Desire To Kill

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Chapter 21 ~ Morals

When we arrived at the Academy, I was finally bombarded with questions as the four of us sat on the sofa in our room.

“Are you okay, Blaire?” Charlotte asked, holding my hand. “After the ceremony you just disappeared.”

Harry nodded, “We were really worried. Is everything okay?” He asked, concern written across his features.

I gave them a half-hearted smile, “I’m fine. I just needed to speak with my uncle, and the Lady.” I informed, mentally deciding that they needed to know what I discovered.

They gasped, Jason widened his eyes as he snapped his head to me from the arm of the chair. “You mean the lady?” He asked, emphasizing the for clarification.

I nodded, “My uncle told me the truth of my family heritage.” I started, as I began to explain everything that happened.

Although I promised not to tell anyone yet, I knew I had to tell the three. They were all I had, and close to me as a family should be. I couldn’t keep it from them, knowing that I had no one else to talk to about these discoveries. Not even my father could have been present to explain everything, while understanding my worries.

Instead I had my uncle, whom dully informed me of my mother as if it didn’t even matter. Although I knew deep down, he was worrying. I was to be the Empress, and I wasn’t even a complete shapeshifter.

After all, yesterday I had thought I was like any other hybrid, like a large portion of shifters were. But never had I thought of a witch and shifter having a child, it was just un-heard of. Shifters would only have a child with either someone of their own kind or a human, since neither would worsen your abilities. But my mother was a witch, unlike my father’s stories of my human birth mother.

Who even knew whether or not I would be able to shift?

After finishing my brief explanation of what happened that afternoon, they all practically fell out of their seats. Jason was staring wide-eyed, Harry’s mouth was ajar and Charlotte looked disappointed; which broke my heart a little.

Jason was first to speak, “That’s awesome!” He grinned, high-fiving my rested hand. To which I raised my eyebrow to, rolling my eyes.

“I’m so jealous! You’re a shapeshifter and a freaking witch?” Harry shook his head, looking baffled. “Why can’t I be that bad-ass?” He pouted, earning a grin towards his direction from me. I loved how they tried to raise my spirits on the situation, like true friends.

Charlotte blinked a few times, with the same expression struck on her face. “How didn’t I know?” She suddenly exclaimed, resting her head in her palms. “I’ve known you all my life, and I didn’t figure it out. I feel so stupid.” She pouted, snapping her head up.

I raised my eyebrow again, not sure whether her words were positive or not.

Charlotte hugged me, a smile spread on her face. “I’m sorry about my reactions, but I’m just a little freaked out that I didn’t know this whole time. I mean, it’s me.” She said, with mock narcissism. “I know everything.”

I laughed at that, as they all hugged me on the sofa. “Thanks guys, you really know how to make a girl feel better.” When we parted, I let out a sigh. “But what am I going to do? How am I supposed to rule over the shifters when I’m not even a shifter?” I muttered, my worries finally suffocating me once more.

Jason shook his head, “But you are a shifter. Just because you’re not one completely, doesn’t make it any different.” He encouraged, grinning once more.

Charlotte nodded, “It would actually help; if anything. Think of the unity that would form because of this, a half witch Empress.” She exclaimed, tightening her grip on my hand. “You will help our kind, Blaire. The witches would finally be on our side, and we’ll be indestructible against leeches.”

I nodded, I had only partially considered the fact. “You’re right, I guess. But what if me being half witch means that I can’t shift?” I asked, my true worry finally coming out to the open. Every young shifter’s dream is of their first shift, wandering what animal would they become. What if it would never to happen?

“You can’t worry yourself like that, Blaire.” Harry shook his head, putting his arm around me in comfort. “There are a lot of shifters who haven’t shifted yet at your age, the best thing to do is to not dwell on it.”

I smiled at the three, happy to have such great friends. Even if we were set together to hunt Vampires, it still felt fated for us to come together. I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

“I love you guys.” I said, hoping it was enough to illustrate how much I truly cared for them.

They grinned, “You’re not too bad yourself.” Jason teased, nudging my shoulder.

I laughed, as we all started conversing on more basic things. Like our new group of ‘friends’, although they were leeches we found ourselves with them often.

Despite the absolute chaos our lives were, it felt almost normal when we all sat on that sofa and laughed at each other’s jokes.


