Chapter 49
“Fine, come at me. I will teach you why you never mess with Bertha!” Bertha sneered, spittle flying from her mouth, and Ariel shifted a few distances before they landed on her face.
Ariel brought her left foot forward, getting into the stance that she had been practicing. They circled each other like threatened animals, each one observing their opponent. The air was charged from the tension, but amidst all this, Ariel was surprisingly clearheaded.
She shut her eyes close, shutting behind everything in the room, but she could feel the electricity already charging in her.
She could feel Kane behind her, whispering words of inspiration. and she let that fuel her.
"Focus Ariel; there is no way you can beat her; she is stronger and faster than you, but you can throw in a good fight and injure her.” Ariel nodded her head, understanding his words as a simple sentence.
Fight dirty.
Fighting dirty was the only advantage she had over Bertha. Ariel looked at the lady, her shoulders were puffed up in an air of arrogance that she was dying to knock off.
Without warning, Ariel charged towards Bertha, hitting her legs with the soles of her feet, and she smiled, satisfied, as it sent Bertha tumbling over.
Ariel had noticed the limp immediately when she saw her, although she had tried to cover it. But she noticed how Bertha was leaning toward her right side.
Ariel didn’t give her any breathing space, and she was over her, stomping on the injured foot repeatedly, her screams of protest urging her on.
For a brief second, Claudia flashed her mind, and she wondered what her friend would think if she saw her like this.
“Bitch!” Bertha screamed, landing a deadly blow on her leg that had Ariel weak on the knees. “You bitch, I will kill you.”
Ariel was no match for her as Bertha clawed her legs, dragging her down until her head met the floor hard in a sickening crunch.
“Ahhhh.” Ariel screamed out of her lungs as the pain exploded in her head. She was sure she was going to have a concussion later, but she ignored it and focused on putting the woman in her place.
Ariel tightened her fingers into a fist and raised it up, bringing it down with great force to her stomach. Even she flinched as she heard the sound it made on impact, and she gagged, her breakfast traveling up her throat.
She brought her fist back up, bringing it down to hit her stomach again, but Bertha already saw it coming this time and dodged it, rolling to the other side.
All that happened so fast that she couldn’t stop her momentum, and she watched with horror as her fist made contact with the marble.
“Shhhh.” Ariel hissed in pain, afraid that if she shouted, she was going to end up crying.
She had no time to process it because Bertha had wrapped her hands around her hair, and she dragged it with all her strength, and Ariel was sure she was pulling some out of their roots.
“You bitch!” Bertha dragged her hair hard, bending her neck so she could look at her. “I have been taking it easy on you because you are a human, but I can see you don’t care. Prepare to meet your maker.”
“Fuck you!.” Ariel yelled, clawing her hands out of her hair, but Bertha's grip was unmoving.
Ariel should have realized that the bitch had been toying with her from the onset, but she had gotten Bertha angry, and she was sure she was actually going to meet her maker today.
Ariel intensified her effort, clawing her hands and even biting the sweaty flesh with her teeth. She didn’t care if it was going to cost her hair; she needed to be free from this crazy maniac.
She couldn’t explain the fear that came over her as she saw the crazed look on her face, and she knew Bertha wasn’t going to rest until her blood was all over the floor.
But who was she kidding?
Bertha was a werewolf, a wolf on a mission to kill, and there was nothing she could do about it.
Ariel could only close her eyes, saying a short prayer under her breath as she accepted her fate.
Maybe she could finally meet her parents this time.
She didn’t feel any pain as Bertha struck her head on the marble, bringing her chapter to a close.