This is Chapter 10 and i'm sorry it took so long to upload this. I was worried you guys wouldn't like it because my writing is kinda lacking these days. But I really hope you like this. It is again, in Rashel's Perspective. so....PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This Chapter is dedicated to my friend Tina. She's not on this website and she hasn't read Night World (=.=) but this is still dedicated to her. Shes strong and she can kick ass. But she will still feel really bad about it after weirds. Like Rashel in this one. She's Awesome! HAPPY REALLY LATE BIRTHDAY~!

From Your Friend, Candy

Chapter 10

I walked into the big french doors of Thierry's mansion, ready for any agents or guards that might be guarding the halls. I wrapped my scarf around my face and secured it.

The whole mansion was quite and dark.

It was peaceful.

The only light in the mansion was the moon light shining through the windows. Thierry didn't like closing the curtains for some reason. Maybe he wasn't afraid of robbery?

I felt extremely free and light knowing the heavy rope that hung on my waist was gone.

The further I walked up the stairs, the more I thought about Quinn. I tried everything to shake them away but it was hopeless. I was beginning to think Quinn did something to me.

I slid my black sleeve up to revile my wrist watch. It was already 1 am. Lucinda had told me to kill and bring her the body of the Wild Power. And That was what I'm going to do. After that, the throbbing feeling in my chest will finally go away. I hope.

I pulled my sleeve back down and continued walking. I was half way through the first hall when I heard foot steps. I hesitated then ran in a the corner of the wall and hid there. My back facing the wall. I turned my head slightly to peek over at the person. It was extremely dark here so the figure was like a black shadow. It was small and short. It didn't have a flash light so I assumed it was a vampire, vampire had good eyes, especially in the night. I couldn't make out the figure but it was getting closer. I had no choice but to knock him out.

Taking in a deep breath, I jumped out in front of the figure and it gasped. With out any hesitation I leaped and kicked the figure in the stomach. It fell to the ground with a thump. It was clearly unconscious.

Standing beside the figure's stomach, I leaned down. I gripped the end of my scarf to make sure it wouldn't fall out. Even so close I couldn't see who the figure was. I searched in my pockets for my light pen that I usually carried around. It took me a while but I found it. I slowly twisted it on and flashed it at the figure's face. I gasped and i fell back. I was horrified.

I had kicked Gillian unconscious.

Wide eyed, I leaned towards Gillian's little face. Her short blonde hair was slupperted on it, I brushed them away with the tips of my fingers. I was scared, I seriously hoped I didn't kill her. I moved a shaky finger under her nose. Once the small air hit my finger, I sighed. Gillian wasn't dead.

Gillian who was always scared of fighting people just got knocked out by me. I was terrified. My hands covered my mouth and I knelt down. Placing two hands underneath her, I picked her up. Her room was on the fifth floor, so I had a long way to go. I carried Gillian through the halls and up the stairs. Gillian was light so it made no problem to me.

Every time I looked down at her fragile little face, my heart swelled. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath. Walking up the final flight of stairs, I pulled my scarf down to my chin. I didn't know why but I felt like I needed air. It never happened before but I needed air. I took in a deep breath and slowly used my shoulders to lift it back up.

I was now in front of Gillian's door, it was half opened and dark. Slowly I lift one hand from her back and pushed the door open. The door squeaked and I became impatient. I couldn't wake David up, if I did. I would be toast. I walked into the dark room quietly, Tip toeing every step. I finally reached Gillian's bed and lifted the covers. Placing her on top of the bed, I pulled my scarf down to my chin. I dragged the covers over her shoulders.

" I'm sorry, Gillian. But you lied to me.." I whispered. Remember the truth behind my 'friends'.

I stared into her closed eye lids and sighed. Lifting my scarf up again, I made my way to the door. I closed the door behind me and flickered my eyes to the flight of stairs. It was time...

I walked up the stairs, well actually tripping up the stairs. I didn't know why, but my legs were extremely shaky. I was relieved when I reached the top. Iliana's room was just behind the corners. I tip toed towards it and grabbed a bobby pin from the back of my hair. I was skilled with opening locks with bobby pins. Done it plenty of times.

Placing one hand on the door knob, I inserted the pin. I twisted left and right, up and down. It took a while but the door finally came free. I slowly turned the door knob and pushed the door open. Iliana's room was nice. There was a small hall way between the door and the actually room. Her bed was in the middle and the window was on the left. She had a desk in a meter away from the bed in the front. I slowly walked on the moon lit path.

I reached the edge of Iliana's bed and saw Iliana's face. She was pure beauty. Her silvery blonde hair was like strands of gold placed on a fluffy blue pillow. Her skin was perfect, it was pure and clear. You would think she was a princess instead of a witch. Which made her the easiest target out of the 2 other Wild Powers.

I stared at her for a long time before remembering my mission. I slowly lifted my hand to my waist band, pulling out the sheathed knife. The knife stood face down and I pulled down the metal sheath, it made the sound when two knives clash. The knife was clean, I would never want to see Iliana's blood on it, but it was the way it had to be. I removed my eyes from the weapon and looked at Iliana. Every will in my body wouldn't respond. It was like Iliana was wearing some kind of restrain potion.

My hands were extremely shaky but I was able to bring them up. I walked closer to Iliana and raised the knife over to her heart. I felt as if someone dared me to jump of the moon. I could feel hot tears streaming down my face and hitting my scarf. The knife was slipping out of my hands so I quickly placed my other hand on it.

Now I stood beside Iliana, with the knife inches away from her heart...