Amoung The Shadows

Chapter 6-Disspear

For some reason I felt like kissing while killing him. It was a painful feeling because in my situation, I can only do one...Sadly...
I chose the more practical choice and pressed my blade against his throat. He didnt bleed...Sadly...
Instead, he smiled. He opened his mouth but before he could speak I interupted. Hell no was this kid getting the first word...or last. "I will let my fire burn Pan. You sparked it...Now, consider yourself bearing it's burden. Newt's dissapearence was the final blow. Now I am a bon-fire. No way will you be able to stop it. No way you will be able to tame it." At that I pressed the knife further. Now he bled. Lightly though. His lips parted as if in pleasure and he slightly arched his back while putting his head back. What the shuck is wrong with this kid? I'm inflicting him physical pain, why is he acting as though he enjoys it!?
I was cought off gaurd. Confused. Dazed even from seeing him like this. Great. Wrapped around his finger. That is exactly why he vanished.

I gave an exssperated sigh and leaned my back against the tree where Peter's body just was. That was all a shucking act. A shucking good one too. Not what I anticipated, yet exactly what to happened. I ran my finger against the edge where I held the demon that was able to bewiched me just like that. There were red speckles lining it. Good. Sadly, I managed to scrach myself lightly as well, just now. The blood mixed. It only became a greater quantity. No explosion. No other effect. Just a small pool of malecholy blood. Red as a rose with great thorns and light as a single tear of a fair maiden longing her lost love.(Me)

I awoke from my daze when I realized tree bark was not usually green unless it had moss on it, and moss didnt have patches of red and peach on it. (What a great though process right?)

He was also looking at the blood. Then I wiped it on the previously white sleeve of my blouse. I hope Mary wont mind! Peter also seemed to break out of his daze. I looked him in the eye, "What do you want?" I managed to croak out. He was too strong, too smart, too cunning, too...evil. I cant kill him. I hate that. It makes me feel weak, vaulnerable even that is what really scares me. I hate being scared, I do, more than anything.
"Well?" I put as much venom into it as possible. Then, I took the sword out of my sash and jammed into the tree trunk dangerously close to Peter's head. He flinched reflexivly. Good. He wants to play bad boy, then so will I.