Chapter Hundred-and-Eighty-Nine
**3rd Person POV**
“There's no point pointing fingers now, Ashton. What's the deal with Prince Aegan?” asked George.
“That is why you need to do more relationships. You do not destroy your friends…”
“Friends? Is that what you call them? They betray me and you call them friends? It's making me doubt your friendship,” said George. Irvette was happy the conversation remained between them and they were not interested in her. She hoped they would forget her and argue themselves to death. It was a long shot but it was worth hoping.
They continued to argue for a while and as the argument became heated, Irvette could barely make out what they were saying. Their argument came to an end just as abruptly as it had started. The two of them went quiet and Irvette who had her eyes shut wondered if she was safe. She knew they had not gone quiet because they had wandered off somewhere else because she could feel their gaze on her body.
She lay as still as possible while resisting the urge to sneeze. It was a difficult position and she was terrified. She could not help but wonder if they had planned to have her head for dinner.
“A beauty,” commented Ashton after a full minute of silence that felt like an hour-long silence to Irvette.
“I did tell you that she will surpass your expectations. For a werewolf she's not bad, huh?” quipped George with a cynical laugh.
“Prettier than some of our girls, I'll have to give you that. You mention a child?” Irvette's heart began to beat rather rapidly. Were they referring to Harlin?
“What do you intend to do with it?” asked Ashton. Irvette had to strain her ears to get their message clearly.
“He is very young. He will not remember his mother. Perhaps I could groom him; make him amenable to my purpose, you know?” quipped George. Irvette could only imagine the sickening smile on his face. It made her want to throw up.
“I was thinking the same thing. The slaves in the new world would come to like him,” returned Ashton.
The two of them laughed.
Irvette felt a kick in her stomach. It was sudden and very painful. It sent her screaming, blowing her unconscious cover.
“Awake? huh?”
“She must be hungry.”
“She's a bit fat, don't you think? She needs to be on a diet.”
Their mockery brought hot tears to her eyes. She could not come around to accepting that she was now helpless. She could not warn anybody of the impending vampire loot; she could not help her son. She cried even harder knowing that she would never get to see her baby again and worse still that George intended to use her sweet little boy to advance his sickening policies.
The men had yet to finish laughing when loud knocks were heard from the inside. It seemed as though there was some sort of mob outside. Irvette could hear the faint cry of people chanting. The men noticed too and it was decided that Ashton carry Irvette. Promptly, Irvette was placed inside a black bag and once she was secured in it, she was lifted up and dropped pretty hard to ensure she lost consciousness.
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A group of delinquent boys were playing in the field when one dared another to pluck a flower at the tail end of the valley. The valley was a bit further from where they were playing and the dare was so stirring because they had been warned not to go anywhere near the valley. Their village was among the few that had been spared in the mass murders caused by George. So when they had received word that many of his victims had been left to rot in valleys, the elders of the small village had wisely counselled their young not to go anywhere near the bottom of the valley.
It was a pretty small village that thrived on gossip and so before long the stories spun into fearful tales. George was described as a vampire with impossible long fangs; some said he was a beast with long claws; others said he had pines on his body which he used to poke his victims. There were fantastical unchecked stories about him and it kept the fear burning in the hearts of all the residents. Nobody ever went down there.
Except of course boys who loved to dare each other and pretend they were tough. The truth however was that no one ever went to the bottom of the valley when they were dared to. They only made a show of it to prove to the other boys they were not pussies.
Aaron however, took his dare rather seriously. When he was dared to go down the valley and come back with a flower, he went all the way down. The other boys continued to play and no one even noticed that Aaron never came back up. When they eventually did, it was decided that Aaron had chickened out and had gone to cry in his mother's lap.
Hours later Aaron's mother knocked on the doors of six boys to demand her son. She was almost in tears as she went from house to house. She blamed herself a little for her missing child. Aaron had always said that he was not interested in playing with the other boys claiming that they bullied him. She had dismissed his concerns, urging her son instead to make friends.
It was not long before the village was roused and everyone was asking the boys where they had left their friend. The boys looked at one another terrified. They all knew where Aaron had gone to but if they said a word they would be in trouble for the rest of their lives.
An hour passed and despite the streams that Aaron's mother cried, they refused to say anything.
After a while one of the boys, Nathan, could not take it anymore. He knew Aaron had gone down that valley because he had seen the boy go in that direction and even though he'd watched for a long time, he had not seen him come back up.
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