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Chapter 12

            Steve wandered the streets without a hope in the world of getting the police to blame Claire for the murder of Kat. His head wandered in and out of impossible scenarios and he roamed around in broad daylight wearing pajamas and nothing on his feet.

            “Steve!” a low voice called out from a nearby cellar window, “Steve…come here!”

            “Do I know you?” he said in a deflated voice.

            “I know you and I know what your going through…I saw her do it! Poor, poor girl your girlfriend was.” Steve watched as he shook his head; his features covered by darkness. What the hell, he was intrigued and there seriously was not much to live for anymore.

            Steve bent down cautiously and whispered, “What do you know?” Steve sat down on the grass surrounding the window and leaned forward. There was no answer form the mysterious voice, “Please…I need to know what you know!” Steve whimpered and buried his face.

            “Mister?” the voice of a child struck him oddly. “Please help me! I'm stuck and need assistance.” He considered the random child’s words; they were much bigger than the hands that protruded from the murky depths of the window. He longed for the touch of anything remotely as depressed as himself and stupidly grabbed the child's hands.

            “Thank you!” the voice giggled in his ear as he lifted the child out of the darkness. Her foot caught in the holds of a man behind her. She screamed and held tighter to Steve’s hands. He tugged and tugged with all his might but it was no use. The man holding her ankles was much stronger than he was. Her hands slipped through his and she pleaded with him. “Please!” she whispered, “I'm too young to die!” Red tears streamed down her pale face and ran down her neck.

            Steve dropped his grip and she fell back into the window with a slight thud. He leaped up and peaked in the window for any signs of the little girl. A hand shot out the window and dragged Steve, with it, into despair with the tiny girl.

            He screamed but it was useless, no one could hear him with a tight hand wrapped over his mouth. “Ahh...Tabitha would you care for this one?” Steve turned in his grip and eyed him. Paler than her he stood behind him smiling. The little girl sat on a crate with a nail file ignoring him. “Tabitha! Show our guest some respect!”

            She sighed and rolled her eyes, “Honestly Christian! He is a human! What’s the point?”

            “There doesn’t need to be a point! It’s called common courtesy.” She sighed again and Christian leaned his head on Steve’s shoulder. “So my friend…not so eager to help a child in a cellar with a monster anymore now aren’t we?” Steve gulped and felt his blood pressure rise. He struggled in Christian’s grip only to tire himself out and make them laugh. “I couldn’t help but overhear your thoughts! Do forgive me, but may I ask a question?” He removed his hand and pushed Steve into Tabitha. Her fingers wrapped around his neck and her nails lightly dug into the soft flesh of his neck.

            “What do you want?”

            “I want nothing more than an answer. Tabitha, on the other hand, may want more.” She smiled at Christian and tightened her grip on Steve’s neck.

            “What?” Steve choked.

            “What, exactly, killed your girlfriend?”

            “A werewolf!” He regretted his words as soon as they left his lips; it was his secret of insanity.

            “A werewolf you say? Hmm…intriguing, isn’t Tabitha.” He tilted his head, “What would you say Steve if I could promise that you could potentially kill this werewolf?”

            Tabitha loosened her grip and Steve leaned forward completely awestruck by his words. “What are you talking about?”

            “I'm talking about leaving behind humanity for immortality…” he waved his arms dramatically, “You’d be a god compared to those mere humans you call friends.” Steve bit his lower lip and pondered the sudden situation he found himself involved.

            “What would I have to do?” He held back the excitement bubbling below his chest and faked boredom.

            “Die.”

            “How does that help me?”

            “Tabitha and I aren’t normal as you can see.” He pointed at her and Steve watched as fangs unsealed themselves from the corners of her gums. Steve’s eyes widened and he murmured under his breath, “Yes your right… remarkable isn’t it?”

            “Amazing!”

            “So Steve…do we have a deal?”

            Steve faltered and finally shook his head. Christian held out his hand and Steve precariously shook it. He was yanked into Christian’s arms and his neck exposed. Steve watched Tabitha’s wide pearly eyes as Christian’s head coiled around his neck like a cobra pouncing for the kill.

            Steve fell to the floor in a small pool of blood and his pulse quickened from the sudden loss of blood. “I'm sorry Kat.” He whispered with his final breath.