Ch.6 of The Alexandria Chronicles

William sat at the bar of a local nightclub, one hand cradled the bud light bottle while the other traced over the pendent on his necklace. He smiled, thankful to have it. He enjoyed what he had done today, he had knocked the Bringer of Death, the so called King off of her pedestal and he loved it. By now he had hoped she had gotten the news about her mutts' death and hope she was in as much pain as he was and still is about his family's death. If she was hurting that would mean Serena was hurting and that was what he truly wanted. He looked up into the mirror on the back of the bar, feeling a pair of eyes on him. Across the club stood Serena against the wall next to a stairwell. The dancers blocked his view every few seconds but he was sure it was her.

He got up from the bar stool, his eyes never leaving the mirror. He watched as she disappeared into the stairwell. He made his way across the club, moving in between the dancers. He waked up the dim lit stares, the black light illuminating different pictures that were painted on the wall. He reached the top stepping out onto the roof, a cool breeze hitting his face, the moon casting a little light onto the city. He stepped towards Serena, stopping a few feet in front of her. He starred at her, finally after all this time, he was face to face with her.

Neither said a word, they didn't need to there was nothing to be said. Only one of them was going to leave the roof top alive, in his mind it was going to be him. Both charged at each other, meeting each other in the center of the roof. Both throwing and blocking each other's punches. Serean was the first to land a blow, knocking him back a few feet. She moved forward kicking him in the mid-section, followed back a right hook to the face. She went to punch him again but he caught her fist in his hand and pulled her forward, binding down he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her into the air, slamming her down on the roof top with enough force to put a dent in it below her body.

Serena punched at his head, landing blow after blow until her let her go, she pushed him off her, bringing her right leg across his face, knocking him to his knees, she came forward at him only to be pushed back into the air, landing face first on the roof. She looked up as he ran at her, he jumped intending to slam his foot onto her head. She rolled out of his way and jumped up, she swung her fist at him, landing blow after blow to his mid-section and a few to his face, causing small cuts to open up.. He stumbled back as she landed the punches. He blocked her right, followed by her left and returned with a swift and powerful punch to her face, busting her lip open. He roared as he unleashed his fist upon her face, opening up similar cuts on her face, he knocked her down to her knees with a fierce right rook, followed by a left hook once she was down on her knees.

He looked behind her towards an old pile of wood, he smiled as he looked down at her, grabbing her head and kneeing her in the face, several times. Blood poured from her face, as he pushed her back, causing her to fall to the ground. He kicked at her mid-section as she tried to get up, he kicked her several more times, causing her ribs to break. He smiled when she cried out in pain, he continued to kick her, until she stopped moving. Once he was sure she wouldn't move, he walked towards the pile of wood, pulling out and old broom handle and breaking it in half. He smiled as he turned around, only to be tackled onto the pile of wood, Serena punched him in the face, she eyed the pendant quickly making the choice to pull it off his neck and throw it.

William took the opportunity, unsure of why she stopped and shoved the broken broom handle in to her heart, her movements stopped suddenly, dark blood coming out of her mouth, as she gripped the broom handle. She looked back at him and smiled. Her smile only severing to anger him more, in a rage he grabbed the piece of wood and shoved it further into her chest. She feel back, William stood up over her, a victories' smile on his face.

"She... will k....ill you." Serena said as she coughed up blood.

William watched her, letting her words sink in. He smiled back down at her, he watched as her eyes went black and her movements' ceased. He laughed as he sat down next to the body, his laughs quickly turning to tears. Finally he had his revenge, against the woman who killed his family. The feeling of relief washing over him, after wanting this for so long he finally had it. For the first time in a while he truly felt happy. He stood up, pulling the steak from Serena's chest and picking the body up. He had one more thing to do, and then he would achieve his ultimate goal, he would see them soon, the thought causing him to smile.

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Izuru walked down the side walk with Kyle, both heading towards the home of the M.I.A werewolf. Izuru had called him up, telling him what had happened. The two agreed to meet and walk to Wyatt's. It was almost two in the morning as the made there way through the city. Kyle's face had healed and so had his ego, a bit.

"It's possible, Wyatt had a hand in this." Kyle said as they turned corner, only three blocks away from there destination. He continued when Izuru didn't say anything.

"He hates Luna, if she was dead then he would take Nalha's place as alpha if something happened to her." Izuru stopped in his tracks, and turned to look at him.

"Then why not kill Nalha, and just take her place that way?" He asked

"Then Luna would kill him." Kyle replied back.

Izuru thought it over for a few minutes. "Get rid of the obsticles, ya know this is very good timing for him, William is back, that distracts us from him." He said as he continued walking.

"He never wanted an alliance to begin with, he fought like hell for it not to happen." Kyle said falling in step with him.

"Let's just keep this between us for now."

Kyle nodded his head in agreement, pointing towards the third apartment. Both nodded there head as they approached the door. Kyle taking the lead, knocking on the door. After a few minutes Wyatt came to the door, opening it up.

"Its 2 am, what do you want." He asked ignoring the fact Izuru was even there at all.

"Can we come in?" Kyle asked "It's important." He urged. Wyatt sighed and let them in reluctantly. He eyed Izuru carefully as he walked by him. Wyatt took them to kitchen, Izuru sniffed the air, a familiar scent catching. Wyatt eyed him worriedly until Izuru sneezed. Kyle looked at him, unsure of why he faked a sneezed. "Sorry I'm allergic to lavender." He said pointing towards the counter by the sink. Kyle nodded his head, slowly. He returned his attention back to Wyatt who was starting to get annoyed with both of them.

"Luna was found, in the park with stab wounds to her stomach, she is." Kyle started but was cut off when Izuru sneezed again interrupting him. "Sorry." He said wiping his nose on his sleeve, much to Wyatt's disgust.

"She was supposed to meet you in the park. Where were you?" Kyle asked, turning his attention back to Wyatt.

"I was there I waited for an hour, she never showed up." Wyatt said a look of concern on his face. "Is she okay?" He asked. Before Kyle could answer, Izuru sneezed again. Kyle finally took the hint. "Sorry. I'm allergic." Izuru said sheepishly.

"You're a vampire, how the hell do you even have allergies?" Wyatt finally snapped, moving closer to Izuru getting his face.

"My mother always said I was special." Izuru replied back. Kyle quickly stepped in between the two separating them. "Look we just wanted to come and inform what had happened. Alexandria was attacked in her office today by William, and now Luna. Just be careful." Kyle said ushering Izuru from the kitchen towards the door.

Once outside the apartment, Wyatt went to close the door, but was stopped when Izuru put his arm up to block it, he stepped closer to Wyatt. "To answer your question, No Luna is not okay." Kyle pulled Izuru from the door, towards the street. Wyatt shut the door, returning to his den and taking a seat in his chair. The fire from the fireplace casting shadows across the room as he picked up his drink from earlier. He felt prideful and content. He went over the day's events in his head and the plans for the days to come. He smiled as he picked up the knife from the table next to his chair, Luna's blood still coating the blade.

He had placed the call to Nahla, he could hear the heart break in her voice, and he patted his self on his back mentally praising himself for his performance on the phone. In his mind, tomorrow he would be the new Alpha of the territory and then he could carry on with his plans. He laughed as he placed the knife back down, taking another drink before relaxing back into his chair. It wouldn't matter if Luna would be okay or not, she would be week for a few weeks, and he had plenty of time to finish her. He didn't concern his self with Alexandria, William would take care of her.