Amaryllis belladonna

Chapter VI: Darkening

Long time to see huh? Well I'm going to sporadically update this story or any story in fact, only because I feel like no one really reads this anymore. Anyways small author note at the end the chapter if you want to know about the title and my train of thought. See you on at the end.

The cold metal sent shivers up and down her spines as a sense of deja vu claimed her muscle memory, even if she couldn't remember how to flick her knives at least her nimble fingers was able to remember. It was like she didn't even have to tell her fingers, they just knew. She twirled the silver balisong around her fingers with ease while she walked around her living room, she could hear the bedroom door close and her mate creeping up on her. "You need some sleep," His blue eyes were on her balisong that was swinging around her fingers. "Honestly I don't think you need any more practice. I think you will land a nice little cut on the kid and all our problems will be solved. Besides that, you my love need some sleep."

She didn't stop spinning the balisong which made him a little peeved at her defiance. He grabbed her wrist letting the balisong fall to the floor with a light thud. Her eyes turned a bright gold as she growled at him taking him by surprise, "He is an Alpha for god's sake Peter. His senses are 10 times more heighten than mine for me to take him on I need to be on the top of my game. I need to train!"

He was taken back so much he didn't know how to respond to his angry mate. This was the first time she had ever snapped at him and meant every word. She never went against him let alone raised her voice at him, the first thing that happened was a smirk appeared on his face. "With my blood coursing through your veins it has made you a bit more feistier than usual."

"Are you calling me emotional you jackass?" He could see the fire flaring up behind her gentle facial features, it only gave him more of an incentive to tense her. "You're the biggest dick I ever met!" She punch him in the arm which he caught without a second thought.

"Please darling, I'm the only dick you ever seen." He wasn't sure if her face was turning red from embarrassment or if she was royally pissed at him. She let out a frustrated growl before she tackled him at full force, for her she really wanted to punch him in the face and for Peter it was a nice game of wrestling. He pinned her down with her wrists above her head and his legs over hers holding them down into the floor. Peter had a playful gleam in his eyes as he gazed down at her. "Reminds me of when we were younger."

"Except I wasn't trying to kill you for being annoying."

"You love me too much to kill me besides I'm adorable. Have you seen me?" Just like that most of her anger disappeared as a small giggle came from her. It made Peter's smirk grow into a pleasant smile as he released her from his hold and they sat across from each other. "Feeling better?"

"Only if you close your eyes and pucker your lips for me." Peter did what he was told and in a second he was on his back nursing his bloody nose, "That's for being a jerk."

"I think this constitute as spousal abuse."

Laurel laid down next to him and rested her arm over his waist, "Please my love, we would have to be married for that. Besides all the things you ever done to me was torture this is a love bite compared to that." He wasn't bleeding hell it only hurt for a couple of seconds but it was fun to tense her. "Peter?"

"Yes, the love of my life?"

She looked up at him as he watched her cuddling closer to him. "We'll get her back won't we?"

"Of course. She'll be back before dinner on Sunday and we'll take care of anyone who laid a hand on her."

"By take care you mean..."

"Whatever you want it to mean."

"Then I want them to pay drastically."

"By that you mean..."

"I want them dead. All of them I want to watch them struggle for life." From the tone of her voice he could tell something in her was about to break. Laurel the kindhearted and shy girl he fell in love with was close to the breaking point were something much darker hid. He knew somewhere in her she had a more sinister persona waiting to be unleashed, One day he was going to be an alpha and she needed to be ready to strike. She was a daughter of the greatest hunting clans and soon she was going to be his assassin.

Author note: So I don't know if anyone made the connection yet but the title of the story and this chapter in particular are tied together. From the first story White lilies showed how beautiful and pure she was, meaning her personality was white and pure like white lilies. Amaryllis Belladonna, if you look up the flower is basically a white lily with light pink edges meaning slowly she is changing but there is two paths for her. Belladonna is both helpful and dangerous depending on how you use it. She could either change into something that can save Peter or something that will lead him on a dark path.

Amaryllis has it's own story but long story short, there was a shy and beautiful nymph that fell in love with Alteo who was a shepherd with Hercules' strength and Apollo's beauty. Her love was unrequited, an Oracle told her if she goes to his door for 30 nights dressed in white maiden's clothing and stab herself in the heart each night then he would love her. On the 30th night Alteo opened the door and a flower was born from the blood of her heart. To Laurel it means she will do anything for her love and her family even if it meant losing herself to darkness or even dying. All of this information was suppose to tell you I need a life and I need to stop spending so much time thinking about titles.

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