My Roommate and The Boys

Raven's POV

I shifted as I heard a loud bang. I opened an eye and blushed at the sight of my position. I was sitting on August's lap with my head against his chest, his arms around me. I closed my eye when I heard Nick's confused voice. "Ainsley, what's going on?!" I heard Ainsley panting as she yelled out into the silence of the room. "Dad, NO!" My eyes shot open. I spotted a dark figure evaporate into smoke and pour into August's mouth. His chocolatey brown eyes flickered and suddenly, they were red. His eyes shot down to me, and had an evil, bloodthirsty gleam in them. He stood, making me roll onto the floor. I sat up and backed against a wall. August's voice wasn't the silky monotone voice that I fell in love with, it was raspy, and it cracked a lot. He chuckled. "So you finally figured it out, huh? That day, after your stepmother took my beautiful girls and your dear brother from me, I swore vengeance. Bloodlust courses through my entity. Since your sister won't accept my help, I shall FORCE IT UPON HER!" He drew a knife from thin air and pointed it at Nick, who backed into the far wall. I was choking on my tears and an inaudible plea escaped my lips. "No, please." I started shivering as Jethro lunged at Nick, only to see a flash of color, and saw Caster with the knife in his shoulder. "C-CASTER!" I ran over to him and took my hospital gown off (which I had a tank top and shorts under) and used it to stop the bleeding. "Okay, this might hurt, a lot." I yanked the knife out of his shoulder and he screamed. I pressed the gown to his shoulder and told Nick to get a nurse. He just nodded and ran out. I looked back at August as the black smoke that was my fathers soul pour out of his mouth, his eyes becoming a warm brown once again. He looked at me, then Caster, then at his bloody hand and the knife. He started shaking. "T-That son of a bitch! I almost killed TWO of my friends because of him!" He was crying. Ainsley walked over to comfort him, and I felt a hot slash go through my body. It felt like fiery claws were slashing at my heart. What was it called? Oh, ya.

Jealousy.