Cassidy wants to meet me in the Library. I do as she says, waiting to see what comes next. See what I can stir.
I am realizing how dark my thoughts have been becoming.
How much pain I want to cause.
And yes, the darkness has been taking over me, but there is still a part of me, a little twinge, that is still me. Still Grace.
But it's very small.
And the darkness is eating that away, too. It's taking a while, but it's taking over that as well.
"I'm here." I say and huff. The library door has now closed, and I'm predicting something.
Because that's what Videns do.
I'm predicting pain.
Cassidy comes out from no where. She looks scared and happy to see me at the exact time. I don't know how to feel about this.
"Good." She is now sitting on one of the library tables, cleared from books. I tilt my head a little higher, causing me to look more confident (like I need anymore confidence anyways, ha.)
"Why did you want me." I sound bored, because this is boring. I thought it would be way more important and action packed than this. Cassidy hops down from the table,
"I can help you." I laugh at this, it's cute she thinks she can change me. She looks confused as I chuckle at the joke. I stop and glare at her,
"You think...you can help me?! Oh, kiddo, I don't need help. I'm perfectly fine. In fact, I'm perfect. I don't need some help from some low-life banshee who is in love with a werewolf." I laugh again.
"How do you know I'm-" She looks confused.
"I have my ways." I laugh once again and Cassidy now looks confused and hurt. I step closer to her, she doesn't flinch.
"Let me help you." Her jaw is lined crooked from frustration and I hold up my hands, shaking them, refusing for help.
"No thanks, but I appreciate the effort. But sweetheart, when are you going to realize that you. can't. save. me. Especially if I don't need saving." I put a hand on her shoulder and she looks at it, stone faced. She shakes it off and looks at me, calm.
"Fine. I'm sorry I tried to slap the darkness off of you." Oh, she wants to play that game. she continues, "But I want the old Grace back. The one I could laugh over and have fun with. I know, deep down inside, you're still there. You are still the Grace Beacon Hills loves."
Okay, This pushed me over the edge.
I act cool.
I grin, low chuckle filled my cheeks. I then take her arm.
crack.
She cries out in pain. Her bone is sticking up clearly, veins popping out, of her forearm. I laugh and look her in the eye as blackness fills my veins holding her injury as it crawls to my neck. She looks in pain. I laugh,
"I heard void foxes feed off of pain, well, I'm hungry." I squeeze tighter, Cassidy groaning, and I feel power, pain, power, fill into my head, my heart.
"Feeding is what helps me. So thank you, for helping me." I finally let go of her arm and her hands flies to it, whimpering in pain. She collapses to the floor, babying her broken arm, thanks to me. I turn around and walk out as she sits there in pain.
Feels good.
Feels bad.
I like bad.
As I walk out, I chuckle at her screams and yelps.
That was fun.
