Part 11
"I always knew she was a bitch," Tyche muttered as she and Nemesis watched Tori and Jacina come out of the café. That bitch was going to spoil everything.
"Poor Vulcan," Nemesis sympathetically.
Ceres was inside, spying on them, they hadn't recognised her yet, or at least not from the look of it. Cassanova was going to do something, Dallas was going to do something, Jacina was a secret Daybreaker, and going to pull the plug on their own plan. It was starting to sound more and more pathetic than when the whole thing started.
"So what do we do now?" Nemesis asked.
"I would have thought the answer's clear enough," Tyche said, taking out her cell-phone. She punched in Jacina's number. "We need to talk. Now. It's kind of an emergency. Meet me at my place. Just come. I'll explain them." She hung up and put the car in gear, driving home.
"What about Ceres?"
"Ceres is following."
"I didn't think shifters could use telepathy to vampire minds."
"I'm more than just your average shifter." Though sometimes she thought it would be nice if someone other than her could recognise that. Ten minutes later she pulled up in her driveway. Jacina was already there.
"What's going on?" Jacina asked following Tyche and her friends into the house with her Aunt and Uncle. Her parents were too busty with the whole millennium crap and since she didn't have a part they wanted her out the way and 'safe'.
Luckily for Tyche, no one was home. She led the group into the kitchen. Jacina walked silently beside her, glancing at her every so often.
"What's going on?" Ceres asked, repeating Jacina's earlier question.
Tyche smiled at the collection of knives in a wooden holder, silver ones and iron ones, large and small, all sharp and deadly. She reached for the sharpest iron one. She turned around and with a quick motion slashed Jacina's throat and slammed the knife into her heart. Jacina cried out in shock and pain before collapsing and drowning in her own blood.
"Well that was so *not* smart!" Ceres said, staring at the body in utter disbelief.
"She annoyed me. She spoiled everything," Tyche said reasonably.
"What the hell are we going to do with *that*?" Nemesis snapped, kicking at the body. "She's a fucking *Harman*! People will kind of notice when she's not there!"
"We'll worry about that later." Tyche wasn't concerned about the murder \t the moment. Right now they had to get to Tori and kill her before she got to Cathy. Maybe Helen had already done her part of the plan. If Cathy was dead already there would be no need for anyone else to die.
"So that's the new plan?" Ceres snorted with disgust. "Kill everyone who gets in the way?"
Tyche shrugged. "Pretty much."
"You've lost it," Nemesis said harshly, glaring helplessly. "You're insane."
Tyche frowned a little, glancing at her friends. They clearly weren't going to help her with the rest of this. They didn't understand. "Fine," she snapped. "I'll do it on my own." She stalked out the room. She found the nearest phone and called Helen. "Is she dead yet?"
"No. I've just arrived. But two someone elses have as well. I recognise Cassanova's car - which is speeding away now, but not the other one."
Tyche felt like screaming. So just wanted her boyfriend to love her. What was wrong with that? He'd be hers again, even if she had to kill everyone in her path to get him. "See what's going on, stay until I get there. I'm on my way."
Tyche ran for her car. Maybe she was being inside about the whole thing. But that was what being in love did to you.
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"I always knew she was a bitch," Tyche muttered as she and Nemesis watched Tori and Jacina come out of the café. That bitch was going to spoil everything.
"Poor Vulcan," Nemesis sympathetically.
Ceres was inside, spying on them, they hadn't recognised her yet, or at least not from the look of it. Cassanova was going to do something, Dallas was going to do something, Jacina was a secret Daybreaker, and going to pull the plug on their own plan. It was starting to sound more and more pathetic than when the whole thing started.
"So what do we do now?" Nemesis asked.
"I would have thought the answer's clear enough," Tyche said, taking out her cell-phone. She punched in Jacina's number. "We need to talk. Now. It's kind of an emergency. Meet me at my place. Just come. I'll explain them." She hung up and put the car in gear, driving home.
"What about Ceres?"
"Ceres is following."
"I didn't think shifters could use telepathy to vampire minds."
"I'm more than just your average shifter." Though sometimes she thought it would be nice if someone other than her could recognise that. Ten minutes later she pulled up in her driveway. Jacina was already there.
"What's going on?" Jacina asked following Tyche and her friends into the house with her Aunt and Uncle. Her parents were too busty with the whole millennium crap and since she didn't have a part they wanted her out the way and 'safe'.
Luckily for Tyche, no one was home. She led the group into the kitchen. Jacina walked silently beside her, glancing at her every so often.
"What's going on?" Ceres asked, repeating Jacina's earlier question.
Tyche smiled at the collection of knives in a wooden holder, silver ones and iron ones, large and small, all sharp and deadly. She reached for the sharpest iron one. She turned around and with a quick motion slashed Jacina's throat and slammed the knife into her heart. Jacina cried out in shock and pain before collapsing and drowning in her own blood.
"Well that was so *not* smart!" Ceres said, staring at the body in utter disbelief.
"She annoyed me. She spoiled everything," Tyche said reasonably.
"What the hell are we going to do with *that*?" Nemesis snapped, kicking at the body. "She's a fucking *Harman*! People will kind of notice when she's not there!"
"We'll worry about that later." Tyche wasn't concerned about the murder \t the moment. Right now they had to get to Tori and kill her before she got to Cathy. Maybe Helen had already done her part of the plan. If Cathy was dead already there would be no need for anyone else to die.
"So that's the new plan?" Ceres snorted with disgust. "Kill everyone who gets in the way?"
Tyche shrugged. "Pretty much."
"You've lost it," Nemesis said harshly, glaring helplessly. "You're insane."
Tyche frowned a little, glancing at her friends. They clearly weren't going to help her with the rest of this. They didn't understand. "Fine," she snapped. "I'll do it on my own." She stalked out the room. She found the nearest phone and called Helen. "Is she dead yet?"
"No. I've just arrived. But two someone elses have as well. I recognise Cassanova's car - which is speeding away now, but not the other one."
Tyche felt like screaming. So just wanted her boyfriend to love her. What was wrong with that? He'd be hers again, even if she had to kill everyone in her path to get him. "See what's going on, stay until I get there. I'm on my way."
Tyche ran for her car. Maybe she was being inside about the whole thing. But that was what being in love did to you.
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