Why Did They Kill Maeve In Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

I turned around and started walking towards the entrance when *BANG* I heard another gunshot which made my heart jump in fear. I turned back and saw another maid lying on the floor covered in a pool of blood. My eyes widened in horror as I looked at Xavier in disbelief. But his face remained impassive as he stared in my eyes directly, daring me to defy him again. A hidden caveat was glistening in his psychotic eyes which made me go off the deep end. I rushed to him and grabbed his collar. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?“, I shouted on his face but instead he grabbed my hair and pulled it as he made me look in his blood-red eyes.

I moved with calculated ease, avoiding the scattered patrols who still had no idea their entire security system had turned against them. Poor fools. As I approached the master wing, a guard rounded the corner, his rifle at the ready. I was on him before he could blink. One sharp twist—his neck snapped with a sickening crunch. He dropped like a marionette with its strings cut, his weapon slipping from his grasp. I stepped over the body without a second thought. The heavy oak doors at the end of the corridor loomed ahead. Behind them, Dominic Vance. The bastard who thought money could buy him invincibility.

Tears streaked her face as she stared at the man bleeding out beside her. "He’s a monster," she choked out. "He’s… he’s a Mafia boss. That’s why I didn’t want to marry him! I was terrified!" The world tilted. My stomach twisted violently as nausea clawed up my throat. Kael Visconti. The man who had just executed someone in cold blood. The man who had promised to help me escape Austin. The man I had run to for protection. He wasn’t my savior. He was something far, far worse.

Inside the room, Maeve’s deranged roar reverberated. She had stayed with her brother over at the hospital until midnight yesterday and originally intended to get a good night’s sleep to recuperate and wait until tomorrow to think of a strategy to deal with Tyr. However, she did not expect such a horrible thing to happen. Maeve trembled at the sight of the smearing campaign on her phone. “Who… Who exposed all this?” Maeve was currently unable to suppress her anger. It was as if she were a patient from the mental ward suffering from a psychotic episode. The originally magnificent bedroom was soon smashed to smithereens by her hands.

“Step back, Evelyn! Tell your expensive Sterling apes to drop their weapons right now, or I swear to you, I will paint these pretty limestone walls with your daughter’s brains before you can even twitch your trigger finger!” “Don't do it, Julian! Don't move!” I screamed, my hand shaking with a terrifying, primal maternal panic as I saw the hammer of Maeve’s gun click back into place. “Nobody fires! Nobody moves an inch!” “Smart choice, sister,” Maeve hissed, her eyes flashing with a deep, cornered desperation as she shoved Luna down onto her knees, keeping the revolver pinned to her skull. “You thought you were so brilliant, didn't you? You and your little data-prodigy freak boy! You thought

"What are you waiting for? Call the police! If a murder happened, our house prices will go down, too!" After all that, I realized how quickly people turned on each other. They loved drama, and as soon as something touched their own interests, they were the first to call the cops. Maeve slid down and collapsed, her face as white as paper. She trembled, her eyes full of fear. "Please don't kill me. I'll go to jail; I'll pay for my sins!" she begged. She kept pleading and groveling for mercy. "I'm really sorry. Please give me another chance!"

It wasn't like I meant to kill her. “It's not like I killed her deliberately. Maeve was a year older than Brittany and she was a lot more annoying than Brittany. She hated that I never gave Brittany attention and once she caught me with my high school girlfriend back then, she lost it and jumped at me on her sister's behalf.” My insides clenched and I exhaled. “I still can't explain how it happened. We were at the stairs at my house and she ran after me when she slipped and fell. I still can't place my hands on how she died. She just died. She tumbled down and died.” I swallowed painfully.

I stared at Amelia, adrenaline pounding through me, not quite able to comprehend what I was seeing. Maeve, her big black wolf, was crumpled on the ground. There was blood hissing from her neck, pooling on the earth beneath her. Her eyes rolled, fluttered, closed. She was dead. And, if I’d been quick enough, that would’ve been me. My heart twisted with remorse. I hadn’t been quick enough. Her dad cried out. He stumbled forward a step. “No,” he rasped, something shattering in his dark eyes. He shuttered them, reeling, and when he opened them again…

She gave me one last, grave look, a silent promise of her continued loyalty to the truth. She walked out, and the darkness rushed back in, now colder, heavier. I was left in pain and isolation, but the chaos had receded. I knew Maeve's death had been proven a murder, and I knew I had to survive until Gideon found the invisible signature connecting the exotic poison to Seraphina's perfect plot.

The four-poster bed with the dark blue velvet canopy still dominated the center of the space, my clothes still spilled out of drawers, my music box still on the vanity… And Maeve. My dear, sweet maid who I thought would meet me in the afterlife, if there even was one. I recalled, bitterly, how Natalie had killed her—run her right through with a sword when Maeve tried to stand up for me. She claimed Maeve had helped me commit the crime I hadn’t committed. But now… Was it possible? Had I been reborn, like Natalie? But… No. Maeve was still looking at me with confusion, which meant that she hadn’t been reborn, but rather…