The Witch 🐺 {Under-Edit)

Chapter Thirty-Three: No Mercy

My eyes began to flutter open, I was still dazed and groggy from what just happened. It was still night so I must have not been out for long. I blinked a few times to get the blurriness from my eyes. I was still in the huge open field, but Allison and the rest were gone. 

I can not believe I was just tranquillised but because I'm a vampire the dart didn't have a full effect on me as the healing process was doing it's work. I sigh and turn my head to look around the open field, to find no sign of anyone, but I scrunch my hands from the grass, but I felt something in my left. I picked the object from the floor and turned my hand over to reveal my necklace. How the hell did it get under my hand? But I didn't ponder the question, as I placed it around my neck and stood to my feet.

I wobbled slightly as the effects of the dart still lingered in my system, but I kept up right. Soon enough the drug would be out of my system. 

Before I could take a step, my phone began to beep as I was receiving messages. I zip the pocket of my leather red jacket down, and pulled my phone out, to see it lit up with twenty messages off of Scott, asking me where I was, and so on. But one said that Jackson was dead and to call him asap. Jackson is dead? That can't be right, how the hell did he die? I suppose I'll find out... However, the recent message said that he was at the hospital and to meet him there...

Here we go again, saving the mortals from supernatural creatures. I must attract the supernatural... But I smile to myself as this was my life... I push off from my legs and went into vampire speed, heading to the hospital.

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Within no time, I came to a stop in the hospital car park, as I brush my dress down, as I began to walk and didn't look up. Just then, I hit into someone, making me look up to see the back head of Scott who had just dropped a body bag on the floor. 

"Scott?!" I state thrilled to see him. I look pass him to the floor to see the body bag. "And a body bag?" I presume that Jackson was inside of it. But before he could speak, head lights pierced from behind me, making me spin around and place a hand over my eyes to see. The lights to the car had cut off, and stepped out Chris Argent, alone.

"You're alone," Scott states to Chris, as I moved to stand beside Scott. Though I haven't forgotten what happened awhile ago...

"More than you know," he replied in a deep manly tone, as I screw my eyebrows in confusion. 

"What do you want?" Scott states, wanting to get straight to the point.

Chris draws a big breath, and let's us know it. "We don't have much in common, Scott," he began as his eyes flickered up from the ground to Scott. "But at the moment, we have a common enemy,"

"That's why I'm trying to get him out of here," Scott states, but Chris wasn't referring to Jackson, he was on about his Father. 

"I don't think he means Jackson," I pipped up as my eyes flicked from the body bag to Chris, as he nodded his head at me, confirming it. 

"Gerard has twisted his way into Allison's head. In the same way he did with Kate. And I'm losing her," Chris states, and his Fatherly love began to show, he didn't want his only child to become a murder. "And I know you're losing her too,"

"You're right," Scott states, looking to Chris. Scott took a breath through his nostrils. "So can you trust me to fix this?" Chris took a moment to think, but I already knew he made up his mind. He gave Scott a small nod. "Then can you let us go?"

Chris took a glance to the right to look at the car they were going to use. "No," he states expressionless. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Scott look confuse for a moment. "My car's faster," and with that said, Scott had picked up the body bag containing Jackson and put him in the back as Chris held it open. Then we all pilled into the car and Chris went on, as the squealing of the tires had hit my ears...