“Help!” I heard someone call, their voices strained. “Please, someone help me!”

I jumped into action, jumping over the gate at the back of the school. Although I knew it could’ve been a trap, my natural instinct was to go find the source to the pleading voice.

As I skidded into the familiar alley, I couldn’t help but widen my eyes at the sight.

“Margret?” I called, kneeling beside her. Her sea-blue eyes were wide with shock, her black hair was damp with blood that was streaming from her mouth. I couldn’t process what I was seeing, one of the Vampires from the Academy was the victim.

She let out a small smile when her eyes landed on me, “Blaire, I can’t explain right now; but I’ve been attacked.” Margret whispered, her voice strained with pain. I heard footsteps padding away in the distance, and I knew I had only just missed the attacker.

I scanned over her body, searching for any wounds that caused the blood to leak out of her mouth. Then I saw under her palm that was laying on her chest, was a deep gash with the darkest blood pushing through her fingers. I widened my eyes, recognizing the dark blood as what leeches usually spilled. I knew I had to pretend not to notice or care that her blood was five shades darker than a human’s.

She dropped her hands to her sides, exposing the wound. I identified it immediately as a stake wound, clearly a Vampire hunter had attacked her. It felt strange being on the other side to this situation, and oddly gut-wrenching.

I pressed my hands against her wound, staring at her panicked eyes. “Should I call the ambulance?” I said, but I knew it was a lost cause. Vampires couldn’t be taken to a human’s hospital, and a puncture from a stake couldn’t be helped.

She shook her head, “No. It’s too late now, it’s hopeless.” I couldn’t help but whimper as I saw her eyes drown with sorrow, all hope had gone from her system. I was too late to save her, and now Margret would die.

I mentally shook myself, she was a Vampire. Even when I told myself this, I could feel the misery that had slowly snook upon me. Margret was a good person, besides the fact she was a leech. I saw her stand up for herself and people who needed her help, I saw the disappointment in her eyes when her friends behaved badly. I knew that this girl didn’t deserve to die, unlike some terrible leeches who did.

Thinking this, I pushed harder into the wound. I knew it was useless, but I wanted her to know that I did care. I wanted to show her how I regretted acting terribly to her in the past two months since we arrived, how I never gave her a chance.

I forced myself to look up to her eyes, which I had regretfully avoided. Her eyes were slowly glazing over, her mouth was slowly stopping to flow the ruby river. Instead of being glazed with white; as a leech usually did when it was dying, it looked more black.

I furrowed my eyebrows, as a coal-coloured blanket fell across her eyes. I gasped, her eyes were know fully black. Yet I could still feel her heartbeat, that extra-fast beat that Vampires possessed.

I jumped back from her body, once I felt something move beneath my palms. I stared at her wound, which I had been covering. I could see the skin slowly form together, connecting once more like nothing had happened. It slowly turned from it’s dark colour, to it’s usual pale-covered skin.

I stared with my mouth agape as Margret swiftly sat up in a shot a few seconds later, abruptly taking a deep gasp for air. Her usual sapphire eyes were even wider then mine, as she glanced down at her now closed wound. Margret slowly raised her head up to reach my gaze, “I-I thought I was going to die.” She stuttered, her eyes welling up with tears as I gave her an awkward pat for comfort.

“I thought so too, Margret. Are you okay?” I asked, feeling stupid. Of course she wasn’t okay, she almost died.

She shook her head, closing her eyes as a tear rolled down her cheek. “I knew I was dying. I didn’t actually die, but I could feel it. But then..” She trailed off, and proceeded to staring at me with her eyes wide. “Are you a witch?” She suddenly asked, figuring it out.

I glanced away at her potent gaze, not knowing how to answer. I didn’t even know I had the ability to heal, but telling a Vampire probably wouldn’t be the best idea. “What are you talking about?” I asked, feigning innocence.

Margret raised her eyebrow in suspicion, probably not believing one bit of it. “I’m sorry, I guess that isn’t a very common question. But if you did do something, thank you.” She gave me a sincere look of gratitude, as we both came to a stand.

After what felt like hours of her thanking me and we both parted ways, I made a beeline to my room.

I couldn’t help but feel that any last trace of my species was long gone.

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