Soul bound

I can't stop at the red light, can't swerve off the road

Trigger warning for some violence and vague descriptions of disassociation.

And every night I wake up from this one recurring dream

Where I'm driving through the city and the breaks go out on me

I can't stop at the red light, can't swerve off the road

I read somewhere it's cause my life feels so out of control

Making the bed- Olivia Rodrigo

"Aomaris."

Aron's eyes clamped shut as a bright light formed at the summoning, wind blowing sand in her face. As it died down and Aron opened her eyes, she saw Sam looking around frantically and then immediately down at her. He quickly knelt down; his hands gentle as he helped her sit up. "What happened?"

Her response was incoherent, consisting of sobs and gasps for air. "It's- He-"

"He hurt you?!" he shouted, his eyes burning with rage.

"Tried-" she choked out, her body trembling violently. "He-"

Aron didn't have a chance to explain farther when a form stalked over to them, but to her surprise, it wasn't Andrew. This man was red, like the skin had been torn from his body and eyes an unsettling yellow with white hair. She felt the whole world freeze as she suddenly recognized the man. But it couldn't be...

"Malix." Sam spat out the name with venom, earning a chuckle from the devil.

"Well, well, well. Decided to return to your bitch?" Malix barked.

In a blink of an eye, Malix was pinned to the tree, Sam's fist relentlessly pounding into his face. It happened so quickly that it caught Malix off guard before he was suddenly thrown back by a red, fire-like force. He shot back against another tree, hitting his head.

"Damn it," Sam growled, standing back up quickly.

Malix grinned widely as he cackled. "Oh, come on, pretty boy, is that all you got?"

Suddenly they were at it again, Malix dodging Sam's blows and using magic for offense. Aron watched with wide eyes, hardly even breathing. He was stronger than the last time they'd met, quicker too. Sam seemed to be as well, viciously attacking the man without any sign of mercy. Malix would laugh with each blow, pissing him off more.

Again, he was thrown back with magic, his ankle twisting. He grunted as he forced himself back on his feet, and Aron could tell his glamor was threatening to crumble at any moment.

"I must say, pretty boy, I'm a little surprised you've come back to this shit storm," Malix taunted. "You left the pathetic human to herself, and now you've returned? To what, drain her again?"

Malix's laugh sent shivers down Aron's spine. "You left that bitch to die! Maybe we aren't so diff-" he was cut off by a sudden gun shot.

Aron was hardly even there, watching blankly as the man fell to the ground, a bullet wound in his leg.

"Sam!" James called, rushing over with the others close behind. Malix was quickly rising with a wicked grin, but before Sam could finish what he started, he was stopped by Erik. "We need to leave, now."

Matthew and Damien went over to Aron, who was simply observing at this point. Everything felt like a lull buzz, like she was spectating her life.

"Oh, you're chickening out! Why? Because you know I'll kill all of you and take the pretty girl all for myself?" Malix asked, amused. "I wonder what her fragile body will take before I kill her...or! Maybe I can bring her to hell to give Satan a new t-"