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Katherine remarked, emotionlessly, "My elder brother." How did you learn his name?

Last week, he was at Elizabeth's home. He was spat on by the kitty. Matt hesitated, obviously recalling another thought. "And Denis had a psychological fit of some kind."

"She had a foresight? "She stated-she said that Death was in the home," was what she claimed.

Katherine focused on the entrance. Elizabeth and Dominic have already gone. She was accurate. Katherine focused on the entrance. Elizabeth and Dominic have already gone. She was accurate. Think like what? Katherine spoke harshly. "Disoriented? A vampire?

Matt averted his gaze. "Both."

"As for the first, now that she's been fed, she could start acting more logically. Dominic certainly feels that that. There is just one thing you can do for the other to improve her situation. Katherine continued as hope began to appear in Matt's eyes. "You may obtain a spike made of wood and drive it through her heart. She will then cease to be a vampire. She will only be dead.

After standing up, Matt headed to the window.

But because she's already been killed, you wouldn't be murdering her. Matt, she perished in the river. But since she had received enough blood from me—he stopped to collect himself—and, it seemed, from my brother, she transformed rather than passing out instantly. She made us hunters awake. She will always be like that.

Matt responded while still facing the other way. "I've always sensed something special about you. I justified it to myself by pointing out that you are a foreign national. He again gave a mocking head shake. "But I knew it was more than that deep down. And something kept reassuring me that I could put my faith in you, which I did.

Similar as when you accompanied me to acquire the vervain,

"Yeah. the same." "Can you explain me what the heck that was for, please," he continued. "To keep Elizabeth safe. Dominic was not to be around her, in my opinion. But it seems that she had a change of heart after all. He was unable to control the anger and blatant betrayal in his words.

Matt swiveled. "Katherine, hold off on passing judgment until you get all the information. That's one lesson I've picked up.

He gave Katherine a jump before cracking a faint, humorless grin. He and Matt were now in the same boat as being Elizabeth's ex-boyfriends. He questioned if he would handle it with the same grace as Matt did. Accept his loss with grace.

He didn't believe it.

The noise had started outside. Katherine nearly disregarded it since it was inaudible to human ears before the words entered his brain.

Then he recalled what he had just done at this school a short while before. He had completely forgotten about Tyler Smallwood and his nasty companions up until that point.

Now that the recollection had resurfaced, his throat was constricted by guilt and dread. His rationality had buckled under the strain of his overwhelming sadness for Elizabeth. That, however, did not justify what he had done. Did they all pass away? Had he murdered six people today despite his long-standing vow not to kill?

Katherine, hold on. What's your destination?" When he remained silent, Matt followed him out of the main school building and onto the blacktop, half racing to catch up. Mr. Shelby was standing beside the Quonset hut on the other side of the field.

It resembled the Mad Slasher chamber from the fundraising for the haunted house. However, this wasn't a tableau that had been put up for guests. It was real.

In the midst of wood and glass fragments from the broken window, bodies were scattered all over the place. Red-brown and ominous-looking as it dried blood was spattered on every surface that could be seen. And one glance at the corpses made it clear why: each had two vivid purple neck wounds. With the exception of Caroline's, whose neck was unblemished but whose eyes were vacant and fixed.

Matt was choking back his breath behind Katherine. Elizabeth said, "Katherine, she didn't-"

Katherine said tersely, "Be quiet. He turned to look at Mr. Shelby, but the janitor was resting against his cart of brooms and mops after stumbling over to it. As he traversed the floor to kneel next to Tyler, Katherine's feet rubbed across gritty glass.

not deceased At the realization, Katherine's relief erupted. When Katherine raised Tyler's head, his eyes opened in a slit and were hazy and unfocused. Tyler's chest pumped haltingly.

You don't recall anything, Katherine said to him in her head. He questioned why he was bothering even while he was doing it. He should just leave Fell's Church, stop right now, and never return.

But he refused. Not for the time Elizabeth was present.

He mentally collected the other victims' unconscious minds into his grip and told them the same thing, feeding it deeply into their brains. You can't recall who assaulted you. The afternoon is completely blank.

His mental Powers began to shake as he did so, much like overworked muscles. He was about to go crazy.

Mr. Shelby was yelling outside after finally finding his voice. Katherine twisted around and groggily let Tyler's head fall through his clutches to the ground.

Matt's nose flared and his lips pulled back as if he had just inhaled something repulsive. His eyes were unfamiliar eyes. He said, "Elizabeth didn't. It was you.

Be silent! He felt the frigid air on his burning flesh as Katherine pushed by him into the mercifully coolness of the night, separating them. Running footsteps near the cafeteria indicated that some people had finally heard the janitor's calls.

You accomplished it, didn't you? Matt had gone to the field after Katherine. His voice indicated that he was striving to comprehend.

He was approached by Katherine. Yes, he growled, "I did it. He gave Matt a death gaze while displaying all of his rage and menacing expression. I informed you that we are hunters, Matt. Killers. We are the wolves, and you are the sheep. Since I've been here, Tyler has asked for it every day.

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