Camila was amazed, she didn't understand what was happening to her, but whatever it was, it was too strong. Their memories rushed against her.
****
Pain subdued her body and the sunlight pierced into her hazel eyes with a stern anguish. She confined her eyelids and let out a pressured groan. Her hands were chained up and she stooped, hanging feebly.
She flickered her eyes as her ears caught a faint sound of a matching footstep. All she could see was a shadow, because the rays of sunlight blotted her vision.
"Who are you?" She muttered, with faltering eyelids.
She gasped as cold water was poured on her from an iron bucket, and her eyes forced itself open as her brain became conspicuous to the environment. Her heart beat heaved up her chest and she stared at the man standing in front of her with an ominous look.
And still, she reiterated her first question "Who are you?"
"Logan Creed. The man you came to kill…" he came closer to her, tickling her neck with his warm breath. He liked her scent, but she was a potential threat deserving hate. He strolled around her, getting relished by her scent and the beating of her heart. He was puzzled, he couldn't tell why he was feeling odd. Or was it her blood that his palate and gut desired? He quickly snapped out of it and faced her.
"And who are you?"
She gulped, she had never felt so timid in her life, and since her killing contract. The man must be using some charm or black magic to make her feel so dismayed. She wanted to lie about who she was, but she could only bring herself to tell the truth, maybe the man would spare her life.
"Camila… Camila Lipa. I—"
He growled. "You brought killers to my house! Why?!"
"I- I'm … it didn't go as planned…" she stammered.
Logan walked across the room and Camila followed with her eyes. She trembled as he uncovered a counter with diverse torture weapons. He picked a scalpel and drew back to Camila.
Normally, she wouldn't be afraid as she had experienced great torture firsthand from when she was a little girl, and torture was part of her life. It was nothing new, but she wondered why she felt different.
"This is not mine. And I don't wish to use it on anyone. But I'm going to ask you one more time, and you better give me the reply that I need. Why"
"I swear, I don't know…" she whimpered. "I think I have been sold out. I was to check the house and have a talk, not kill anyone. I swear, I don't have any hand in this. I didn't know about it"
Logan chuckled, "Talk?" Sketches of resentment were drawn visibly on his face. "Do I look like I need a therapist? Mmm?"
"Why did you come to my house!? Why!" Logan yelled. And at that moment, Camila thought that a man as angry as him would surely kill her, or maybe he was just mentally ill. She thought of begging for her life, but she would never do that; death can come anytime and she was ever ready. But as she looked into Logan's eyes as he was pacing around the room, troubled, she saw a Man in pains and suffering.
Logan unchained her and dragged her out into the living room. She gasped as she set her eyes upon the heaves of the dead bodies. And all that she cared about at that moment was how they were all slaughtered.
"Holy shit! What happened here…" She exclaimed. "Do you have a wild animal in your home?" She glanced around the room in a fearful manner, being extra careful. She didn't want to be next.
Logan dragged her away into another corner in the mansion. She looked at Logan as she saw a woman lying down on a big table. Logan pushed her forward.
"You see what you did? An innocent soul is going away just like that, because of you" his eyes were becoming wet and his knees were becoming weak. He shook his head as he leaned close to Mrs Lopez holding her two hands.
He sobbed. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you. Please forgive me…"
Mrs Lopez opened her eyes with her faint strength and dint out a smile. "No, is not your fault. Please don't hate yourself over this."
"Please save your strength. I have a doctor coming on his way. You will be fine…" he nodded his head, being positive even when he knew that life and death was 50/50 for her. And all he could do was just cry and watch. He wished he could just turn her into a werewolf. But he didn't want that life for her, she was too pure to be a monster and a killer.
"Where are the kids?" She asked, trying to life up her head, but Logan comforted her back.
"They will be fine, they are just in shock, the doctor will take them to the hospital once he comes"
She was pleased to hear that. "Please promise me that you will protect them always, no matter what"
"I promise to protect them till the last drop of my blood" the Alpha king had just made a lifetime vow, and for the dying mother and Camila it meant that he would always protect them till they die of natural causes. But for him, it was a lifetime vow, which meant that they would live so long and for that to happen, they had to be turned into supernatural beings.
