The Uninvited Guest

Emily's POV

I grumbled as we waited patiently sitting on one of the chairs in the living room.

"Just hold on!" My mom scolded me. "He said he has something to show the pack. Be patient!"

"Great." I muttered. "Just when I thought this hell of a party was over."

My dad gave me a warning look and returned his gaze to the Alpha who waited patiently for something… unknown to everyone.

"Oh, it's here!" Dexter said aloud as we heard the door leading to the other sections of the mansion open.

   Everyone's gaze was fixed on the passageway leading to the stairs, waiting in excitement to see what our Alpha had to present. 

    And when I was beginning to think that our Alpha's surprise was a flop, I saw the hugest scare of my life.

The whole hall fell into chaos as most people screamed and yelled in fear while others like myself stood speechless and motionless.

It was a man. A man whose reputation spoke for itself. It was the legendary Alpha Blade, known in Haven as The Ripper.

"Hello." He said as he waved at the horrified crowd, then his deadly gaze fell on our Alpha. "Hi Dex, I hope you're having a good party."

From the look on Dexter's face, I knew something really bad was going to happen. Dexter stood motionless as he stared viciously at The Ripper. "What are you doing here?" He finally found his voice to ask.

The Ripper smiled. "I know I was meant to remain locked up in my room like we had planned earlier but then I was also supposed to be given my elixir, wasn't I?"

Dexter's countenance changed and a look of guilt crossed his face.

"I know you all are confused." The Ripper said to the crowd. "But the truth is, your Alpha and I made a deal and he broke it. Now, there are going to be a few consequences."

Almost everyone in the room was trembling  while others where too frightened to move an inch.

He walked down the long golden stairs slowly and confidently. With each step he took, my heart jumped.

As he came down the stairs successfully, he walked to Dexter and whispered into his ear, smiling widely.

Then, he withdrew from Dexter and passed through the crowd who had unconsciously made way for him to the door.

As he passed, I could see some ladies with teary eyes, holding their purses tightly, while men were posing the fiercest face they could afford.

After he had walked past where I stood, I shut my eyes and heaved in a sigh of relief. Then, my eyes opened themselves immediately I heard Sandra's scream.

The first thing I noticed was the excruciating pain in my leg as Sandra's painted nails clung into my leg as she held on tight to me with her eyes screaming terror.

Then my eyes followed hers' and immediately i wished I could have screamed like Sandra.

He had stopped at my front and was looking directly at me.

My heart jumped and then stopped beating entirely. At that point, I thought I was going to drop dead on the marble floor, but I didn't. Instead I looked into his cold intense dark eyes and In seconds, I was lost in them.

Even as I watched Dexter walk up to him, saying words in annoyance and then I watched the old maid run to the ripper, and fall on her knees, pleading, i still didn't move an inch.

The whole room began to whirl around and soon I lost awareness of time and place.

Then I was shook out of my reverie by my mother's hurtful slap which made my cheek grow sore.

She pulled me violently as she followed after my father out of the entrance door.

I could see Janet and Sandra running ahead of us and also the whole pack was running helter skelter into their vehicles and others who didn't have, took to their heels.

Despite the whole confusion, I managed to look back and from afar, I saw the Ripper holding Dexter by the throat.

And that was the last thing I saw as my mother pushed me into the limousine and ordered the driver to move as fast as he could.

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TWO DAYS LATER

My mother had requested that I stayed indoors for a while to recover from that night's trauma, but instead of sleeping and resting, I had spent the past two days browsing and researching everything I could get on The Ripper.

According to what I had seen online, he had attended Haven's highschool and had gotten very high grades and had been the best student for three years. Although there were some records of truancy in his senior year, most teachers had still given good reviews of him.

He had later attended New-Yawk University, where he had studied law. He dropped out of school after two years and… that was it. No record again about Blade John Ferguson.

But for the Ripper, I saw a lot more, especially in Haven's news media.

All the news I saw were from six years ago, about the psychopath on loose who had allegedly shown cannibalism by sucking dry a human and had also been accused of burning down his home, killing his parents in the process.

From then, he had been termed The Dead Man on Loose by the humans in town but to the werewolves, we knew him as the Ripper.

I shut my laptop quickly as my room door opened. Luckily, it was Sandra and not my mum.

"Thank God you're awake." She said, as she hurried over to my bed after shutting the door.

"Is Janet at home?" I asked.

"No." She replied,

"What about mom and Dad?" I questioned further.

"They went over to the pack house for reasons I don't know nor care of." She replied, impatiently. "So, what new thing do we have on him?" She asked, excitedly.

"Well, I just found out that he had attended Haven High, and had gotten very high grades that year."

"Higher than Alpha Dexter?" Sandra asked.

"Well, Dexter's two years older than Blade, but Blade was three classes ahead of him. According to my researches, Blade got into NYU at age fifteen."

"Really! Is that even possible?" Sandra squealed in excitement, making me uncertain about who was more weird, Sandra or me.

"But he dropped out after two years." I said.

"Why?" She asked.

I shrugged my shoulder. "I guess to start his pack. I once overheard mother say that the evil Ripper was no longer Haven's business but New-Yawk's as he had started a deadly pack there."

"That's so cool." Sandra said, already in awe of him. "Dangerous but cool." She added.

She was right. Blade's history was somehow cool, except…

"Is that all?" She asked, snapping her fingers at my face. "Is that all you saw about him."

"Well… Nothing else." I said, unsure of why I wanted to keep the whole killing of parents thing out of the picture. "That's all I saw about Blade."

"Okay." She said, rising up from my bed. "Let me go to my room and daydream about the dangerous but cool Ripper. If you find something else, call me!"

As she was about leaving, I called her back.

"What? Did you remember something else?" She asked.

I swallowed in my spit, then shook my head as I thought against telling her about the murder. Somehow, I was more comfortable with her thinking Blade was cool.  "His middle name's John." I said at last.

"Blade John Ferguson!" Sandra squealed in excitement as she shut my door and ran downstairs.

A broad smile appeared on my face as I went over the history of Blade or rather The Ripper. As I thought about him, my mind wondered back to the silhouette of a man I had seen at the fountain.

Had that been the Ripper?

"Cool and Dangerous indeed." I whispered to myself as I turned over to face the setting sun.