𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 ⦊ 𝒇𝒔⁹⁴

𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒔

"sam bled on her bones now the witch wants more of her blood." simon cried in pre fear, eyes flickering around the whole group. she looked down at the red splatter on her shoes, that guy had broken into her house to kill her. over a few droplets of blood. meeting sam's eyes, who turned away straight away. not able to look at her.

"okay, so what do they do in jaws?" sam cried, kate watching anya as she brought her knees to her chest. hugging herself.

"well im pretty sure they didn't go skinny dipping with the goddammit bait." kate replied noticing the twinge of a smile on amyas face at her comment.

"she's not bait!" deena defended turning to face kate in shock, not believing she would imply sam is bait.

"yeah. she is. if we're right, and they're after her. let's give these assholes what they want" josh muttered, now everyone turning to look a him. deena in pure shock, not her own brother too. even anya was in shock by josh's statement, out of all people to suggest that. she didn't expect josh.

...

the sirens echoed in the back as he stepped into the empty building. something was definitely wrong. one of the body's lay before him, the pink scrubs painted red. the puddle of blood. mary following softly before.

"well. shit." mary mumbled under her breath as she noticed the blood she was stood in. the poor ladys who's throat had been cut open.

"it's happening again, isn't it?" she asked looking to sheriff goode who nodded. his face full of disbelief. tet ge didn't say a word, instead walking back to his car. and then the two found themselves at a table. piles of paperwork strewn across it. maybe mary wouldn't make it to her brothers birthday. this was a problem now.

"nick. i mean sherrif, i think you best get home. you're falling asleep." mary muttered, leaning over the table towards sheriif who only nodded at her words.

"you're right officer wood. let's go."

"let's go?" but before he could say another word he motioned her to follow him. he was letting her go early. a bright smile lifted onto her face, grabbing her keys she was up. flicking of the switch of the light.

"i'll drop you off wood, anya should be home by now anyways." he spoke as they locked up the office. smiling at the man at the desk. officer smith and patinski were on the night shift.

"do you think its the witch?" mary asked as they headed towards the sheriffs car. both slowly walking enjoying tye silence between them. mary looked just like anya, but older. but they were far from the same. he knew that. he knew anya, something about her just seemed familiar. maybe he knew someone like her when he was younger.

"no. just shadysiders going loopy. no offence." he said, realising he hadn't said anything. and that she was looking at him softly. she loved him, to some extent. he knew, it was obvious. it was on the low though  he could tell she still felt sad about will. no matter how much she tried to hide it. will was her soulmate.

"do you think my daughter did it? she said she was there with her friends. they are drug addicts, it's the only other explanation." mary mumbled, walking round to the other doorof his car as he unlocked it. but as he opened the door he spotted something. blood. in the middle of the road.

"stay there." he ordered. mary nodded as she climbed into the seat. watching through the mirror as he slowly walked to the blood on the floor. watching him, something was very wrong woth sheriff goode lately. she doesn't think much of it, afterall people were being murdered randomly again. it must have brought back memories. he kneeled before it  the blood was awfully dark. a almost black in colour. two things lay discarded in the blood. a necklace and a ring. he reached for the ring first, something engraved on the inside. however as his fingers touched the cold metal. a flash of colours voided his minds. images of kinds. a girl. a girl falling out of a bus, laughing at herself. a girl throwing bread. a girl swimming. a girl running laughing. and then a girl running in fear. screaming. a image of a man stepping into a dark room, holding an axe. and then a full image of her face. eyes blown wide in fear. anya. and then red. a gasp keeping his lips as he zoned back into reality. what the fuck was that. it all seemed familiar. something nagging at the back of his mind. picking up the ring, he pocketed it. he knew who it belonged to, he'd reconize that ring anyway. picking up the necklace. what was going on.