Page 111 of Lost Girl

Sneering it.

Leaving me utterly speechless as a gust of wind billows through the room, whirling a deluge of emotions about. Silence falls in its wake as I look to Peter in disbelief, and he, in turn, bores into her.

“That’s right, Wendy—Peter’s my brother. Well, half brother, but still, we share the same blood, nonetheless. I didn’t know this—oh no.” She rolls her eyes. “I didn’t find this out until recently. Peter, here, though—he knew. He knew I was his little sister, and he still fucked me, filled me with his weak cum, took my goddamn virginity.”

“T, ENOUGH!” Peter grits murderously through his teeth, shocking me out of my skin. I’ve never heard that tone from him. Ever.

“Oh, I’ve had enough. That’s why I’m here. Tell me, Peter… Did you like fucking me? Did you like fucking your sister?” She takes precise, predatory steps toward him.

“Stop,” he grits again.

“Why, because you don’t want to admit it aloud? You don’t want your little wench to hear how much you liked fucking your younger sister”—another step—“How you lied to me, how you fucking used me, how you left me, how you fucking broke me!”

“Please st—”

The rest never comes to be.

She’s on him in a single breath, a vicious growl impeding the airwaves. “I fucking killed myself over you! Sobbed for you until I nearly cried my eyes out! I loved you, and the worst part is, you let me love you despite knowing it was wrong!”

I can’t hear anymore...

“Please, let me go,” I simper, sniffling through the silent tears now streaming down my face. “Please, I didn’t know any of this.”

“We know, but witnesses are an issue,” she snaps, never once letting her gaze stray from Peter.

“I won’t tell a soul, I swear on everything,” I plead.

And I wouldn’t have because who in their right mind would ever have believed me anyway? You imagine me ringing the police after Tinksley and Hook left, claiming that vampires held me down while they murdered Peter in cold blood? They would’ve thrown me in a padded room and called it a bloody day.

With my strangled moans erupting in waves, Hook’s fangs still lodged in my neck, I watch Tinksley smile wickedly, pointing the sword at her man. “Don’t kill her. I want her to see this.”

Hook unlatches immediately with a content sigh, locking his fingers into my hair in a tight fist, matching crimson rivers pouring down his chin and my neck.

The scent of blood, that chilling stench of death wafts around us, it makes me sick. Especially when I note the state of Peter. He’s nearly limp, whimpering, and… Oh. My. God… He’s… He’s missing his member.

Dropping the sword to the ground, Tinksley drags him onto his feet and pins him to the wall, her breaths ragged. “Once upon a time, I loved you. Now, I absolutely detest you. Even as I’m watching you bleed out, struggling to breathe, I feel nothing but regret. You are the biggest mistake of my entire life, and I hope you rot in hell for the rest of time knowing that.”

And then she shoves his bloodied dick down his throat.

So far down there is no gasping for air. He simply slips from her grip, and right as he’s falling, she makes quick work of retrieving the hooked sword, slicing it through the air, and severing his head from his body. Nothing but a moment ticks by when a double thud resounds through the air, both pieces of his being hitting the ground.

“Don’t scream, or you’re next,” she says to me, pointing the sword in my direction.

Hook’s brow quirks in confusion. “Weren’t we going to ki—”

“We will, eventually.” She holsters the bloodstained weapon once more. “But I have a better idea for now.”

And we all know what that better idea was now.

I’m sobbing, full-on sobbing as the entire scenario replays faster and faster each time, reminding that my most of life—at least the parts that included Peter—was a lie. A giant lie. He may have loved me before he murdered Clara, but if fate has proven anything to me, it’s that what’s meant to be is always meant to be, and Peter was always meant to be a monster.

Just like he was meant to die for his sins and I was meant to pay off the interest because, in doing so, I’d meet Tavi—and Tavi was always meant to be mine, much like I was meant to be his.

Peter wasn’t my forever. Tavi was.

And I want my forever back.

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