Jack the Ripper

Yolie:
I open my eyes, slowly. There’s day light coming through the curtains . I wrinkle my brow. Haven't I slept at all? I thought it would be dark by now. Reaching out my hand, I take my cell, looking at the time on it’s screen. The knife is right where I left it, resting on the nightstand.
11:30 am July 9

WTF?!

I've been asleep for two days! Getting out of bed and going under the shower, I take a slow hot bath, enjoying the water. I have stopped suffering from hot flashes, cold sweat attacks and sudden changes in temperature in general. I know exactly why.
I dress fast. A blue blouse and a brown knee- length skirt, leaving bedroom and running downstairs. Alex is in the kitchen, extracting a bag of blood from the microwave, preparing to pour the blood into a goblet. He stops his actions when he sees me, looks at me and releasing a sigh.
He looks pale, haggard.
Can vampires get sick? I wonder.
Pressing his lips together, he pours the blood out slowly. I look away playing with the chain of the star stone. Finally he moves away from near the refrigerator and I attacks it.
—I thought you wouldn't wake up. - He whispers.
—I was tired.
—I was worried about you.
I look at him, having a spoonful of peanut butter stuck in my mouth. I take it out giving him a fake smile.
—I'm awake already. Don't panic, I'm fine.
He drinks from his goblet, walking away. Patrick walks in through the kitchen door. He comes distractedly, staring at the screen of his cell phone. He looks at me suddenly and freezes in his tracks.
Well, this couldn't be more awkward.
Patrick glances at Alex's back, straightens up, and attempting to smile at me.
—Miss Bruzain.- he greets me and I roll my eyes, turning my back on him.

Someone knocks the Villa's door. Alex immediately stiffens. Patrick materializes at the door, yanking it open. He roars and assumes a defensive stance on the spot. Alex materializes next to him, looking at the intruder with disdain.
I put the butter jar and spoon on the counter, walking over to them. Looking outside, over Alex’s shoulder, my heart instantly falls to the ground.
There are four people standing a few steps from the door. Two tall, burly men, stand closer, their appearance exudes evil. Kira stands right in front of us, I notice her cheeks are wet with tears. One of her cheeks is reddened and the corner of her lip is split and bleeding.
Behind her stands a tomboy. Her hair is rather blond, abundant, although short, and barely concealed under a cap thrown back; her fleshy cheeks and her complexion fair. Her mouth draws a macabre smile and her magnificent blue eyes illuminate her angelic-looking face. She holds a shiny dagger against Kira's bruised neck and I know instantly who she is.
Jeanne. As Yoleandra described her in her vision, she mistook her with a boy because the vampiress' dressed like one.
—Let the girl go, Jeanne, if you do I'll be merciful. - Alex threatens through clenched teeth.
The girl laughs and shakes her head.
—How about we make an exchange, Mégas? I give you your best friend's slut in exchange for the witch.
Patrick growls, showing his fangs.

In spite of everything, Kira seems quite calm, she doesn't struggle, she doesn't try to escape and her gaze seems lost...
Oh, she's under compulsion!
—If you've hurt her I will kill you myself! – Patrick roars.
Jeanne smiles sweetly.
—We just hit her a little bit. Pierre and Willielmes ... - she says shaking her head in her henchmen direction. - ... they wanted to have fun with her, but I didn't let them.
She pouts, adopting the expression of a brat.
—Our Mégas wouldn't have liked us to have mistreated her some more ... Or would he?
Alex and Patrick head out the door and throwing themselves at Jeanne. Jeanne thugs stand up to them and the nasty combat begins.
They fight like cats, growling and hissing and turning the front yard upside down. Grass flies all over the place, They run at supersonic speed and I'm unable to capture all the movements that neither the attackers nor Alex or Patrick make.
Jeanne whistles in my direction and I focus on her.
—Well ... I think we've been left alone. - She lengthens her words sounding as she were a cobra.
**There is an immortal being who is looking for you to end your life for fear that, involuntarily, you will end the one which was given...
I warn you: Do not let your guard down in the face of the former, and do not put too much trust in the latter, both will rip your beating heart from your chest if allowed.**
The warnings of the Grimoire echo in my mind.
Jeanne backs away taking Kira with her, walking in the direction of the beach, to the very fateful stretch of beach where Alex and I...
Focus Yolie, focus.
I follow them, knowing it's me who she really wants but I have to make sure she doesn't hurt Kira
—I'm a bit disappointed.- says. - After spying on you from afar and after seeing the storm you raised in Athens, I hoped, that at closer inspection, you were a little more... witchy.
I frown.
*Where have I heard that before?*
She flings Kira onto a pile of sand. The dagger she holds in her hand glows red. I open my eyes wide. Did she cut Kira's throat?
I run in a blind panic, coming to the girl and inspecting her neck quickly, sighing in relief. It's just a scratch.
Jeanne laughs out loud behind me. If Eleni was immature this girl is a hemorrhoidal crisis!
You will face the first one very soon. Watch out! Don't be blinded by his apparent nobility, behind his beautiful face hides a limitless evil...
I turn to face her. Yoleandra warned me, only¨ he¨ is a very insane ¨she¨.
Kira will be fine, right now the one in danger of extinction is me... Jeanne is too close. She throws the dagger a few inches up into the air and captures it again with the opposite hand. I take several steps back, needing to buy some time.
— They're not coming to rescue you. My friends know what they do.- she whispers.
—I had always allowed my... boys to have fun and commit the murders in my place but you have earned it. I have come for you in person. – she walks around me, like a panther playing with its prey.
—All the women in your family are dirty whores. Did you know? I was very proud to see how they were gutted one by one ... I will never understand your type. Lowering yourselves before men and becoming their whores. If that bastard hadn't forced me, I'd still be chaste and pure. Maybe that's why I enjoyed watching all those women die. I hated each of them for their sinful behaviors, they didn't deserve redemption but hell.
—The Laveau sisters weren't easy victims, you know? I remember them well, my boys had to work hard to get rid of them, the oldest one was particularly troublesome, but hey... she was one and there were three of us. Her sister offered quite a bit of resistance, but a couple of stabs to vital organs and voilà...
—You have been particularly difficult to... dispose of. - She looks at me thoughtfully. - but you cannot deny that you deserve the same fate as the rest of them. Your little scene on the Edem beach helped me verify that you are as slutty as they were!
Aya, my poor Aya was a saint! She raised her son, my father, all by herself and managed taking her family through hard times out of pure will power.
—My grandmother died because of you! - I groan in pain.
—Oh, don't be such a cry baby. We weren't so bad with her.- she says mockingly.- The poor old woman wasn't able to withstand a sad pair of slaps. She just died.- opens her eyes as if she is surprised.
—If it hadn't been for... the date framed in red on the calendar on the refrigerator door, where it was clearly written Graduation and party at Yunior's house... we wouldn't have found you.
—That note was a huge clue, even the address of the house was written. We just had to wait until you were far enough away from other humans and Bam!!! - She smiles amused.
I hate her.
—Jeanne, listen to me. Alexandros made his decision. He wants to rest, that doesn't affect you.
—That affects us all! - she yells angrily, her face turning red with rage.- What if when he ceases to exist, all of us who were created by him disappear too?
—You won't. I can guarantee it. - I tell her, it is the simple truth. The spell won't affect anyone else.
Jeanne looks at me in disbelief.
—Why should I believe you? You would say anything to save your skin. Even if it doesn't affect us directly, the loss of our leader will only sow chaos among us. - She walks coming closer, making me back down.
—Who will rule in his place? Ah? - she continues.- The China man, who hates humans more than anything and dreams of replacing them all with his precious machines, only he cannot find a substitute for blood?
—Oh, no wait ... the conceited Cleo? She will take over the entire world in less than a month. That woman is power- hungry.
—And let's not forget Vlad... hmm, a very good candidate for king of us all, he will try to convince us keeping peace with humans through sex and sadomasochism.
I make a face. Well, no.
—We cannot lose him.-she says vehemently. - Our Mégas is...He is... essential.

