A Fatal Grace の小説・ストーリー

“If we burst through those doors, we might not reach her faster than they will kill her. We don't know who or how many they are, and we can't risk her life.” “What the fuck do we do then?” I growled, growing impatient. Instead of replying, he nodded his head and I followed him round the building till we got to the window. Different scents mixed with hers filled the air then….blood. Her blood. My blood ran cold and in the next second, I jumped in through the window and everything turned red. Tabitha sat lifeless on a chair in a pool of blood and Jason, his wide, my maid and fucking Karla stared at me with shock, a bloodied sword in Jason's hand.

*Grace will die,* I decided, my hands clenching into fists. *Whatever it takes, however long it takes—she will die, and Jace will finally understand that I'm the only one who ever truly deserved him.* But the mining complex disaster had proven one thing clearly: I couldn't eliminate Grace with the resources I currently had available. Her grandfather's intelligence networks were too comprehensive, her own tactical skills too advanced, and the partnership she'd formed with Jace too strong for simple assassination attempts to succeed.

she said, her voice hushed, "there's something you need to know." "Spit it out, Grace. What the hell is it?" I demanded, my gaze fixed on her, a knot of unease tightening in my gut. For the first time all morning, Isabella momentarily faded from my thoughts, replaced by a sudden, cold dread. Why was my heart hammering like this? Grace's voice was barely a whisper. "Miss Isabella... something happened to her." then she gulped down hard, "Fatal accident..."

Charlie being a vampire changes our history and her feelings towards me are all a painful past she can look back and smile with no regrets while I was mortal even if I was a supernatural. Death was the natural order of living things and I would face it shortly especially if Rogue brings the prophesy about the war to fulfillment. Grace started to stir in her sleep before her eyes fluttered open slowly. She looked at the ceiling with so much unfamiliarity before her eyes found mine. We remained frozen in our positions before a faint smile panted on her face before dropping. “Eli… jah.” Grace said weakly as she tried to sit up. “Don’t get up.” I said as she fell down on the bed with a soft plop

“You think I don’t know that you purposely blamed your miscarriage on Arla, don’t you? You won’t escape punishment here, and she won’t let you off the hook either!” Rebecca’s face fell. I was not that happy to see them fight amongst themselves. Although I had sought justice for myself, I was dead. Their shameful pretense of love had been exposed before me. It was pathetic, but I was heartbroken. My spirit had been through the wringer. I could see that I would soon disappear from this world. I could not waste a second longer. With that in mind, I pushed myself to fly toward my daughter. She blinked and stared at me curiously. Then, she grinned.

"Yes... I want vengeance." Seeing he had come to his senses, Uncle Zac pulled the silver cross pendant from his pocket and held it in front of Farrow's face. The cold silver glint stung Farrow's eyes. "Use your head, Farrow." "The M.E. just said Grace has been dead for at least forty-eight hours." "But just yesterday, Betty came to you with this cross, crying that Grace threw it in her face." "How does a dead woman show up on the street to throw her pendant at Betty?"

If this keeps going. “Winny,” I called out, trying to stay as calm as I could be. “You need to calm down.” Winny shifted her gaze to me swiftly, her face softened for a heartbeat before her rage took over again. “Grace is dead, Sean,” her normal voice came back. “She is dead! I have no use for living. Each one of them will pay.” She turned to them. “And they will pay with blood.” “Winny. Listen. You can bring her back, you have tried this before. You can do it before it’s too late.”

"And her father's locked up. And forty-seven people are comatose. And how many others are erased permanently? How much damage before we admit the truth?" "Which is?" "Grace needs to die." Jennifer said it flatly. Certainly. "Before she accidentally destroys everything. Before her experiments kill us all. Before she—" Grace disappeared. Not phase-shift. Not teleportation. Just—gone. And I felt it through the collective. Felt her quantum signature scattering. Felt her doing what Jennifer suggested. Felt my daughter trying to kill herself to protect everyone else. "No!" I screamed. Reached through dimensional framework. Grabbed for Grace's fragmenting consciousness. "Grace, don't—"

The one page containing Grace's final words. Had vanished.

"Because your existence blocks my path. Enjoy your final moments, Sylvie. From now on, you don't exist." "Is that right?" The corner of my mouth twitched upward. Chloe froze. "What?" I slowly stood up, brushing the dust off my knees. The pained look on my face vanished. Chloe's jaw practically hit the floor. "But... the heart attack! Why aren't you dead?" I said coldly, "If I hadn't played dead, how would I have gotten you to admit you were trying to murder me?" She blinked, then scoffed, regaining her composure. "So what? You can't call the cops. You aren't actually hurt. Worst-case scenario, I get detention and a lecture."