“Hey.” Willow glances up to see Marcel, her eyes dropping to the floor as he walks towards her. “I didn’t think she would hurt you. I may be a monster, but I do have some morals.”
“Just the wrong ones apparently, as look, I’m stuck in here, pregnant, with what, one meal a day? Just waiting for you to decide that now is finally the time to kill me.” She wishes they were going to kill her. She knows how it is, Monventla are ruthless, especially at the start.
“I will see to it you get more food, and you won’t be killed, just turned. Turning you will mask most of your magic and make your plan fail so things can go back to how they were.” His hand moves towards her, Willow drawing back. “Do it yourself then, cloth and water is there. I’ll get someone to bring you some food.” Turning he walks out; Willow watching him suspiciously before picking up the cloth and cleaning the blood from her fac
Alaric sits alone, looking around himself miserably. Everyone is avoiding him and he honestly can’t blame them. His head shakes as he feels tears filling his eyes. He can’t do it, and he won’t. The werewolves would hate him. Not only that, but he’d rather die than do it again. He can’t live through losing someone else; it was hard enough the first time, but again?The sound of his phone ringing draws his attention and he picks it up without looking at the screen, holding the phone to his ear.“What?” He doesn’t want to hear it; no doubt it’ll just be another werewolf telling him that he has no choice.“Alaric!” His eyes snap open when he hears Camille’s voice on the other end, a slight bit of hope building within him. Maybe she’s going to help now? “Just letting you know, Willow is dead. They killed her.”Alaric shakes his head. “She’s dead? No, they woul
Alaric, the rules. She is more powerful than before, it needs to be done. Gwenael and Alaric looks towards Azriel as his thought seeps into their minds. Alaric’s head shakes minutely, trying not to make it obvious to Willow.“I can hear you.” Willow turns and looks towards Azriel. Everyone’s eyes snap towards her.How can she hear? Only the wolves should be able to hear! Alaric, do it now, or the pack will. Alaric looks between everyone, his head shaking.“No.” He moves, putting himself between Willow and the wolves. “If she’s different, how do we know she’s like them? If you want her dead, you need to kill me first.” Gwenael stares at him, shocked.Dead you are then. Azriel’s thought comes almost immediatel
Alaric sits, his head shaking as he tries working out what could have happened. Hours pass by as he watches the clock, his head shaking. She needs somewhere to go; she can’t stay outside during the day. Getting up he walks back to where he left her; when he gets to the field he sees her sitting alone.“Stay at the house; I’ll figure out somewhere else to stay. After all, it is your place.”Willow turns and looks at Alaric, her head shaking. “I’m fine. Azalea deserves to be able to stay there still; she won’t be able to if I’m there.”“Azalea is already staying with the witches. I told her she’s safer away from me.” Alaric’s words are flat, emotionless.“You said no matter what happened you wouldn’t do that! Ala
“I’m hungry.” Willow looks at him; she may as well cook, but his eyes glance up at her shocked. “For food, Alaric! I’m cooking, do you want me to cook for you as well or will you be afraid I am poisoning it?” Walking into the kitchen she opens the fridge, Alaric looking at her from the doorway.“Sorry, Willow, but look around you! You left yourself and you came back like- like that, of course I’m on edge. This could all be a game and a trick for all I know; you could be faking your so-called feelings to destroy us all.” He can’t just trust her like that, not when she looks so much like Yasmine had when he’d had to kill her. Willow simply nods and continues to cook. They sit and eat in silence, not even the noise of the TV to permeate the room as it remains resolutely off. Hours pass by like that, the sound of their breathing the only soundtrack to t
She watches as he carries Azalea off, grabbing a drink and sitting back down before Alaric walks down the stairs.“You honestly thought I would hurt her?” She looks at Alaric, waiting.“I don’t know anymore, Willow. How many times do I have to say that? This could be a plan, like Yasmine all over again only you’re smart as hell and hiding it well.” Alaric shakes his head. “I’m sorry. Even I know that deep down you aren’t like the others. Accepting it and trusting you though, it’s different. There is no one else in this world like you Willow, and I have never heard of anyone like you.”Willow nods. She wants to say it is part of the plan, but that would be foolish when she has no proof. “It is fine, I get it; I’m a bigger monster than all the others put together.”“Willow, I still want you but that would be wrong. You say the baby is good and you can feel it, and I&rs
Alaric glances to Gwenael. “This alone is going to start a war.”Gwenael laughs. “Were you expecting anything else? You married a witch; she was taken because of you. Of course the witches are going to try and cause a war, Alaric.” His head shakes as Azalea walks into the witches’ house, Alaric going to follow but Gwenael’s hand stopping him.“We lost all rights to walk in there without permission.” He looks at Alaric. “Azalea, get Zander please.” Azalea nods and walks off, a few minutes later the door opens and Zander stands looking at them.“You shouldn’t be here,” he says.“Can we come in? We need to talk about Willow, somewhere private.”Zander glances between them. &l
Alaric knows that if he talks to Willow he’ll get drawn in, which will end badly. He needs to distance himself now before he gets hurt more. He’s so lost in thought that he doesn’t hear the knock, so it’s Gwenael who walks to the door and answers it, Zander stood waiting outside.“Right, I hope you don’t mind but I brought a witch. They agreed they wanted more than just my side. Two witches are easier to believe, than one, and then we can work out the way forward.”Gwenael nods. “She understands, right? She isn’t going to freak out and run when she sees Willow?” He looks at the witch concerned, the last thing they need is her running around the streets screaming about pregnant vampires and God knows what else.“Yes she knows, she saw and was one of the first to agree. So… can we come in and see her?”Alaric nods and moves out the way; Zander looking to Willow as he enters
“Right, so you wanted to talk?” Azalea looks at him, smiling as he nods.“Yes, while I have no issue with you staying here Azalea, right now you being here all the time isn’t such a good idea.” Willow looks at him shocked, his head shaking as he carries on. “The witches aren’t yet all in agreement with Willow, which means they won’t be happy with you staying here. There’s a risk that Monventla or others will show up, because right now she’s a threat to them. Also, Willow and I have a lot to work out. I’m not saying never come, you can stay over and everything, but you have to accept that you need to see the witches sometimes. Complete your training, and Willow and I will use the space to sort this mess out.” Azalea nods, a glint in her eye.“You want sex.”