The Crown's Obsession

Chapter 473 You again- Part 3

473 You again- Part 3

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Beth wasn't as alone as she thought she was in the forest. Someone had entered the forest, making their way towards where she was. The person stood not too far away behind her, watching her cry over the demon who was dead.

"Funny, isn't it? How people keep dying who are near you."

Beth turned in the direction of the voice to see the person who spoke to her. Her eyes blinked the tears away to see the woman she had hoped not to meet. It was Jennine.

"You shouldn't be that surprised," said Jennine, who stood next to a tree.

"What are you doing here?" asked Beth with a heavy heart.

"I?" questioned Jennine, "I have wanted to meet and spend some time with you. Every time I wanted to talk to you, your sister was always there. Hovering over you, you must have felt suffocating, isn't it?"

Beth slowly stood up from her place.

"The last time I saw you, I was so excited. So happy to see you, but I didn't expect you to be hanging out with another demon who wasn't me," Jennine had a look of disappointment in her voice. "I came looking for you, searching in the castle tonight. I don't care about the dark angel. You are my friend, Beth. You are all I care about. But I didn't expect someone to mistake you as the dark angel. I would have never made that mistake."

Beth knew that Madeline had killed Jennine twice in the past, yet here she was alive.

"What did you want to speak about?" questioned Beth, and she saw Jennine offer her the politest smile that only turned Neth queasy.

"Just the normal things," Jennine started to make her way towards Beth, but Beth took a couple of steps backwards in an attempt to keep a distance from the demoness. "You look scared. Don't be scared of me, Bethie. I would never hurt you."

"Stay away from me," warned Beth.

Jennine chuckled at Beth's innocent words, "What will you do? Scream for help? I was hoping that I wouldn't have to fight with this one, but who knew that you would be the one to kill him. I must say I am very impressed."

Beth felt Jennine was rubbing salt over her fresh wounds, reminding her about how unlucky of a person she was.

"I can sense that you aren't a werewolf anymore. Come, Bethie," Jennine waved her hand as if waiting for Beth to start walking. But to the demoness' displeasure, the human girl only stepped farther away. "Don't be difficult," the smile on the demoness' lips fell.

Beth didn't know where exactly she was and in which direction she was supposed to start running so that she could head back to the town. But would she end up bringing more misfortune of death?

Pressing her lips, Beth uttered the words, "We are not friends, Jennine. I know you did bad things."

No person had scared Beth as much as this woman, who claimed to be her friend. Beth had reached the scene late that day as by the time she had reached, Madeline had killed Jennine, and everything had turned confusing that day.

"What did you tell Madeline that she made her kill you?" demanded Beth.

Before Beth could take another step backwards, Jennine disappeared from the front and came to stand right behind her. Beth spun around and felt Jennine's hand around her neck, and the demoness pushed her against the nearest tree, leaving her struggling.

"Don't you now wish that you were a werewolf now?" a smug smile appeared on Jennine's lips. This woman was crazy! Thought Beth to herself. "I told Madeline to leave you alone. I mean every time we were spending time together, she would come and cling on to you. But I have to blame you for it. You always took so much care of her. It made me extremely jealous. We were best friends, just like sisters, and you were so nice to me."

Beth tried to get Jennine's hand away from her neck, but the demoness didn't budge. "The only sister I have is Madeline," Beth glared.

Displeased by hearing this, Jennine's hold tightened and she tried to strangle the human, "This is why. Always about Madeline! What about me? Aren't I important?"

Beth suddenly felt her nails turn to claws and she dug into Jennine's face, having the demoness scream. She continued to push her claws into Jennine, while the demoness tried to get away, not expecting for the claws to appear.

"Arghhh!" Jennine staggered behind, her hands touched her face to notice the blood. The demoness stared at Beth's hands and saw the claws. "How do you have the claws?!" she questioned in shock.

Even Beth was shocked after seeing her hands that had werewolf claws. The antidote should have cured her, but it seemed like there were still traces of her being a werewolf.

Slowly, smoke started to appear from Jennine's face, where Beth had dug her nails. Jennine laughed nervously, "We are supposed to be friends and sisters for life, Bethie! You won't kill me."

"You are no one to me," stated Beth.

Jennine looked angry, and she came at Beth, for both of them holding hands against each other to get leverage against the other. It seemed like Beth's strength had increased, and Jennine's face slowly started to change to one who belonged to Hell with two horns that appeared from her head.

The demoness overpowered Beth, pushing her against the cold, snow-covered ground. Jennine's hands went straight to Beth's neck, trying to strangle her. Jennine said, "I will take you with me from this horrid world. Stop struggling!"

Though Beth's hands had gained strength and tried to push Jennine away, the demoness used all her energy in trying to kill Beth. Beth felt suffocated, where the air was leaving her body. Flailing her arms at Jennine, she finally placed her hand below the demoness face, pushing it back with all her might.

Beth pushed the demoness on the ground with a kick, and she continued to push Jennine's face until it finally tore away from the demoness' body. Blood splattered on the ground and on her. Beth moved away from the dead woman before which the person turned to black liquid.

Beth realized she had killed two people in less than an hour, first Raphael, and then this demon. That was only if the woman died this time. Beth hoped Jennine wouldn't return to haunt her or her sister again.

Her hands trembled, and she looked at her blood-covered hands and saw it had turned back to normal.