Hallow's: Witch's Brew

Seventeen

In This Moment- Blood Creature Poster Girl

I make my way downstairs before slipping into the red bottoms she gave me. I love this dress. I loved it the moment I saw it online. It's fitted to my body. Stops just below my knees. Long sleeves and the best part is that it covers the angry red marks left by the lightning strike on my neck and chest. I shake my hair out and take a deep breath. 

"You've got this," Beverly says with a smile on her face. "Fuck. I forget how pretty you are when you try a little," 

"Fuck off, Bev," I roll my eyes. 

"All right. Leave her alone," Verona pushes her away. When I look up Noah is standing behind her. He looks me over and immediately averts his gaze. 

"Here," he holds up a bullet. "Digital copy. I scanned your stuff too," 

"USB," I say taking it. "Old school," 

"Fuck you. I'm only eight months older than you are," he huffs. The others laugh. "It's untraceable. Your devices are blocked here, but once you leave, they're up for grabs. The coven has tech geeks too," 

"Thanks," I say tucking it into my purse. "Fuck, this is-" I pop my neck. "I'm really doing this," 

"Yeah," Cody nods. "You don't want to be late," 

With one last look up at Noah, I take my carrier from Verona and leave. The drive to Hellbourne is long but not long enough. I've had time to think about it. Time to convince myself that this was an impulsive ass decision. I'm selling my soul to the devil here. Not just any devil. Belladonna Blackstone. The most powerful being on Earth. Shit probably in the veil and hell. Okay, maybe not hell but she's definitely getting there one day. 

This girl is a monster and she looks like a sweet little angel. With her pretty yellow eyes and her long pitch black hair. I've never seen skin like hers and her body. It was created to sin. I mean she's absolutely perfect. Perfect enough to have six mates. Dudes that are just as nuts as she is if not more. I mean none of them look like the kind that would ever share a piece of bread but she's got them all spun around her million-dollar manicured fingers. 

Reaper traits are a lot like succubus ones. They can't always feed on death. They'd probably be a lot more aggressive. They feed on emotions, for the most part, their preferences are usually something sinister like lust and rage. B.B. seems to get off on misery and pain. Unlike her father who fed on helplessness and faith. 

I don't like that she's marked Noah. It means that if I break our bond, he's dead. Noah wouldn't exist in the world and I don't know if I'd be okay with that. A small part of me always wanted him to be happy even if it was without me. I knew he had someone. 

The boys mentioned him having a girlfriend. It had brought a smile to my face when it slipped. I was happy to know he found someone who was able to get past those iron-clad walls of his. He deserved to be happy after everything he's been through. 

When I enter Hellbourne for the first time in over ten years, I can't believe it. So much has changed. This place used to be a fucking shithole and I say that having been to the saddest corners of the world infested by war. In fact, this place looked a lot like that when Ben and I first moved here. 

The streets are clean. The houses have been renovated. The sidewalks and roads have been fixed. What catches my eye is the enormous black arch peaking out over the buildings where the Cityhall building is. 

"What the actual fuck?" I whisper to myself. If the sign didn't say Welcome to Hellbourne back there, I would think I took a wrong turn somewhere. 

I drive to the address she sent me. I laugh because this place is fucking pretentious as fuck. Starting with the double iron gates with the K emblem on them. If that's not enough to tell a filthy rich bitch lives here, the hut with the security guard dressed in a bulletproof vest and armed with an AK sure will.