Alpha Blake
Duplicitous Carrie!

Carrie stands before her cauldron. The sound of a thick bubbling with the stench of rotten something and death penetrates the nostrils of Joseph who tries to hold his breath.

She twirls her hands around the cauldron as she chants away with her eyes closed and hair flowing in the air.

The small frail body of a baby girl laid on top of a small bed with an old duvet covering her body to the front of her, across from the table she conjures her spell.

The full moon is in place above her window, the light reflecting across the room, illuminating the cold, dark, and death feel of the room.

"Get ready Joseph, the potion is almost done. We must insert this potion into her body before we can extract her blood. Then, I can do the same with the blood from Emma's heart." She cackles, throwing her head back and closing her eyes. She can almost smell the beautiful scent of victory.

"Ok, what do I do love? Tell me? How can I help?" He's nervous, and panic is evident in his eyes, but he'll do anything to help Carrie accomplish her goal.

"Ugh! I already told you! We have to get this potion in her body. Obviously we have to inject her. Get that small glass ville, there's a needle on my counter, insert it into the small whole, we'll use that to insert it into her body." She was annoyed by him already. Though he was always willing to help her, do anything for her, kill any one for her, she was already getting annoyed by his presence.

She counted the days, the hours, the minutes until she could get back to the gods realm and over throw Selene from her thrown and take over it.

Shaky hands took the thick needle, with force and trembling fingers, he places the needle inside the small she made on the small ville. He walks towards her, and hands it to her.

The thick mucus like liquid with the stench of death fills the small ville, she continues to chant and excitement fills her as the vertigo over takes her stomach. She slowly walks to the small body and removes the duvet from half of the little body.

She takes a long sigh as she holds the villa steady in her hand. Slowly taking the little hand in hers, "Oh little lycan baby, I owe you big time. Thanks to you, I will soon be able to return home, and i will no longer have to stand being in this stupid planet filled with ugly creatures and pretend to be that stupid childs mother." She chuckles and slowly approaches the tiny hand with the needle pointing towards her.

The needle slowly penetrates the thin frail skin, and slowly she pushes the thick liquid in. The tiny veins visibly glow from the invasion of the foreign substance in her body.

Without hesitation, she quickly pushes the rest of the potion in, chanting and humming softly.

"Quickly Joseph, get that base here. Soon as I say, you have to slice her wrists and drain her blood completely."

His eyes widen in a mixture of horror and disgust. But he moves slowly anyway.

To his amaze, a small cry is heard, and little tiny fingers and toes begin to move. He stands frozen in place, and unwilling to continue with her horrific plans.

"I- I can't do this Carrie! How is it possible? She's alive! I can't kill a youngling! I- I just can't." A tear runs down his cheek, and he takes a step back as the knife in his hand falls to the ground.

"Ugh! Of course it's impossible. I only made Candace have an early labor! I didn't make her have a miscarriage you idiot! I snuck a little extra kick on her own drink before the ceremony began."

She looked at him from the side of her head. Her hand on her hip as she flipped through her spell book.

She turns the page to the chant she was looking for, "Aww! Here we are! Now, are you ready to give your auntie Carrie your life my little precious Lycan baby? Now that I brought you out of your sleepy time spell, you'll be prepped and ready to sacrifice that precious blood for me, won't you my little jem?" She holds her tiny hand on her finger, while reaching down and grabbing the knife off the floor.

Slowly, she caresses the soft skin on the baby's face, the tiny baby girl slowly brings her tongue forward, and yawns softly as her tiny fingers coil around Carrie's fingers.

"Ugh! Don't get attached to me kid! I'm not your mother. Thank god I never had any kids. I'd rather die than bare any children."

Joseph's eyes fill with melancholy and his head hangs low in dispare. Taking a long sigh, he takes a step back and grips the knife from her hand slowly.

"Ok love. I will do as you say! Just- give me a minute will you?" He holds her tiny hand in his, the baby unaware of her danger, so tiny and frail to be able to open her tiny eyes, smiles towards Joseph's direction and yawns once more.

He sigh, and softly runs his thumb on her soft skin. "I'm sorry little princess." He closes his eyes and takes a long sigh, slowly he opens his eyes and realizes the room is far too quiet and eerie.

He turns and realizes Carrie is nowhere in sight. He turns from one corner of the room to the other, NOTHING!

"Carrie? Carrie where are you?" He places the small knife down and let's go of the baby girl's hand down, covering her to her chest with the duvet.

The room has somehow gotten darker, the candles that lit the room are now almost distinguished. Just a few candles are still on, and just as he slowly makes his way around the room, a blast throws the door open.

He stands paralyzed in front of Alarick and Dylan along with the guards. Shock, evident in his face. "I should of known you and that wench were up to no good!" Alarick's eyes darken, he sneers at Joseph, as he nears him. His hands fisted and knuckles white.

He grips Joseph by his throat as he growls loud in his face. "Where is she? Where has that wench gone?" Alarick demands making Joseph tremble in place.

"I - I do not know sir! I swear. I do not know." He holds his hands up defensively but Alarick does not buy his cowardly tactics. He knows Joseph far too well, better than Joseph considers to admit.