Logan knew that this moment would come, but he never thought it would be this soon. Tears were flowing effortlessly down his cheeks, he might be grieving silently, but deep in his heart, he was screaming, he was broken and already helpless; he was going to lose his favorite person ever.
"I bless the day I knew you…" she smiled with the outpour of tears. "You have brought Joy, love and peace to my life, what more could I ask for? You're my savior and comforter…" she dropped down her face to the side and saw Camila and the first impression she gave her was a smile. "Who is she?"
"She was hired to kill me. She knows those people, I must find out who they are, and I promise you, they won't get away with this"
"No no no…" Mrs Lopez shook her head. "Please don't. Don't let this come in the way of your redemption and peace…" she guided her hand to his face. "I know, Logan, I know. All these years you have sought after peace and redemption…"
"And I finally found it…" Logan whimpered. "But they have taken it all away from me"
"No, Logan. That is a choice only you can make, whether to deny and strip yourself of that peace or not. Please don't. Don't let this change anything. Don't seek for revenge, it never ends well. Is just an endless circle… promise me that you won't go after them, promise me that this ends here"
It was a hard one, but it was the request of a dying mother, and he better had accepted it and kept to it. Even though it was like stabbing oneself with one's knife. He nodded his head in agreement.
Camila stood there, wondering what would become of her if the old lady died. Her only prayer was for the doctor to make haste and save her life. She had shared in Logan's pain, but hers was coming.
Mrs Lopez had lost a lot of blood although Logan had taken care of her wounds in the best ways he could, he knew that he could save her life, but he wouldn't do it and it pained him the more.
"Oh dear… this death is too painful…" she chuckled. "I had wished I would die a peaceful death, where my children and my grandchildren gathers around my death bed, having their last time with me on earth, and when I would die, you all would gather around my grave, with a smile, knowing that I had lived well and taken to heaven… I'm sorry Logan, I don't think I'm going to be around anymore for you…" Logan couldn't help his tears from falling. "Maybe is time you find a wife. But be rest assured, I will continue loving and watching over you…" they shared their last smile together. "Death isn't the end, Logan"
"I love you…" she said, with her dying breath.
"I love…" but before his last words to her could achieve it's drift, he couldn't stop crying, as he watched the light fade from her eyes. Her fragile hands grew cold like stone. He exhaled what was left of his sanity. Every second he shared with her traveled through his mind. He couldn’t stop crying as tears fell easily from his eyes. Regrets and shame about the times he wasn't by her side, even though he had done so well, consumed his body with pain. Even then, he could not comprehend what was happening. The thought of being alone in this god forsaken world, scared him. Never again would he see her smile. Never again would he feel her soft touch of love, care and tranquility.
Her eyelids fluttered and she reflected on her mortal life, knowing that it would all slip away from her fingers soon, and Logan heard her take her terminal breath
Logan pinched himself as her soul slipped through his fingers, and her body laid obstinate. It felt like she was a fragment of his imagination. But nevertheless, if the happiness was real, she would want him to move on and keep the fondest memories. Yet even his memories felt like dreams. Her pulse stopped and so did her heartbeat. He closed her vacant eyes and left her side for the last time as silence filled the room, peace, and love, departed.
He turned around to Camila with his reddened pale eyes. Her face loosened, craving mercy. But that was listless in Logan's heart.
… he brought out a Colt 1851 Navy Revolver, and pointed it at Camila's chest.
****
Once again, she saw herself telling the story. She still couldn't control it or get out of it, so it just played… she parted her lips with a gulp, eyes fixed at Logan still…

****
By the time I got out of that shit hole desert, and walked to the hotel, the sun had already gunned down. I couldn't stop thinking about what happened. It felt like the end of something, and the begining of another. Jacques was gone, and I was unfortunately, finally alone in this big bad world, a bad world that I myself contributed to. Life hasn't been easy since I was a kid, but that was a story for another day.
I walked slothfully pass the guests and the bartender over the bar at the hotel, and retreated into my room.
"I hate this world" I muttered to myself, while my hands took on the task of removing the dirty clothes and dumping it into the waste basket.
