Chapter 83

"There shall not be any arguments or what so ever. You are lucky I kept the little things alive." That's when Claire, in all her glory, stands from the huge rock she was partially sitting on. Her stride is carefree as she approaches my being, she halts as she gets close enough tilting her head as she straight on looks at me.

"You know Bella, I don't understand why I am always compelled to keep you alive every time I get close enough to kill you." She starts to walk around me going in a circle as she continues to talk. So it was story time, where she tells me her plans or tragic background and then proceeds to attempt murder their victims who in the end get saved. A typical hero/villain story.

She scoffs, "That one time you looked so peaceful in your sleep lying next to my Aiden and being comfortable, I would have done it. I would have ended you right there. It was even before Aiden got attached to you filthy whore." Her words are coming out with suppressed emotion. I could tell this was coming from a deep place.

But, the one thing that didn't match up was where did she see me and Aiden sleep and how did she manage to do that. She said that she had the opportunity to kill me but didn't. Why?

She does a nervous laugh as she says her next statement. "that powder was supposed to work its way up your nostrils and dissolve your brain particles. It was full proof, no one would have suspected that I sneaked into your house and poisoned you. Not Aiden himself because he was in the same house wasn't he?"

She continues on and on circling me, observing me. I wasn't going to give her that. The power to affect me or in this case, show her how much she is affecting me. I was not going to stand in front of a possible serial killer and show her my fear. Thays what she wanted and it was pathetic.

"Or that time I hit your head with that shovel and you fell to the ground. That sight was satisfying to watch and do."

"What do you mean hit my head with a shovel?" I ask intrigued now because if there is a time I was hit with a heavy object to my head it was my mother. She had followed me to Owens pack after I went into hiding.

"Oh, you must remember this, I also hit your stomach. I would have…"

"liar" I cut her off, she can't be possibly be talking about the same scene that got me to positively hate my mother.

She stops mid stride her route and comes to face me directly. She does a little laugh, "Oh oh oh, so dear mama didn't let loose her devious ways, no wonder you were all smiles when I showed up on your door step. Anyway, I had a little run in with your mother when she needed work done. She paid me of course. The only problem was that I wasn't supposed to kill you. I would have, but my brother needed the money she was offering. A handsome amount if I may add."

She continues with her sacred ritual of some sort, because I don't understand why she had to take turns around me. Sounded like something a voodoo enchantress would tell you to do around your most hated person. If anything, I could not be far from the point if it could be helped.

"There was that one time right in your home, under your roof you so kindly let me sta.."

"That's enough!" so he speaks. For the first time since my arrival he speaks. I would have believed that he had gone mute. Chancing a glance at him, something zings inside of me. Electrical feeling just like the current I feel when I am in his presence. The undercurrent storming in my blood vessels as adrenaline is pumped into my blood. Such effects I would only feel for Aiden and Aiden alone.

Looking at him breaks my heart that all that time the lunatic was talking gibberish he did not stop her. He did not deny the claims she made about him leaving me.

This must have been that really shredded my heart. But maybe there was luck still, maybe he was fed up of listening of her fowl talk.

She purrs as she looks at Aiden, "No Aiden, I want to enlighten any questions your wife might have since you were so bent I keep her alive. She has to know what was transpiring under her goodwill."

"Stop it" he says with clenched jaws that the two words sounded dangerous enough to warn you off the topic.

A little malicious laugh rambles from her throat. "What will you possibly do when you are tied to this agreement just as much as she is. You could have had a choice had you come willing to me. But you chose to have things in a difficult manner. You got what you asked for, now let me entertain our guest here so that she does not die of boredom while we wait for the ticking car to arrive. Remember Aiden, one wrong move from you the kapow." She makes an exploding noise and exploding expression with her hands.

Did she mean to bomb my babies? Was this what it was all about? "Trust me" these words ring in my memory. Aiden had told me this earlier today. He was being held against his will, that's why he could not say anything before. But why risk it this time to stop her from saying what she wanted to say? What was worse than telling me her methods of killing me when she had already told me most of it? How was this all going to make sense in just a fit? For sure she was insane if she thought this was ok and understandable.