Chapter 3, Katherine Welts

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Katherine welts

 

I fall against the wall in tears as I look and the dead and living wolves in front of me.

How could I do this? How could I kill a living being? How am I going to live with myself? Since when do werewolves exist? Oh my god my whole life has been a lie!!

I watch as the midnight black wolf gets up and stalks into the bathroom. He come out as a human but with a towel wrapped around his waist. He then goes into a drawer, grabs a pair of shorts and returns to the washroom. He come out wearing the basketball shorts.

"I want to go home." I whisper.

" uh… look," he said while rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "we uh.. need to talk. I’ll take you to my place and explain everything. If you still want to go home you can."

I nod then follow him to his huge truck. As soon as im in front of it I realise im to short to reach the step to get in.

Way to go shorty. I thought to myself. Curse my short genes.

"umm I cant get in." I tell him awkwardly. "why not?" he said without glancing at me.

"im too short." Now he looks towards me and immediately starts to laugh.

" wow red, I didn’t think you were that short." He teases. I don’t laugh but I smile a little bit, but I didn’t laugh. Who would laugh after killing someone? Oh right. A psychopath probably would.

Damon helps me into the truck then starts to drive. Then a question hits me.

"who is going to move the body?" I ask worriedly. I cant believe I forgot about the body!!! I would be an awful murderer.

"calm down red. I took care of it." He said calmly before turning his attention back on the road. Now he would make a great killer. Wait is he… no it couldn’t be… but it makes perfect sense…

"OH MY GOSH!!!!! PLEASE DON’T KILL ME!!! I’LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT!! OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD !! YOU’RE TAKING ME TO THE PLACE YOU’RE GOING TO KILL ME AT! RIGHT? RIGHT? YOU HAVE NO SOUL! OK! IF YOU KILL ME AT LEAST TELL MY BROTHER AND MOTHER I LOVE THEM!" I shout. He pulls over on the side of the road. I go to scream again but he quickly puts his hand over my mouth. His hand smelt like cinnamon for some reason. How odd. Im snapped back to reality when he starts speaking.

"I would never hurt you, red. I mean never. Now shut up and enjoy the ride." He said calmly. I nod. After he takes his hand off my mouth I mumble an apology. I lean my head against the cool window. I feel myself drifting off into the world of dreams.

 

3o minutes later

" psst. Red. You need to wake up. We’re here." A soft voice rang in my ears. All I did was grumble incoherent words. He chuckled.

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