"Lies! All lies! Search the premises!" He gestures the guards as Dylan comes forward, taking Joseph away from the room and tries him at a near tree.

***

"Dylan, you have to believe me young boy! I have no idea where your mother is; and I can assure you she was not trying to harm any one." He obliges to persuade Dylan, but to no avail.

"Save it you perfidious scoundrel! I heard your conversation with her earlier today. You killed my father! And for that, you're going to pay." Dylan takes a few steps back, allowing himself to turn to his wolf.

Joseph's eyes turn from nerves to terror as the massive grayish brown and white wolf comes to view in front of him.

His heart raises at a million per second, his throat suddenly dry as he gulps down harshly to utter his words out.

"P- please! A- Ash- Asher, please I beg of you. I meant no harm. Your mother, obliged me to kill him. Please Asher, I beg of you! Show some mercy on this old lycan..... I'm begging you boy!" He pleads, his lips tremble as he quivers and shakes.

Asher (Dylan's wolf) chuckles as his nose wrinkles and slowly makes his way, circling around the tree, his long paws making tracks on the earthed ground and his long tail slowly erasing them as he moves his massive body around Joseph.

"I always thought it was evident my father did not have an accident. It was too obvious someone had set him up. Now I know why. You and that wench killed him. You will have mercy! I will give you a heads up." With his claw, he drips the strap holding Joseph steady on the tree, Joseph's body falls to the ground with a thud as the straps break him loose.

"I- don't understand! What do you mean heads up?" He narrows his eyebrows in confusion and runs the back of his neck.

"You have to the count of five to run before I come after you and rip your head off of that conniving body of yours." Joseph's eyes widen once again in terror, he takes a step back and falls on his behind as he stumbles on a small root above the earthed ground.

Quickly he stands as he sees Asher near him. "1-" Asher begins to count, he growls and moves slowly towards him.

Quickly, Joseph turns his body and makes a run for it. "2, 3, 4" Asher shouts his counting as Joseph makes a run for the forest. Running across, and past many trees. He knows he may be able to out run him if he shifts to his lycan form, and as he nears a small creek, he swiftly shifts.

The seconds it takes him to shift, is enough for Asher to catch up to him. Tackling him down to the ground with a big thud as they both scatter on the floor. Turning and tossing against each other.

Both growling loud, Joseph drags his long claws across with force as he tries to hurt Asher on his jaw, but he moves before he can get him, jumping behind him, giving Joseph no time to act, as he turns and is met with the hard bite to his head.

Before he can act, Joseph's head flies above the sky, landing by the waters. His body slowly falling to its knees and falling to the ground.

Asher slowly walks, circling around the decapitated corpse of Joseph. He sneers, and can't help but let out a whimper and a tear escapes his eyes he reminisces about the happy moments he had with his dad.

He slowly shifts back to his human form and walks back to meet with Alarick and the rest. His head hangs low as he exits the forest. The moonlight slowly makes his body noticeable and Elena slowly places a warm blanket around him. He wraps himself around her. Both allowing themselves to cry for the reality of the loss of their father.

"I should have gone with him that day Ella! It should of been me protecting him that day! I knew something was off, I should have followed my instincts! I-"

"Shh! Dylan, it's ok. You didn't know. We both didn't know! You can't blame yourself for this. Please brother! We have to stick together. Promise me, no matter what happens, we will always stick together and look out for each other! Promise me brother!?" She cups his face, her cheeks stained with tears mimicking his own resemblance.

"I promise sister! ALWAYS!!"

She hugs him tight and kisses his cheek. She can taste the saltiness of his sorrow.

"Ella!" Harou runs towards them as he heaves trying to catch his breath.

"Is it true? My princess?" His eyes filled with tears as he runs a hand across his chest. Elena smiles and walks towards him.

"Harou! Yes. It's true. I'm sorry Harou, my mother is the cause for all this. But I promise you that Alarick and I will replace her and make her pay for this treachery." He nods, closing his eyes.

"I don't care what happens to Carrie. I just want to hold my baby girl. Please Ella! Where is she?" He looks at her with a gleam of hope in his eyes. Elena gestures for him to turn and the moonlight hits the direction of Alarick holding a tiny bundle in his arms.

Harou quickly runs to him, stopping just in time to see a little hand moving about from out of the small blanket covering her body.

Her tiny eyes now mildly open, revealing a set of beautiful baby blues like her dad's. A head full of raven black hair like her mother's.

"May I?" He gestures Alarick, asking for permission as he holds his hands up.

Alarick smiles, and hands her over. "Of course! She's yours Harou."

Harou holds her, a thick knot stuck in his throat as the tears run freely down his cheeks. "Hi my beautiful girl! I'm going to take you home to momma. And you will grow to be a strong and beautiful women! And I promise, I will protect you and cherish you with everything in my power! I love you princess! I love you my beautiful baby girl!" He kisses her cheek as her small hand slowly cups his cheek. The small gesture making his heart content, he chuckles lightly and kisses her numerous times.

"Let's go home princess!"