Shadowheart

Chapter 26

-"Do you think she'll turn?"

-"She has to. It's the only way to confirm."

-"Confirm what, master?"

-"Her blood. Hers is that of a royal blooded demon. And it's been how long since He was here?"

-"Almost 20 years, I think..."

-"Then it has to be her. She has to be His child."

-"And you would have her as bargain?"

-"What choice do I have? After everything I have done here, everything I have done to help him get up there... This is how I make things right. To make sure he takes me seriously once again since... Sighs..."

-"Master... If the blood does reject her... Your plan will work."

-"And once it does... I'll get that little red haired runt to him. Any way... Any time..."

Riiiiing

-"Hang on, gotta take this... Oh... Hello, um... Sane? Oh, yeah, sorry. Are we still in business?"

Knock knock.

-"Who is it?" Dahlia says out loud from the kitchen.

-"Who else would it be, airhead?"

She gasps and runs to the front door, opening it.

-"Daniel!"

She jumps on him, hugging him tight... Smiling widely and happily.

-"Woah! Dahlia, your grip!"

-"I missed you..." She kisses his cheek several times before she lets go. -"Hi!"

-"Wow, you just assaulted me. Better call the cops on ya." Daniel jokingly laughs.

-"Oh, no! You stay inside!" She pulls him to her, having him hold unto her as he got off balance. Both look at each others eyes... And smile. Just glad to see each other. In such a short while, Daniel missed Dahlia... While Dahlia needed comfort in her tough moments.

-"Dahlia... You really need to soften up that grip. You're gonna break my arm anytime soon."

-"Sorry..." She pulls back with sad eyes, until she looked at his hand holding a bag. -"What's in that bag?"

-"Pretty much every issue of SCAT Squad I got so far. Maybe you and I read it together?"

-"Yes. And I bought some ice cream as a little party favor."

-"Good. Oh, and let's not forget about the party. Promised my buds I would be there."

-"Yeah, I won't hold much... Well... Maybe..."

-"Come on!" He bumps into her. -"Let's just have fun no-"

Dahlia cuts him off by pecking him in the lips, then he pulls her close to kiss her slowly. They both held on to each other as they kiss slowly and softly.

-"Ok... Let's read."

Rage. She groans... Twisting and turning, knocking her pillows off her bed. Alex... Slowly losing her mind... She could barely remember when she and Dahlia participated in a play... She could barely remember when she rode a horse... She could barely remember... Remember... Rage... Her hands grow. They grow into the size of a fully grown pumpkin... But it did not stop there. Anger... Her pain was getting worse. Her spine starts stretching. Bones crack, limbs grow. The hate... It emanates... The black aura emanates from her arms... Her strengthening arms... Her legs are stretching... Such strength... Such power... Such... Hate... Her screams of pain are heard. Her screams kept going as her body grows larger and larger, stretching her clothes and expanding her muscles... The play... The hor... Hor... What... What was it? What was she in with Dahlia again? Her mind is... Fading... It fades into... Rage. She breathed... She breathed in... Her inhaling sounded a little like... Laughter. When she exhaled... It seemed... Monstrous. She feels it. She feels the strength. She feels the power. She could see herself. She could see her eyes. She could see her arms... She felt it. Felt it in her arms. In her chest. In her mind. Pure... Seething... Rage.

9pm.

-"Come on, Dahlia! It's almost time, are you dressed yet?" Daniel calls out from downstairs.

-"Alright, dad! I'm just slipping onto something comfortable." Dahlia comes downstairs wearing her red black striped tank top, a black skirt with chains on her left side, leggings and black sneakers. -"Now I'm ready."

-"Heh... Same outfit when I met you?"

-"There's a wonderful invention called "laundry", Daniel. You should learn this kind of stuff at your age." She sticks her tongue out before kissing his cheek.

-"Alright, miss Naggington, let's move out." Daniel takes Dahlia to his truck.

A car arrives at Alex's home. Alex's dad gets off the car and locks it in the parking way. He opens the door and takes off his suit coat, looking around.

-"Alex. Is dinner ready?"

Noticing the kitchen lights were off, he looks around, see if Alex would answer.

-"Alex? Where are ya?" Are you in the house?"

He hears a strange noise coming from upstairs. Sounded like... Growling. He moves up to see what it was.

-"Alex... Did you bring a dog in the house? I told you, no dogs allowed in here!"

No response. Agitated, Alex's dad knocks on the door.

-"Alex! I know you have a dog in there, so open the door or I will ki-"

KER-BLAM!

The door flies out, crushing him into the wall. Out of the dust, red eyes are seeing. Elongated muscular arms stretch out the doorway to move the door aside. The bloodied body of Alex's dad layed motionless there. Eyes wide open, leg bent, not breathing.

She remembered. Remembered the message in the phone. The address. She remembers. Good prey wait for her. Good prey who deserve it. Deserve to be punished for what they have done to her. To her friend. Slowly forgetting, she quickly moves. She moves to the house where she spent to make a group project with a jock. She remembers the party he was holding... She... Feels... The rage. Pure... Seething... Rage... Pure... Seething... Hatred...