The Bunny Graveyard Chapter 2 Novels & Stories

"You will have to provide the remaining portion." "Like what?" I inquired, perplexed. "Consider a bunny emerging from the bushes," he answered. I followed his instructions, and a few moments later I saw a white-furred bunny hop out from behind a bush. I was immediately captivated by the bunny and allowed my animal instincts to take over, creeping up on the poor bunny. It seems that the bunny detected my scent as he spun around and bounded off. I ran as fast as I could, chasing after it. However, the bunny's appearance changed to that of Zara just as I was getting close enough.

The rabbit kept up with her, bouncing quickly across the ground, leading her into the gloom of the ancient pines. Cassidy dragged herself into the gloom, faltering, and collapsing on her side. Her breath heaved, her broken body refusing to go any further. The rabbit came bounding back. It nudged her carefully. Cassidy couldn't move. She couldn't even find the energy to shift to her larger form. She just lay on the forest floor and wheezed helplessly.

Anthony seemed drunk. The minute he walked through the door, the strong stench of alcohol hit me. Before my ghost friends and I could even guess what had happened, Anthony staggered straight into the bedroom, looking like his soul had been sucked out again. He threw his arms around my urn and suddenly started to sob. My friends were dumbfounded; the cards slipped from my hands and scattered all over the floor.

“This thing’s ancient. It’s probably the oldest grave in the whole graveyard. It must be a relative of hers or something. You know, an ancestor. With the same name.” “It’s not,” I say. “This is Mia’s grave.” Kitty’s expression is guarded. “That doesn’t make any sense,” she says. “This has been here… what… two years?” I nod my head. The light is sinking quickly behind the trees. No way do I want to be stuck in a cemetery at night. “Let’s go,” I say, turning my back on the grave. “There’s something I need to show you before it gets dark.” “Finally,” says Kitty, following behind me. “I was waiting for you forever. I’m sure all the frozen berries I bought are melted. So much for my healthy smoot

I didn't stop walking. The Gillan estate was only a few hundred yards from the Quirrels' since they were located within the same neighborhood. As soon as we reached the villa's entrance, a young man rushed out, and his face alight with exhilaration. "Aunt Susan, come quick. Charlie's woken up. He's awake." Her eyes widened in disbelief, and tears instantly welled up. She stumbled toward the house, muttering, "Awake? Charlie's awake? Is it true?"

Chapter twenty Lucia's pov After I had searched my room some more, I decided to go down the stairs to do more searching for my bunny. My heart was doing acrobatics in my ribcage and for once I didn't even mind it. My precious bunny was gone. The towel bed I made for it was destroyed, the water basin turned over and I was just so angry with myself right now. “I can't believe I was so careless.”

"You won't need to go to school anymore. You can just stay home and be your sister's maid. Take good care of her." "Okay." I nodded obediently, playing along. As we talked, Luna started selecting the first batch of bunny girls for tonight. She glanced at the fading red hives still covering my skin and looked away in disgust. She pointed at Drew and a few other girls. "You girls, come with me." Before leaving, Drew turned back and shot me a smug look. "Be a good little sister and wait for the good news." My chest tightened. Poor Drew had no idea what she was walking into.

The cemetery attendant was already familiar with Luna's movement. Luna stood at the edge of her mother’s grave, the wind carrying the scent of earth and wildflowers as it brushed against her skin. The day had begun to fade into dusk, and the cemetery had a quiet stillness, broken only by the rustling leaves and the distant chirps of birds. Unfortunately, her chirpiness had been dampened by the atmosphere of the grave yard. It was a stark reminder of the current wreckage that was her life.

Hazel wandered into the garden, where her newfound rabbit friend eagerly awaited its morning treat. She offered a handful of vegetables, particularly favoring the carrots. Wyatt's voice, unexpectedly close, made her turn. He held two coffee mugs in his hands. "So you two have become friends," he remarked, kneeling beside her. Hazel cradled the bunny in her hands, rubbing its nose affectionately. Wyatt issued a playful warning, "Be careful; it might just bite your nose."

Wait—what? Another bouquet? Same flowers. Fresh. Same type. Same smell. Same damn cut stems. The kind only she used to love. No one else knew. Only a few people even knew where this grave was. I made sure of that. I bent lower. My eyes scanned the grass. Something glinted between the stems. I reached for it. A toy. A tiny stuffed rabbit. Dirty. Ragged. Like it had been dragged through hell and back. There was a stain on its ear, red. Or maybe brown.”