Rachel P.O.V.
I walked back into the house quietly. I forced tears down my cheeks and rubbed them away so it looked like I'd been crying. I stood before my uncle, Myrnin, Claire and Morley wiping my face and sobbing. Oliver stood up and in a desperate voice asked,
" Rachel what's wrong?"
I explained "what had happened".
" Claire..Your friends..There was screaming..." I sobbed for effect. " So Pennywell told me to wait in the car while he went to investigate." Tears began to form in Claire's eyes and I hoped she thought that her friends were dead. Oliver looked worried and Morley and Myrnin both had expressionless faces. A wave of pleasure swept over me and I tried not to make it noticable.
"And then the screams stopped." I continued with a shaky shrug. I fiddled with my fingers nervously. " I thought I was safe." I sniffed.
" What happened Rachel?" Oliver demanded grabbing my shoulders. " What happened?!"
I took a small step back out of my uncle's hard grip and hugged myself tightly.
" There was so much blood I didn't know what to do..." Claire burst into tears and Myrnin comforted her. " So I walked into the kitchen," tears sprang to my eyes. " And there she was, drinking Pennywell's blood."
" Who was there Rachel?" My uncle snapped.
" Amelie." Everyone looked at me in amazement and anger.
" That's impossible." Morley said. " She's upstaires with Anna."
That's when I screamed.
Amelie P.O.V.
Anna's body lay crumpled on the floor. I could not move nor could I speak or scream for help. I recalled Anna's last seconds before she had...Died? Her beautiful blue eyes dancing, her face falling and going blank and falling into a heap on the floor.
Without knowing, I had began to decend the staires. I heard a scream just as I had started to decend. Why wasn't I running? I needed to tell Oliver what had happened! Why wasn't I running to him?
I reached the living room where I was met with angry and shameful stares and a screaming Rachel who, by the looks of it wanted to kill me. When I looked at Myrnin for an explanation he turned away from me and Claire glared at me like I was the ugliest person on Earth. And when I looked at Oliver, his brown eyes so full of hatred, I wanted to sit down and cry.
I opened my mouth to explain but a voice that wasn't my own said, " So, I guess I've been caught red-handed."
