Scintilla

Chapter Two

Thora
Nico didn't even hesitate a second but I saw him roll his eyes and shut the door.

"Who was that?" The girl in front of me started to panic and walk across the restroom.
Before answering her, I simply locked the door. It was just Nico. We never got along and I don't think I have even talked two sentences to him. He is just a big creep lurking around the shadows.

"Doubt he will tell anyone." I told her as I made my way to calm her down.

As I rubbed my hand on her back, I heard a faint voice in my head. Burn her skin...

I bolted right away from her, afraid of my own thoughts. I do not want to harm this girl.
This is what always happens. I try to get physical with someone and the voices in my head wants to harm them. I try to control it but its like they possess over my powers and I always end up running away before I actually hurt someone.

"Are you sure we should be in here now that someone saw us?" The girl asked, looking a bit more relaxed. "If we should, I think we need to carry on whatever we were doing before...hmm."

Tell her to stop.... You hate her voice..... The voices in my head kept chanting hate words at the girl whom I once thought was beautiful. Now I cant look at her....I just want to run away.

Before I could make my escape, she quickly peeled off my clothes and started planting kisses over every inch of my body. She licked and bit her all over and then when she couldn't wait any longer, she lifted her mouth from my breasts. "I want to taste you," she said. "Can I?"
No. No. No. No.

Yes!" I gasped, fighting against my own mind. "God, yes." Celine made her slow way down my writhing body, pausing to kiss and stroke the curve of my belly, my hipbones, the skin on the inside of my thighs.

We both groaned at the first stroke of her tongue on my pussy. With her mouth lavishing my clit, Celine stroked my entrance with light fingers. My pussy opened up for her, slick and greedy. Celine licked the soft pink flesh to prepare me, then slid in two fingers, curled them up.

I snapped my eyes open and just like that it ended before it even began. I felt the lightning in my eyes, and the thunder about to shoot from my hands.

I pushed her away and the moment she looked at me, she looked scared to death. "Holy shit, what's wrong with your eyes?"

From the mirror nearby, I looked at myself and saw lightning glaring from my eyes.

Kill her. Kill her. Kill her.

I didn't want to hurt her so I started to grab my head tightly in order to control the voices.

"Are you okay?" I could hear her asking me the same thing over and over again. She gasped suddenly when she heard the thunder booming outside the hotel.

We both looked outside the window, and saw that the sky was as black as the devil's soul. The world became cellar-dark and the buckling, heaving sky looked fit to collapse down on top of me. Then there was an explosion like a sonic boom and I feared for my safety. Doom-black clouds, pregnant with malice, churned and roiled. They looked as vaporous as mist and as fleecy as black wool.

"What's happening?" Celine asked as she started to open the window.

Don't open the window. I wanted to scream at her, but no words came out of me. I stayed still, naked as the day I was born and watched her open the window.

Then it hit the her.

I didn't do anything, when I could have probably stopped it. This time I didn't even try to stop it.

I stood there watching as it hit her.
Lightning .
Lightning that unleashed terawatts of violence. It hit the flawless head of the woman in-front of me with an explosion of branched lightning-flame that will shake an old man to his core.

I still didn't move as I saw her dead body drop to the ground.

She deserved it. Repeat to yourself. She deserved it.

How can I do anything to help her when my mind believes that she deserved it?

The woman on the floor was lifeless. Lifeless. Her once perfect hair was scattered in multiple places, stained with dried blood; crimson from where it hit the ground. Her emerald green eyes were wide open, but her jade irises held a sudden sadness.

Her body was slumped over, half-sitting, half-laying on the cold linoleum floor.

My heart pounded as one question continued to race through my mind: What should I do with the body?

Without wasting anymore time, I gathered my gown and got dressed. I washed off any traces of ever being with her from my body and got ready as if nothing happened.

I fixed my hair, and even applied the lipstick that I actually had put in my purse. I took a deep breath and turned around to open the door without even looking back at the dead woman behind me.

She is a mere human, and if anyone discovers her, I won't be ever compromised. My parents would never allow such an accusation to come across our family.

I opened the door and what standing in-front of me was what death attracts.

Nico.