"Manti!" Rebecca called out into the darkness, the only light in her room was reflecting on the broken mirror from a passing cars headlights.
"Yes." Hissed a male voice from under her.
"I love you." She slurred.
"We need to get rid of them." The voice whispered up to her hatefully.
"Who?" She asked confused, Rebecca had trouble keeping up with things these days.
"The tricksters and the killers." Manti hissed.
"How?" She questioned innocently.
"Kill them and devour their bodies, then you'll be the strongest witch. You'll have their strength inside of you." Manti said viciously.
"Izzy killed my mommy so she dies first." Rebecca decided, " and I'll need her powers so that I can kill my coven."
Rebecca rolled off of her mattress and slid beneath her bed so that she could sleep where she thought Manti dwelled.
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The Patron Saint of Monsters
Ficção AdolescenteA girl falls in love with the monster under her bed.