Your's Only

Playing With The Devil

-Author's P.O.V-

Terrence had barked at Mason for the hundredth time, just to find out where Skylar's hideout was.

"I. Don't. Fvcking. Know!" Mason had snapped and Terrence had fed him another flying fist punch through the wall.

"Your brothers about to die in what?" Terrence flicked his attention to his golden watch- "7 hours!"

Mason was laughing at Terrence, as though he was a fool- "I don't care"

Terrence was furious and smoking red mad! He would demolish Mason, without knowing what hit the mother fvcker.
He flashed to the other room, where he kept Millie in case Mason had plans for her.

Millie hopped up excitedly- "So?"

She realised Terrence wasn't so.. Thrilled, and then she let the truth hit her stupid. "He won't tell, will he" it was more of a statement than a question as Millie slumped down back in her seat.

"I'm sorry"

Terrence was lost in his thoughts thinking of ways to find Skylar; nothing seemed to be helpful at this time-

"Unless"

Millie hopped up off of her seat looking anxious as ever- "Unless!"

"I need something of Skylar's for this to work, and a witch"

~*~

- Skylar's P.O.V -

"I can't-"

Christian looked at me questionably- "What?"

I shook my head, as I felt my body fuming up the heat to my nerves. "Something's wrong, and I can't keep the thoughts away. I can't help thinking that... That..."

I was shaking on spot, trying to get the haunting memories to leave me be!

"Skylar" Christian was sitting beside me, with his palm above my shoulder; looking at me sympathetically.

"Someone's going to die tonight"

The words blurted from my lips, I was not in control anymore. I felt serious and I couldn't help but tremble with fear.

"Shh" he whispered soothingly. "Are you sure it's not just a random feeling or short thought-"

"No." I replied rather quickly and blunt.

My eyes were looking straight at the door, like I was ready to pounce out of here while Christian had all his concern and worry focused on me.

"Sky-"

"Someone is going to die tonight!" I repeated, water filling up my sockets and drowning them with tears.

I looked at him this time-
"I'm not joking around Christian. I can feel it... I can almost see it"

And I could. The depths of black were centring my pupils, and the red swirls of blood were leading to a blurred vision of a dead body. I couldn't see the face, but I knew that body anywhere.
I've touched that body.
I've kissed that chest.
I've traced those lines.

I've loved that person for as long as I could remember.

"We need to go!" I cried, pulling Christian up by the elbow. "Please!" I screeched out. "He's going to die!"

The body in my mind slowly unfolded, as now I could see the face.
The lips that I've kissed.
The eyes that I've dreamt.
The hair that I brushed with the tips of my fingers.
The face that I've loved.