Are you Worthy for Annabelle?

5 | Dead Duo

Author's note: The rest of the story is a little rushed because I really want to start a new story, but I don't want to write two stories at once. Please understand. Thanks though for showing my story love and the insanely high rankings! I hope y'all enjoy the rest of the story. Who will be worthy for Annabelle?

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The leaves fly through the night sky, as the cold air flies through my jet black hair. The number of people have also flew away, leaving us to only three.

"Hey, Charlotte..?"

"What up besta Finn?!"

I watch Finn play with his fingers and not make eye contact with Charlotte. He lifts his body weight from one foot to another, not able to stand still.

"I t-think I like you.."

I'm furious as I think to myself, "What the fuck! You guys are suppose to be worthy for me, not loving each other."

"I love you too besta!"

I slightly smile, "Well at least one of them will be dead. They won't be able to love each other for long."

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Charlotte starts to rip Finn's olive green sweater as their lips smash together. Their lips press together, hungry for each other. Charolette shoves her tongue into Finn's mouth, exploring it in depth. I gag, wanting to stop this, but I decide against it as I look at Willow. She has a bright smile dancing along her face.

Finn blushes as Charlotte pulls them against a grave, sliding his pants down while pushing her tongue against the roof of Finn's mouth. She slides her soft right hand under Finn's boxers, and she tugs on his hair. A moan escapes both of their mouths as Finn's face is covered by quickly spreading blushing, and Charlotte's face is covered with a smirk.

They lose sense of the outside world as they start to have a good time, loosing sense of Willow, not knowing you don't notice all mistakes you make.

Willow sneaks behind them with two ropes she found while they were loving each other. A mischievous grin appears on my face as my eyes starve to see gore and violence.

Willow shoves one pistol in each of the duo's necks, smiling. Their moaning suddenly stops.

"You lovebirds have any last chirps before your entire nest dies?"

Charolette and Finn both show terror in their eyes, but of course Finn will be the only one show that.

Charolette spits at Willow, "Get that dirty pistol off me you dirty bitch!"

Willow smiles as she takes out her Polaroid camera, "Smile, dead duo."

Willow snaps a photo as she shoots the pistols into the dead duo's necks. Blood dances through the chilly 3am breeze as Willow has a blood covered bright smile. I also smile, knowing that she's a Worthy Willow.