337 Red Riding hood- Part 2
Calhoun said, "Madeline said that Jas was in the process of turning himself back to his human form. If it is true, he must have gone back to his shop and house."
"I will make sure to bring him here from his house," Theodore finished his drink, placing the glass down, bowing his head. When he was ready to leave he heard Calhoun say,
"He might be in his werewolf form, so make sure you don't get bitten by him. Even though we are demons as well as vampires, the bite will still have side effects."
Theodore quickly left the castle, making his way to the village of East Carswell riding in the carriage. He had the coachman pull the carriage on the entrance of the village so that the sound of the wheels and the horses wouldn't alert any person, who would be up at this hour of the night.
Stepping down from the carriage and already knowing where ca what, Theodore didn't waste his ti when it ca to going to the shop which was closed and dark inside. It seed like no one was working overti, thought Theodore to himself. With no one around to see his cris, he pulled a pin from his pocket and opened the lock of the shop's door, which opened with a sound of a click. After having a look inside the shop, he locked the shop again and headed straight to Mr. Heatcliff's house.
When Theodore reached the house, he didn't have to step foot inside the house to see the dead person as he slt the blood wafting in the air that ca from the house. Was it another murder that was committed by Lady Catherine, who had decided to place the body inside this ti rather than leaving it in the backyard? Without touching the front door, Theodore walked around the house to notice a big opening in the back door that was broken possibly by a forceful exit, because the wooden pieces had fallen outside the house and not inside.
Getting inside and finding the dead people in there, Theodore's eyebrows rose. And he imdiately returned to the castle to report to Calhoun on what he saw.
Calhoun stared at Theodore while he was inford about the scene in Heathcliff's house.
"Jas would be held responsible as this is the second ti a body will be retrieved from his house. And this ti being the bodies. Might as well turn his house as a graveyard," comnted Calhoun with a sardonic voice, "I would love to offer him my help, but he keeps digging his grave deeper and deeper."
"Did you find whose n those were?" questioned Calhoun and Theodore shook his head.
"They must have been hired," ca the quick reply.
Calhoun tched, "If they have access to silver, they must be sent by a wealthy family." His eyes narrowed in thought on what Catherine was doing in the house along with the vampires who were found dead with her. Was it possible that Mr. Barnes had sent his n to get rid of Jas and Catherine had by chance visited Jas to end up dead sohow?
"Mr. Barnes won't be happy tomorrow," said Theodore.
"I guess we'll be having another visit from the High House. Not to ntion with Jas' disappearance, it will only draw that much attention to him." Calhoun dismissed Theodore from the room.
Calhoun sat with one leg on the window sill while the other rested on the floor of the room. Jas didn't have access to arrows of silver ends. The man didn't have a decent bone in his body to kill in his human form. His outbreak from his house was in his werewolf form, and he hadn't killed the vampiress.
For now, Jas would be in clear because no one knew he was able to turn to a werewolf, but if the High House would co to hear it, they would hunt him down. Not to forget, the bodies now laid in his house.
Madeline's grandparents feared the High House, and with the recent information from the ghost lady, Calhoun discerned he had so things to discuss with Helena.
The next day as expected, Madeline's aunt arrived at the castle with smiles on her face and a hug to offer.
"It is so good to see you girls!" hugged the woman who had short blonde hair, "How are you doing, Beth?" she asked and received a smile from Beth, a smile that didn't reach up to her eyes. The young girl had been in shock and had barely uttered any words.
Beth had never been slapped on her face until now. Not by her grandparents, nor her parents or anyone else. Receiving one from Madeline was like her sister showing her her place in this castle. Markus was dead, and the Wilmot's were gone. Her life had returned to the way it was before she had t Markus.
After the exchange of words with Madeline, Beth feared that the King would not spare her. According to Madeline, the King knew about her trying to poison him, and if she even breathed too hard, she would receive a death sentence just like his cousin. She had been so consud with the thought of standing next to the crown that she hadn't realised she was walking towards the path of her execution.
The thought shook her. She didn't want to die!
To make it worse, every ti her parents looked at her they had a look of disappointnt and Beth felt ashad, making her feel inferior. It was like no one wanted to speak to her; nobody cared about her anymore. It made Beth feel hopeless.
"And you, Madeline," said their Aunt Mary, her arms wide open for Madeline to step forward and hug, "I couldn't believe when I heard that you were going to get married."
Madeline hugged her aunt, "It is good to see you here, finally, Aunt Mary," she greeted.
"Now only if your grandparents were to arrive here in the castle to spend ti with us," said her aunt and the smile on Madeline and her parent's face froze.
Before anyone could reply, Calhoun stepped out in the corridor and said, "The invitation has been already sent to Madeline's grandparents, and we have been waiting for them."
Mary stared at the King, who made his way to where the family was standing. A prideful vampire, thought the woman. Putting up a smile, she bowed her head.
The King said, "I was hoping you would know what's taking them so long to make it here, unless they got eaten by werewolves."
The smile on the woman's face fell right away, and Madeline wished Calhoun didn't ntion about what happened with his subtleness.
"My Lord?" asked Aunt Mary.
Calhoun slightly tilted his head as if not understanding her question and a smile broke on his lips, "I was referring to the story of the red riding hood. You know, werewolf eats…"
Grandmother, Madeline filled the sentence in her mind because that's what happened.
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