Beautiful Creatures Series

Chapter 16: 14

It was almost 6:00 AM when Stanton came into the house quietly, trying not to wake her, but Aurora had been up all night wondering where he had been. “Where have you been?” She demanded as he closed the door. “Why are you, Hummingbird?”

“Why am I up?” She was stunned by the question and the state in which he was in. “Why are you covered in blood?”

“Don’t worry. It’s not mine,” he said, making his way to the washroom, where he peeled off his bloody clothes.

“Not yours? How’s blood, is it?” He didn’t answer as he threw his clothes on the floor and started the shower. Aurora watched him get in and stand under the water, letting it wash the blood away. “God damn it, don’t ignore me. Whose blood is it?” Stanton just shot her a look, and she knew exactly who’s blood it was. “You went back for him, didn’t you?”

“He deserved what he got,” he told her, taking the body wash from the edge of the tub.

“You killed him?”

Stanton washed the blood off his face and then turned to face her. “Not the first time and probably won’t be the last.”

“It’s murder.”

Stanton turned off the shower and grabbed a towel as he got out. “Don’t give me that self-righteous tone. You have killed people too.”

“To protect myself.”

“Bullshit!” He yelled at her making her jump. “You’ve killed people because you lost your temper,” he pointed at his face. “Look… look what that fucker did to me. I can never get my eye back and why because he was afraid that I would give his punk ass a beat down for insulting my girl. I did a public service killing him, one less asshole in the world,” he snarled as he found some clean clothes and got dressed. Aurora watched as he pulled his boots on. It looked like he was leaving again.

“Where are you going now?”

“Work,” he snapped. “The bills don’t pay themselves,” he opened the door and stormed out, slamming the door behind him so hard a picture fell off the wall, and the frame shattered upon impact with the floor.

Oh… that man.

***

“Oh, don’t worry about it, Aurora,” Aster said as she brought a big bowl of popcorn to the coffee table. Aster had the day off. She had left her assistant in command of her bakery in Aspen, claiming that every once and a while, even the boss needed a day off. So, she had invited Aurora over to rent a movie with the girls. “I’m sure they were careful. It’s not the first body the pack has disposed of.”

“Am I the only person who thinks what they did was wrong?” Aurora asked.

“You said yourself you wanted to kill the guy,” Aster pointed out as she sat down on the couch.

“I might have wanted to, but I didn’t.”

“You’re saying you have never killed anyone?” Charlotte asked from her place on the floor where she was sitting cross-legged and picking at the popcorn.

“I have but only in self-defence,” both women stared at her with the same expression, the one saying they weren’t buying her answer. “Ok, maybe 50% self-defence – 50% anger,” both women laughed. “What?”

“Yeah, we have heard that you have a bit of a temper,” Charlotte giggled.

Who said I had a temper?” She demanded with

“Oh yeah, I can clearly see that’s not

have a very small anger issue,” she said, reaching for the popcorn. “I’m just worried.

I’m sure he will be fine,” silence filled the room when the news came on. Charlotte had been browsing the rentals, but in the background, they could still hear what was playing on the TV. The anchorman was talking

rental’s list, and now they were watching the video coverage of the police retrieving the body. The station flashed a file photo of the victim they had gotten from the family. Aurora recognized the victim immediately. It was the man from the restaurant last night. His name was Rupert Dickson, and he was a son of a Colorado State Senator. “Oh shit,” Aster gasped and looked

confirmed. “This is bad,

really bad,” Charlotte confirmed.

that Senator is going to want his son’s death investigated,” Aster said. “Were there

“The place

is going to be the very first suspect,

believe it was an animal attack,” Aurora pointed

still going investigate,” Aster

and found

“So.”

to draw hunters,” Aster clarified.

that would be a bad

said, taking out her cellphone. “I have to

***

go inside, but he didn’t want to face Aurora. Not after he yelled at her earlier that day, he had been so angry about the way things were playing out, but it wasn’t Aurora’s fault. That girl was a frustratingly gorgeous magnet for assholes. He couldn’t blame her for the way others

up and got out of the vehicle. Taking a deep

but a pair of pink lace boy shorts and his favourite football jersey with the right side slipping off her shoulder and her hair swept up in one of those sloppy

smile to Stanton’s face. He still couldn’t believe that this was his life or that she was his girl. He never wanted to lose this, but he didn’t know if he could hold her. Aurora had

her to his presence. Aurora placed her pan down on a burner that was not on before she turned around and looked at him with relief. It was a look he had not expected. She rushed over to him and framed his face with her hands pulling him down so she

been calling you all day, and you have been ignoring me,” Aurora snarled. She was right. He had been ignoring her calls because he hadn’t known what to say to her. Still speechless, he offered her the flowers he had brought. She glanced at flowers and smiled. “They are

and yellows mean I’m

a playful grin. “How do you know

“Google,” he snickered.

look it up,” she said, returning to the

calls. I didn’t mean to make you worry. I just didn’t know what to say. I needed some time to think,” Stanton said as he took a seat at the

with cheese, and pan-fried in brown butter and sage,” Aurora said as she plated the food that had been cooling in the pan. She brought

his fork. He was dying

next to

had called a few times that day, but Stanton had not answered because he hadn’t felt like talking to anyone. He had every intention of calling his pack leader back later in the evening. “I think he called once or twice, but I didn’t answer,” Stanton was getting a bad feeling. “Is there

“The man you killed….”

talk about him. It’s over. Let us leave it in the

“It’s not over.”

let the

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