DEATH IN TWO FORMS.

THE DEVIL MIGHT NOT BE THE UGLY CREATURE THAT WE ALL THINK HE IS, SOMETIMES HE’S THE MAN YOU’VE SPENT YOUR ENTIRE LIFE WITH, OR THE PRETTY MAN YOU ENJOYED ONE OF YOUR BEST NIGHTS WITH.

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WELCOME💕🌸

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ALICIA’S POV.

The poison.

That was the first thought that came to my mind as I opened my eyes the next morning, my body sore with pleasure. I blinked repeatedly, trying to chase away the rest of the sleep that was lingering in my eyes to focus on what had to be done. I shut my eyes deeply and yawned for one last time as I sat up.

The morning light oozed in from the window, giving more brightness to the dark room I entered last night. I glanced at the exquisiteness of it, far more pleasing to the eyes than the last time I was here with Walter, of course to watch him pleasure another woman.

I looked at his side of the bed to meet it empty, gingering me more to quickly look for where the small bottle had rolled to. This was my chance to pinning my death on him, and letting at least one man from this cruel world suffer. I had slipped back in my night dress from last night immediately we were done with the deed, and immediately slept off.

My feet touched the not too cold ground, my toes crumpling a bit as my knees hit the cold ground. My eyes scanned underneath the bed, a small smile on my face as I saw the green cover of the bottle, stretching my hand as I picked it up.

I stood up, feeling strong and without one care of what was about to happen, to live this world to join another. But as strong as the emotions came, sadness hit me quickly, making me sit gently at the edge of the bed.

I’ve drunk to stupor. I had an amazing sex last night with a man that I wanted to implicate. And now the hotel room that I hated so much and never looked forward to seeing was now giving me the best view from where I sat, watching all the tall houses and businesses of the pack through the window.

I heaved a deep sigh, closing my eyes to relish in the calmness and warmness of the morning before the real thing.

“Mommy, do you think I’m going to die?” One of my son’s question reverberated in my head.

A smile formed on my head, remembering how I had grasped his hand that day with tears in my eyes, patting him reassuringly, “you’re never going to die. If it comes to any of that, mommy would die for you. You’ll live and be strong.”

The smile on my face grew wider, the hollow in my stomach burning fiercely with pain and anger. I didn’t live up to my word with him, and I just allowed him to die like that, not replacing his place.

I opened my eyes back to the fine weather, meeting the glass again, “I’m going to see you soon.”

I looked down to the bottle in my hand, twisting the cap open and staring at the plain colorless liquid inside it. I had forgotten to ask the old man if it was even going to make it painful or if it was just going to be a silent death.

The only thing I remembered asking him was if it was going to just mix with my system, and no one would be able to tell how I died no matter how many investigations they did on it.

I brought the liquid close to my mouth, pouring the whole content and gulping it. It tasted sweet in my mouth, refreshing and child-like one. Another sigh of relief escaped my lips as I closed my eyes again, waiting for the poison to start work.

I opened my eyes as I heard the door open, snapping my head backwards to see him standing in front of the door.

“Thank goodness you’re still here.” I heard him say.

There was a look of anger and fury in his large black orbs as he rushed towards me, slamming the door in anger. He was wearing just a white t-shirt that clung to his entire muscle and a small black short, a towel in his hand which he threw angrily to the bed as soon as he was close to me.

“You’ve done something you fucking witch! What exactly did you do to me!” He growled angrily.

I smiled, “yesterday, a slut, today a witch. You sound so…

I didn’t finish my word as he wrapped his hand around my neck, squeezing me with my eyes widened, “I just woke up this morning and noticed there was nothing left of her in my brain! I’ll ask you one more time,” he said as the grip got tighter, my palms scratching on his to free me, “what have you done!”

“Wh…what memeory!”

“Her memory, you witch! I can’t remember anything about her! What..

“No…nothi…

He lifted me up, my feet leaving the ground as my eyes widened more to their last bit, “you think I’m joking! You think I care about a slut like you?” He scoffed out, his eyes squinted at me.

“I could kill you right now and not even the fucking alpha of this pack would say anything to it! What do you think you are?”

Instantly, I felt all my organs start stitching together, a pain swelling from deep within. I was going to die already. The pain was jerking in slowly. I stopped struggling in his arms, my face crumpling up and returning normal at each of the hurt I was feeling.

“There’s nothing left.” I said to him with a smile.

His eyes squinted more at me, “what do you mean? What’s not there?”

“You…” I started, coughing out. “You’re..going to be blamed for murder..” I added.

The scent of blood hit my nose as I coughed one out, his hand loosening on my throat as I fell to the floor with a thud. I had no idea if it was because of the pain I was feeling deeply that didn’t make falling on the floor hurt as I coughed more, more blood leaving my mouth.

“What did you do?” He asked, the confusion evident in his voice.

I looked up at him with my bloodied mouth and parted my lips for a huge smile, “I took poison. I’m going…” I coughed, “I’m going to die soon, and I..” another cough..

“It’s going to be on you.”

“You fucking bitch! I’m going to kill you!” He yelled out.

I watched him stay frozen for a while, his eyes staring at a place for so long while his face crumpled and crumbled deeply, anger, annoyance and irritation flashing in a space of minutes.

Suddenly he turned towards me, crouching down to my level, “do you know who I am?”

I managed to laugh with the pain, “a measly man who thinks all women are slut.”

He scoffed out, and a fear crept slowly to my back as his lips curled up in one of the deadliest smirk I’ve seen in my entire life, “Yes. And I’m also Artfold Panther.”

My eyes stopped moving, freezing right on him, and the entire world stopped for a while. I’ve heard that name so many times, and the horror on Walter's face anytime it came up was always so real, making me scared of the real person.

He grinned at me, as if satisfied with my look, “yes. I need you to be scared. You’re not dying today. But I’ll make sure you pray that you die every time you think back to this day, Slut.”

I had no idea if it was the poison or the shock from his words, but I slipped out of consciousness immediately and my entire world turned black.