I threw myself on the bed half naked. Bathing was far from my brain's thinking area. I breathed in the air in the room and a faint wave of aroma drilled into my nose, exciting my stomach which retorted with a grumble, transcending up to my taste buds, and I gulped saliva in response. I sighed; I wasn't in the mood to eat, I didn't even have appetite, but my body system yearned for food. "I will deny you food, just as God denied me a good life… is only fair" I said, patting my stomach. The hotel's kitchen was preparing some exquisite meal, it probably had some special visitors. And normally, I would check the register the next day or after their stay, to crop out a potential victim. If it was a man, and he doesn't satisfy me enough, I would kill him. If a woman, and they are not into women, and I want them, I would force and threaten them to have sex with me, and would use them anyhow like they were sex dolls.
It all went well. But today felt different, after my near-death encounter, I couldn't bring myself to think about my next plan, so I just laid down on the bed with a blank mind.
The TV remote had it's way to my hand after a strainous reach, and the flicker from the television screen as I pressed my finger against the channel change button shimmered over the dark room.
Mindly obscured on what I was doing, pictures of Jacques flashed across my mind as a picture of a man and a woman smiling to each other flared across the TV screen. I clenched the remote and hit it on the floor with an excruciating pain and anger. "Argghhhh!" I stamped my feet on the floor with clenched a teeth, running my hands into my hairs, and trying to haul it out, I ended up having an instant headache.
"Damn it!" I walked to the cabineted freezer and brought out a Chivas Regal wine that I had been saving. It was time to get drunk.
I cocked it open immediately and emptied it halfway into my mouth, in an empty stomach. My stomach grumbled upon recieval. It was clearly not what it wanted… but it would take in whatever I give it, right!?
I bounced on the bed, about to get wasted when a knock on the door interrupted me.
"I swear I will fucking kill you! Get the fuck outta my property!" I yelled, taking more wine. Apparently, I finished it on that gulp.
"Is me, Ma'am" the voice came in soft and innocent.
"If is not Wendy" I placed my hand on my face and shook my head. "Baby, what do you want?" I asked in a calm voice, walking closer to the door.
"I- I want to see you" she stammered. "Please don't be angry with me"
"Damn it Wendy, not now, not a good time…" I walked across the room and turned back to the cabineted freezer, fetching another bottle of Chivas Regal and going back to the door to lean on it.
"Are you still there?" I asked, opening the wine bottle and pouring a moderate quantity into my mouth.
"Yes, ma'am" she answered.
"Oh. You're still there…" I bounced back to the bed again and laid down, giggling.
"What is it that you want again?" I raised my voice.
"I said I want to see you"
"Oh. Come on in then"
The door was pushed but it didn't open. "Is locked" her voice resounded in my ear from the other side.
"Give me a moment…" I dragged myself out of the bed, and plodded toward the door. I unlocked the door as I slugged down the wine.
I went back to the bed with the bottle in my hand. "You can open it now"
The door opened, letting in a fragment of music and laughter from the lounge as well as a slender, and gentle girl with stout blond hair drawn aback with a ribbon, a loose transparent nightie, and clear gray eyes. I sat right to check her out, as I was surprised that she looked more beautiful, even in the now faint lit room. She shut the door, silencing the background noise to a muffled roar.
I stood up sluggishly with the bottle in the firm clasp of my hand.
"What are you doing?" I chuckled in disbelief. Mandy was never into women, or maybe I just didn't know. And she wasn't a bad girl. She was gentle, fragile and innocent. I could desire to kill anyone, strangely, but not her. She was like a little antidote to a cup of poison.
She shrugged shyly and started slipping her pant down. As she bent to take it off from her cute legs, her firm but tender boobs plumped out. She flinged her panties on my bed, and her clothe hugged her aroused nipples.
"Umm Mandy love, if it was because of what I said before… I didn't really mean it , I—" she walked briskly to me and placed a finger against my lips. My eyes widened.
"I know… I want you. I want to lay with you. You make me wet…" she whispered into my ear, with a soft nibble on it.
"I will take this…" she took the bottle away from my hand's grip and set it on the floor.
"Mandy, I must warn you… I'm not the soft type, I don't know how to take it easy, and I'm a hard woman, I don't think you can handle it I—"
My lips were shut from parting to words as she pressed her wet lips on mine. "You talk too much" she muttered.
The alcohol's toil was taking it's effect on my body… Mandy pushed me on the bed with a finger pressed against my body and I fell without pressure. She stripped off naked, and came on the bed.