Revenge is Justice: A Creepypasta O.C.

Chapter7).

Sage stepped out of the shower, almost tripping over the bathtub wall. He rolled his eyes in irritation. 'Sly one,' he thought to himself. Bullets of water were running from his body and dripping onto the floor. He glanced at the bathroom mirror, and found it steamed up. He took a towel from the towel rack and wiped it off, then opened the door so it wouldn't fog back up. As he was drying his hair with the towel, he heard his phone going off down the hall in his bedroom. He quickly fastened the towel around his waist and went to catch the call, leaving wet footprints behind him. On the forth ring, Sage picked up the phone and swiped the screen without bothering to check the caller ID, "Hello?" The voice on the other end was a voice that he'd been waiting to hear all day. A voice that filled him with all sorts of lust. "Hey there." Ivy replied back, "what's up?" Sage could hear the flirty tone in her voice. It came out distinct, but he wasn't sure if she'd planned it to sound that way. "Just got out of the shower. Are you still planning to come over?" Sage had the phone under one ear and was slipping some clothes on, waiting for her answer. "You know it, I'm actually almost there." Sage smirked, "Good. See you when you get here." "Mm hm. Bye." Sage set the phone back down and dropped the towel to the hardwood floor. He shuffled the towel all the way back to the bathroom in his socks, drying the floor on the way. When he reached the bathroom, he not only noticed that the steam was gone, but that the mirror was defogged as well. He threw the wet towel in the hamper, and grabbed his toothbrush to brush his teeth. After he brushed his teeth he headed down stairs, every other step he took was a stair that creaked under his weight. He had the whole house to himself having Dante being in Baltimore, and his mother visiting family. She asked him to hold down the fort, trusting that he wouldn't throw any parties or get in any kind of trouble. But what she didn't know is that Sage planned on having a two person party. Just him and Ivy. He was well aware that what he was about to do was treacherous towards him and Dante's brotherhood, but he really couldn't help himself. Ivy was all that he wanted, and as long as his brother never found out, he was okay. Everyone was happy. Sage was content on getting something to eat, he entered the kitchen and looked in the cabinets, nothing. He checked the fridge, not really much in there either. "Screw it." He shut the fridge and shuffled into the living room, snatching the remote off of the coffee table he fell onto the couch face first. With one arm tucked under his body he stretched the other arm out to turn the television on. He went to watching a regular fascination of his, a documentary on serial killers. It just intrigued his interests, the way their minds worked. He was twenty minutes in when a knock at the door startled him. He jumped, and then laughed at himself a bit. "Crazy people man," he mumbled as he struggled to get off the couch. Sage bit his lip and he looked through the window to see Ivy on his porch. He quickly power walked to the door to open it. When he opened it Ivy was quick to enter the house, slamming the door behind her. She immediately held Sage by the sides of his face and kissed him deeply. Sage let his hands Rome around her body with lustful curiosity. This had been going on for a few months but this is only the third time they'd ever done anything, so he was still, very much into her body. Pushing Sage into a nearby wall, she jumped into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck. Sage's breath hitched as his back hit the wall. But caught her just in time, grabbing two big handfuls of her rear-end. He slowly and carefully carried her upstairs to commit a few sins.

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On the way back home Vesta joined Dante in the back seat, laying in his lap while Sam drove. They'd been driving for a few hours before it'd gotten dark. Vesta was as comfortable as she could be, besides the bumps and jostling of the car. But even then she was very pleased with where she was right this moment. One of Dante's hands were busy playing with her hair and the other one was on her stomach. She couldn't really tell if Dante was looking at her or out his window. His head was leaning against the window, so it could've been either one. She stopped wondering and raised her eyes to the stars. What she didn't know was that Dante was indeed looking at her. He admired the way the stars made her eyes shine, and how her pale skin looked in the dark. He was thinking about leaning down and kissing her, but he didn't know how she would feel about it considering he had a girlfriend. But besides, he couldn't do that to Ivy, regardless of the fact that he hadn't heard from her since before he left for Baltimore. He was going to be faithful because he felt that she deserved it.

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Vesta stood there, before the brick yards. She wasn't sure why she was here. She just was. There was a stereotype like fog that was made the area where she stood a bit more eerie then the first time she had seen their place. She looked behind her to see that she was past the chain link fence. It was kind of funny to her. When she first came here she never got past the fence, never even got more that two feet close to it. She'd wondered what struck the bravest notch in her nervous system, but it was too late once her gut told her something was wrong. In the distance she seen hands burst from the dry earth, and slowly she watched as the hands became arms, arms formed shoulders and heads, torsos. The poor people that dug their way out of the earth looked mutilated. Whole body parts missing, deep stitched up wounds, and some were even missing eyes. She watched in terror until she her mind told her to flee, but when she tried to run her feet wouldn't move. It was almost as it her shoes were glued where she stood. She couldn't escape. She watched as these zombified people moved ever so closely. She soon recognized the one closest to her from the news a few days ago. She was stripped of her clothing and her body was hideously mutilated. She was inches away from Vesta, she was so close that Vesta smelled the aura of death that ebbed from her. The zombie opened her mouth and choked out one name. "Dante." Vesta woke with a start, only to realize that she wasn't in Dante lap anymore. She started to freak out until she realized that she was back in Burnt Chimney. Sam called from the front seat, "You okay?" Vesta propped herself up on one arm and moved her hair away from her eyes with her free hand. "Yeah." she sighed, "Just a bad dream." "Well, we just dropped Dante off." Sam glanced at her from the car's rearview, "I thought it was cute how her buckled the seatbelt around your waist to keep you safe. He really cares about you, ya know?" Vesta looked down at the seatbelt and then sighed, "Yeah I know."