and turned to me and Peter.
"It's Letha."
He barely got out before Peter spoke paranoid,
"Is she ok? Where the fuck is she?"
Roman grabbed his car keys before gesturing fir us to follow him out to his car.
"Christina Wendells at her house and she's acting weird or something."
Roman said unsurely. We got in and drive to Letha's. I remembered hearing of Christina. She was younger than us, friends with the Sworn twins, daughters of Sheriff Tom Sworn. She'd found one of the victim's bodies in the woods and it had traumatised her so bad, she was medicated and in a ward. Apparently she was now out? Something here didn't feel right.

Once we'd arrived we took Christina and Letha with us in the car to the hardware store and Peter and Roman went in to buy some supplies for our plan, leaving me, Christina and Letha in the car together. I was so mad at Christina, warning Letha almost like a threat that the Vargulf would be after her next. After 10 mins or so, Roman and Peter got back in the car but I couldn't help but say what was on my mind. How dare Christina threaten Letha like that, and her unborn child. Suddenly I felt my body turn to face Christina on the other side of Letha as I felt my glare forming on my face, Christina's cocky expression faltering slightly.
"You. You're a fucking bitch, showing up the way you did, threatening Letha like that."
Christina was pressing herself into the door to be as far from me as she could without leaving the car. Roman had turned round in his seat and put his hand on my thigh to calm me.
"I'm not one for cat fights but I swear, if we weren't in this car, I'd kick your fucking-"
I began before Peter attempted to stop me before I did something possibly stupid.
"Hey, hey. How bout we sit quiet till we get there huh? Ten more minutes."
He winked at me before turning back round along with Roman as we drove away to the abandoned church.

"I kissed you once."
Christina said to Peter as we were in the church. Peter glared at her as he stepped closer to her. She ended up admitting she was the Vargulf. I felt myself burn with rage as my eyes shot daggers at her. We all exchanged looks, we knew what to do. Christina had to die. Peter told Christina he didn't hate her, but did what he had to do, tying the wire round her neck like a noose. Suddenly she began transforming into wolf form and Peter had to put bacon grease on his face from the jar so he was bait, standing opposite her, fear being shown in his eyes and also strength. Roman held Letha as she began yelling for Peter. I stood beside Roman as we waited. Peter's face was being bitten off before we knew it and my eyes filled to the brim with tears as I turned to Roman, grasping his free hand in mine as he looked at me just as worried, his other arm right round Letha as she screamed and wept on Roman's shoulder. Before we knew it, it was heading toward us growling.
"Stay with Letha."
Roman spoke sternly to me, looking me right in he eyes before grabbing his axe and heading straight towards the Vargulf.
"Come here! Come here you little bitch!"
Roman crouched over slightly walking directly towards it as its eyes gleamed like aggressive headlights. I bit my lip so hard I could taste blood as I tried my hardest to restrain Letha.

"Close your eyes. Just close them tight."
I spoke softly to Letha, stroking hair out of her face to try my best to comfort her. Suddenly it leapt on top of Roman, he fell to the ground in his back, wrestling using his axe, using it to push the Vargulf off of him. As it was about to bite Roman, it was pulled back and a crunch was heard as it's neck was broken and it was placed to the floor, revealing 7ft Shelley. Letha opened her eyes and I finally released her and ran to Shelley, engulfing her in a tight hug to which she returned. I rubbed her bandages hands as Roman walked towards her almost as if he was in a trance, in pure shock. His face looked so shocked and grateful at the same time. Shelley had saved us. Before he could say anything to her or hug her, two loud gunshots were heard as blood splattered onto Roman's face and the side of mine as our eyes widened, Letha screamed and yelled Roman's name. Shelley had been shot twice through the back. Sheriff Sworn was behind us with a gun pointed at us.

Immediately Shelley was quick to sprint out, limping at the same time. Sheriff Sworn went to run out after her when Roman and me ran out first, yelling to Shelley in the distance,
"Shelley!"
Before Sherriff Sworn could run after her again, Roman turned to him and grabbed him by the shoulders to stop him, looking into his eyes to convulse him,
"Please, don't hurt her."
Roman pleaded, it was something I'd never seen him do. Sheriff Sworn stood confused on the spot as Roman sprinted around the graveyard yelling for Shelley. I felt tears spill over my eyelids as I watched helplessly at Roman's long legs running all over the place in utter distress and panic. It was truly heartbreaking.