Sympathy For the Devil

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My eyes glowed an illuminated silver as I screamed until my head spun. Once the scream was silenced, my eyes reverted back to their green emerald hues. I could feel my eyes shift in color. The silvery white pupils could see much more clearly than my humans eyes ever could. I could see the span of the street for miles if I focused long enough. A rippling puddle of reflective rainwater revealed to me exactly how I looked. Powerful. Fierce. A huntress. A soul collector. A thief.

Josh is too young to die. I was too young to die. And I would feel guilty being the last person to see him alive and kicking. He may have used me during my moment of weakness last year, but I am not the type of person who would get some sick twisted vengeance on him to feel better about our rocky past entanglements with each other. I'm better than that. All I could feel was remorse as my body trembled and my lip quivered for his already fated loss.

My stomach teeter-tottered. I can't think pessimistically. I just can't. It will only make matters worse. I had to find some shred of positivity or I would lose my mind as a Banshee.

A name appeared where my heart is pounding right out of my chest. The name seared my body like a cow being branded and claimed. The burning of flesh left behind a fiery insignia. But not my insignia. Josh Saunders in his handwriting. His name is written in his blood. A soul ready to be claimed whether Josh is ready or not.

Killian, Bennett, and Uncle Charlie vanished before me as my surroundings flipped like a Rubik's cube. The dark street that was before me turned into an ominous smoky fog as I saw death whisk me away into the isolating and horrific abyss.

I lurched forward as I stumbled towards a couch gracelessly. I was no longer in the streets. I was in a nice looking house. I army crawled away from the couch as I heard a voice on the couch and the shuffling of feet. I rammed my head into the coffee table and grimaced. Nobody noticed as I felt the bump on my head and rubbed my temple. Ouch. I groaned as I moved away from the table.

This isn't real. Nobody can see me because I think they would be slightly perplexed by the random girl in their presence.

I wasn't really here.

But the internal bleeding going on in my head is mindboggling since the tension in my head from smacking my head on the coffee table riddled my forehead with hurt.

"Don't think about her." A rich and alluring voice spoke drawlingly. It's the kind of voice that is sickeningly sweet and pleasant to the ears. Sweet enough to give anyone diabetes. "You're mine now. All mine. Let me soothe you. Talk to me." Josh's head slumped forward as he debated to take another swig of Merlot.

A Japanese girl dressed in a scantily clad Burgundy bodycon dress that exemplified all of her perfect curves. Long pristine Obsidian nails with embedded crystals that resembled cat claws stroked Josh's chin seductively.

Her long and lanky legs donning fishnet stockings wrapped around Josh's neck in a restrictive manner. Her luscious full hair was raven black and almost resembled raven feathers. Her hair looked silky to touch.

The girl's eyes were black holes. Socketless. Her legs clenched tightly around Josh's neck. Not in a seductive way. A constrictive way. She was constricting his throat until his face began to turn a strangled red color as oxygen was being depleted from his body. She was suffocating him and he had no idea. As expelled for air as he was, he was still trying to have a conversation with her. His eyes were glazed and hazy. A deep gray. They were the eyes that undressed me every day in the halls. The eyes that had always been cruelest to me after my mom passed. His eyes were bulging out of his head as the onset of agony settled in.

"Stop! You're hurting him!" I shrieked as I divided the two on the couch, but my body went through them. I was only a passerby witnessing these straining horrors. Watching these horrors unfold broke a scream deep from inside me as my necklace grew warmer on the spot where it rested on my chest.