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Denial of the Curious

"Truce?"

"Yeah." My breath was coming out haphazardly and a head ache fiddled with my brains. "No more visions, 'kay?"

"How the hell did you even break it?" I let my eyelids snap closed as I lay next to Owen. Our bodies were perfectly parallel from each other and our hands were inches away from each other. Tingles slithered over my skin and the sun light from the rounded windows caressed my body, heat spreading from the hundreds of rays that lulled me closer to sleep.

Owen's breathing seems comforting in an odd way. A good distraction from the ticking of the clock on the wall.

"I'm a monster, Honey." I paused my sentence for the dramatic effect I loved so dearly. "So are you from the looks of things." Rhythmic breathing choked and stuttered as Owen scrambled to find the right words. Before any sound could come out of his mouth, a knock emanated from the door. My eyes shot open and a mischievous glint sparked in my emerald irises.

Boney hands pushed the door open and Grim's face peered through the gap he created. "Aviella, you called."

"Aye, I must have." I pulled my body up so I was in a sitting position and let a yawn out. "Gimme a hand here."

Grim's hand wasn't soft nor warm but the strength I needed was there. Once on my feet, I looked at Owen's lethargic form. I glanced for a second at the clock hanging on the wall. A hand curled around my ankle and the strong grip added to my curiousity.

"I'm not a monster like you."Denial. The poor prince was in denial. A spider could never be anything but a monster to the rest of the world. You don't choose your role in the game of life or the cards that will be handed to you.

"Believe what you will. You may pretend it doesn't exist but the world won't forget it. And you shouldn't either." I kicked Owen's hand off my legs and turned to leave. With only I few more steps to the door, his voice bounced around the room.

"Who are you going to kill? If it was me, then you'd have made a move already." The prince was clever, I'd give him that. I didn't waste my time on dragging out deaths.

"Smart boy. You can't save him so I might as well tell you, hmm. You're next in line for his throne." The fear in Owen's eyes shocked me for a second but my composure was quickly forced back into place. Tick. Tick. Tick. The clock was pretty but the flowers didn't really appeal to me. I was more into painting the white ones red than flat painted ones on an object.

My knife stuck in the centre like a dart on a dart board. The handle shook for a millisecond before it held still, waiting for my fingers to wrap around the hilt once again. It screamed and cried out obscenities drawing me closer to the silent clock.

"Silence is golden." Chuckles crawled out of my voice box as I retrieved my knife. Shimmers of the sun bounced around, reflecting off the blade in my hands.

"Come on, we have work to do. Mr Leigh is overdue." The knife twitched in my hands as I looked down at the sleeping boy between us. My maneuver had drained all of our energy and the prince was dealing with the results of messing with a monster.

I'd be back and he knew that.

Our next meeting would be eventful.