Karen.

　　*Novel*

　　I smirked as the man trapped under my heels groaned in pain. I took a sip of the wine glass in my hand before handing it to one of my henchmen.

　　"So where were we?" I asked in an icy tone, applying a little more pressure as I pressed my left heel on the neck of Mr. Richardson.

　　I was dressed in a tight-fitted red dress that dis

　　played my perfect curves and it matched just fine with my red heels and lips.

　　My silk black hair was packed into a stylish bun with a pin. An expensive one.

　　"Yes, the freaking MoonGem," I said and looked down at him.

　　He groaned and I only saw his lips move as he croaked out muffled up words.

　　"Sorry, are you saying something?" I asked with a wicked smile, "I can't quite get you."

　　He tried to talk again and the veins in his forehead were bulging. I took my heels off his neck suddenly and he gasped in relief. He moved away from me in fear, breathing out loudly, and too bad his hands were tied behind his back because he looked like he would die to rub his neck right now.

　　"You're wasting my time," I said and the smile on my face slowly wore off.

　　"Tell me where I can find the MoonGem right now!" I seethed, shooting Mr. Richardson the most threatening glare I could. We were at the Ridax Hotel owned by Richardson and quite ironically, we had tied him up in his own office.

　　"I……I…….I….C." Mr. Richardson slowly crawled back with fear in his eyes, but before he could finish his sentence, I interrupted him.

　　"Before you say you can't, remember that your wife and kids are on a trip to Wonderland and I'm sure that you want them to arrive back home safely," I said in a soft, but threatening tone.

　　My lips curled up into a smirk as I saw fear creep into his eyes.

　　"So, Mr. Richardson, tell me where the freaking MoonGem is?" I was getting angry and impatient already. I need to get my hand on that damn stone so I can prove to my father that I'm far better than that ass he calls a Beta, Tyler.

　　*

　　I sighed loudly and shut the novel that I started reading this morning. I can't do this. I can't just do anything. Anytime I try to do anything, I can't shake off the image of Jordan's grey body from my head.

　　We fought a lot of times, sometimes we even ignore each other, but he has always been there for me when I need him.

　　I couldn't help but think that if he had not been dragged into any of this, he'll still be living his life in the human world. Dad made him leave the coven because it was getting dangerous already, but he walked into something far more dangerous all because of me.

　　I sniffed and wiped the tears at the corners of my eyes. It was the fault of that witch. I immediately began to regret that we had left her alone unconscious in her house. She should get to pay for what she did. It will be too late now as she's already conscious, but I wish we had taken her and tortured her till I am satisfied.

　　I breathed deeply to calm myself and shake away all the negative thoughts.

　　I stood up from my chair and walked to Draco's crib. Just thirty minutes ago, I fed him and now he was asleep.

　　I looked into the crib and smiled lightly with tears trickling down my face at the same time. I was so happy that nothing happened to him and that he was alive, but in saving him, Jordan had to die.

　　I looked sideways as my doorknob moved and I realized I didn't lock the door. The door opened and Stella walked into my room.

　　Why was she here? I just want to be left alone and I don't want to see anybody around me.

　　"Hi," She said, folding her hands behind her back and staring akwardly.

　　I glanced at her and ignored her before walking back to my reading table and sitting down.

　　"Karen-" Stella attempted to start a conversation, but I hit my palm on the table and turned around to face her.

　　"Why are you here Stella!" I asked, raising my voice.

　　She flinched a bit and her lips quivered as she sought for what to say.

　　"Are you here because you suddenly think that I'm no longer the reason your wedding was ruined or are you because you think that my brother dying is enough punishment for me?!" I asked at the top of my voice and I stood up from my chair again, walking to my bed and sitting on it.

　　Stella gulped and she slowly walked towards me, sitting next to me on the bed.

　　"Karen, I'm sorry, I was just worked up when I said all those things I did," Stella continued.

　　I could see that she was being sincere, but I was so hurt by Jordan's death, that I felt like everyone else around me should share in the hurt and pain. Selfish.

　　"I'm sorry too." I sniffed.

　　"It shouldn't have been Jordan. It should have been me." I began to cry again and Stella moved closer to me, pulling me into an hug.

　　We suddenly broke the hug as I heard a buzzing sound in my room.

　　I turned around and saw a red spark forming in the middle of the room. What the heck is that??

　　Suddenly, the red spark disappeared and a man was standing on that same spot.

　　"Who the hell are you?" I asked and glanced at Draco's crib that was directly beside him scared.

　　"I'm Mor. I'm here as a savior, but I can be a nightmare to you."