And I understand it. For a second I ponder letting her kill me. I'm cursed anyway, according to Yoleandra I will have to face the rest of my sad life without love. Everyone wins if I die here, I will escape a punishment worse than death, the vampires won't lose their King and psycho Jeanne will fastly calm her down.
Pfffffff.
I think such stupid things sometimes! Let myself be killed for them? Why?! What have they done for me? I was kidnaped , lied to, used and made fun of, that's what they have done to me.
Okay, I'm heartbroken... yes. I'm depressed ... yes. Alex doesn't love me and just considers me a bit of fun... it hurts, but yeah. My life right now sucks, but I'm not giving up. I've never hurt anyone, I'm a good person, I deserve to live. I'm going to live. I'm not throwing in the towel right now.
Who knows and maybe I will be able to circumvent the destiny Yoleandra prophesied? Who knows and maybe I will be able to find some happiness?
Who knows, and while Eleni grows up , maybe I can hang out with Vlad for a while?
A cry of pain echoes through the air. Jeanne and I turn in the same direction at once, I recognize that voice really well. Alex, he was the one who yelled, I'm sure of it.

* Oh no, oh no.*

Jeanne’s gonne pale.
*Did one of her henchmen hurt Alex?*
I scowl at her.
*I'm sorry little girl but I don't have time to play with yo, I have to go see what have they done to my stupid ex.*

The star stone is on its chain around my neck. I find it and lock it in my fist, quickly searching my mind for the fastest way to get rid of Jeanne.
—Light disappears. In the eyes of my enemy, darkness grows. Lose the clarity of your gaze, from this moment you will see no more!
Jeanne yelps, the spell has worked, she has gone blind. She spreads her trembling hands in front of her and growls.
—Very good trick. I must admit, it is... uncomfortable not being able to see where I'm going. - She advances in my direction and I run away without turning my back on her.
—I remind you that I can hear you, and I can smell you, you filthy witch. I don't see you but I know exactly where you are. - she hisses.- If I get close enough I'll kill you with a single stab... what do you think of that ? I will be ... good to you.
She smiles widely in my direction and all the blood freezes in my veins.
She's right, if she gets too close I'll be screwed. And I cannot recite a poem to deprive her of each of her senses, one at a time, it would take me too long, magic has its rules...
My eyes become slits, whether or not I save my life depends on keeping this psychopath far enough away from me.
I clench the star stone in my fist once more. A wind picks up. The girl turns to me, apparently she has realized what I'm trying to do. Brakes in a wild run towards me. Her eyes are completely white and her face frankly scares the shit out of me. It seems likes she comes in slow motion, demon face, dagger in hand.
— ... come to me and do my will. - I recite aloud the last verses of the spell I had begun in my mind, pointing my index finger at her and she is immediately struck by lightning.
She falls to the ground, grunting and squirming in pain. I take about twenty steps back. She reeks of burned flesh. The sight of Jeanne's charred body terrifies me. Within seconds she begins healing, her skin quickly turning white and flawless, jumps to her feet, her clothes are scorched but otherwise she looks like absolutely nothing has happened to her. She shows me her fangs and lunges at me, again.
I've always heard it said that lightning doesn't strike the same place twice... well, if you piss off a witch that's not entirely true.
Lightning strikes her again. And another time and another. She grunts, groans, and squirms in pain, on the beach’s white sand.
—Te ferai mal, malheureux putain!- she yells in French.
I've no idea what she said, but the "putain" part I understood perfectly.