The Night Children

Chapter 58

Yours - Ella Henderson 

Time seemed to slow, trapped against the prosperity of a death. The wind stilled, the snowflakes no longer whirling around us. The snow began to stain with red, the smell of blood rising from Isaac's collapsed body. Miss Anderson tore the Parazonium from his broken body, moving her index finger across the blade to wipe away the blood. His blood.

My heart surged with a sensation that I had never felt before. It was like a tsunami had gathered in my body, fuelled with the desire of revenge. It surged through me, coiling around my heart so its beat pounded against my rib cage. I felt my humanity snap, shattering my mind into jagged pierces.

He was gone. He would never return. I never said I love you back.

I was on my feet before I had registered I had moved at all. I drew strength from the moon, its waves mixing with my fury.

"Renee no," I heard Aaron say, reaching out to stop me but his fingers brushed my shoulder and I merely pushed him away. My eyes were unwavering from Miss Anderson's. The woman who killed Isaac. The woman who drove a sword through his heart. The woman who made him admit his own weakness.

Me.

"YOU KILLED HIM!" I roared, my voice laced with the venom of a cobra. It was like my insides were boiling with a rage I had never felt before. It controlled what was left of my thoughts and influenced my movements. "You took his life without mercy."

Miss Anderson watched me, her eyes narrowed but her lips were titled with amusement. The Parazonium still remained clutched in her hand, Isaac's blood staining the very tip.

"Oh please," She scoffed light heartedly. "He was bound to die anyway."

I kept advancing, my thoughts not on the weapon that killed Isaac but on the woman who gripped it.

"He was the only wolf who held any humanity. He was the only one who had pity for humans." I paused a metre away from her, heaving for breath. "And you took his life like it was nothing."

Miss Anderson let out a small chuckle, poising the tip of her sword towards my heart. "You're missing the moral of the story here Renee," She said with a smile. "If it wasn't for you, he would still be alive."

Her words struck me in the chest, enough for me to take a step backwards. However, anger continued to taint my body and I felt my teeth grind together.

"My father would never love a psychotic bitch like you," I hissed, my words slicing through her façade as easily as a knife slices through flesh. "I pray to god you rot in hell with no one but yourself to rely upon. That death is what you deserve the most."

Miss Anderson laughed, but it was hollow and lifeless. Like her soul. "Is that a threat Miss Argent?"

"No," I answered back confidentially, my words numbing to my own ears. "I think you already know the wrath that will follow in your wake."
Her grip on her sword tightened but no other emotion passed across her face. "Enlighten me." She responded with a smirk.

I took a few steps forward, enough to be in her range of attack. I held my head up high, my gaze unblinking against hers. "Once the ceremony is performed on me I'll be the merciless beast you swore to destroy. And when that happens, I will stop at nothing to ensure your heart is nothing but a spike on the tip of my claws." I took another step forwards, enough to force her to tilt her head to remain levelled with my gaze. "Be ready. Death stalks your path, and I will stop at nothing to claim your life the way you claimed Isaacs. I don't care if I have to travel across the sea to find you. I will. And when I do, your death will be as painful as watching the boy I love die in front of my eyes." I took one more step towards her, so my nose barely brushed hers. "I look forward to hearing your cries of mercy and watching your blood spray in the wake of my fury. Never stop running Georgina. Let this be a warning now."