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17. Bitch I Hope The Fuck You Do

Emalee broke the handle off the door and prayed that Dean and Marley would forgive her. She turned around and dropped the handle to the ground as two, three, four people rounded the corner. They were all people she knew. Dammit, now they'll be harder to kill. Shit, what am I gonna do?!

"You," the first said with a look of disgust. Caleb, a vampire.

"Blood traitor," hissed another. He came to the front of the group. Emalee felt a flicker of guilt. Her cousin, Cameron. A shapeshifter, just like herself.

"You never should have left," another growled. Autumn, a werewolf. 

"If I hadn't left, I would have died!" Emalee snapped. Autumn bared her teeth.

"Dying for our society is infinitely better than betraying it!" Autumn roared.

"Is it really worth it, Autumn? Really? Imagine the life you could have-"

"Silence!" The three immediately turned and bowed, spreading to make way for the infamous vampire.

"I see you're still an attention-seeking bitch," Emalee sneered. Alaina smirked, popping a hip and looking at her nails.

"I see you're still nothing but a-"

"Oh, you can hear me through that hair? Wait, nevermind, your ego is probably blocking it anyway." She dropped her smug act, brushing back her reddish brown hair that was so bushy it was ugly.  

"You bitch-"

"Honey, are you sure you mean that?" Emalee traced a nail along the blade of her machete and raised an eyebrow at Alaina.

"How dare you question my authority!" she yelled. Emalee let out a scoff and rolled her eyes to the ceiling.

"I knew you couldn't hear me. Check your hair again, hon. Or, better yet, your ego."

"Still using old jokes, huh?"

"I might've been born at night, but it wasn't last night," Emalee said, testing the sharpness of the blade on her fingertip. A drop of blood appeared, Alaina and Caleb stiffening in response.

"You seriously want to test me."

"I want to do more than just test you." They faced off, Emalee staring down at Alaina, who was glaring back with a strong gaze. Stubborn as a mule, just like always. "You haven't changed a bit."

"Neither have you." In that moment of softness, of brief vulnerability, Emalee struck. She darted forward with slightly inhuman speed and slashed the blade, slicing the blade over Alaina's throat. Unfortunately, the bitch was too far away for her to get the blade all the way through her neck. Alaina staggered backward, hands clutching at the blood-spraying, gaping wound in her throat. The three monsters gasped and advanced, emitting various sounds of anger.

"Come get me bitches, I taste good!" Emalee shouted with an insane grin, whirling the machete in her hands again. Caleb was the first to lunge, the blood scent driving him crazy. 

Emalee sighed and sidestepped the attack, but Caleb was ready for that. His bone-thin shape swerved and crashed into her. She fell to the ground, but brought up the machete, decapitating him easily. His blood washed over her as she kicked the headless body away from her.

Before she could get up again, Autumn let out a howl and jumped down on Emalee.

"Bite me," she sneered, laughing in the werewolf's face. Autumn narrowed her eyes to slits and lunged forward for her throat. Emalee yanked her head to the side, shoving Autumn's shoulder to get her off balance and heaving her away. 

But once Autumn was gone, she came right back. Emalee rolled out of the way and jumped onto her feet, unsheathing a silver dagger and clenching her empty fist. Autumn stalked around her in a circle, growling softly, like an animal.

"Scared?" Emalee taunted. The growl sharpened into a snarl. She laughed, waving the dagger. "Here, doggy doggy. Come get the stick, doggy."

Autumn's face twisted into a portrait of fury. She leapt forward, darting in close. Emalee brought her dagger in and across, slashing her arm, then back again across her cheek, and again below her arm. Autumn stumbled back, and Emalee lunged in, stabbing the dagger into her neck.

She slumped to the ground, and Emalee turned. 

"Come get me, bitch."


How do you guys think the fight's gonna go? Will it be an epic battle of the centuries, or maybe something short, sweet, and severe?

All criticisms, votes, and comments are welcome <3

~ Love, Kals

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