Elysian

Part I; Chapter II

Here is the second chapter! Dedicated to White_Teethed_Teen for her lovely comment about this book! I'm sorry if there are any typos or mistakes, I will edit this soon. I hope you enjoy this. And tell me, what do you think Chet is? c:

Nora

The night was illuminated by stars. Wind blew in her face as she drove silently. She arrived at her destination, parking her car in front of a house. The minute she stepped out, all eyes were averted towards her. They weren't used to seeing her like this. Her 'goody-two-shoes' act came to an end the minute the sun was down. Ignoring all the stares and gaped mouthed, she made her way towards the entrance, the clicking of her heels silenced by the loud music that blared from the inside.

Nora reached for the door knob, but was stopped from entering when somebody wrapped their arm around her skinny waist. Without turning around to even spare the person a glance, Nora spoke,"Let go of me, Jonathan."

With a sigh, the so called boy -- Jonathan -- let go of her. "How did you know it was me?"

Nora turned around, wrapping her arms around the boy's neck. She pressed her lips against his jawline, sucking until a purple colored bruise formed. A slight, almost silent moan left Jonathan's neck. Nora snickered and let go of him.

"You smell like blood," she crossed her arms over her chest, quirking a perfect eyebrow in his direction. She could still feel Jonathan's skin underneath her lips, the metallic taste of blood on her tongue.

"Who's is it?" Nora questioned, causing him to snap out of his little daydream.

"Chester," he replied casually, shrugging his shoulders as he leaned against the wooden walls of the cottage-looking house. He expected her to be angry, since he realized she's been hanging out with him a bit too much. Instead, a smirk spread across her features, a sadistic spark of pleasure clouding her eyes.

"Did you kill him yet?" A laugh erupted from his lips when he was asked that question. Running a hand through his hair, he shook his head.

"Nah, not yet," answered Jonathan.

"Then how did you get his blood on your body?" Nora wondered, looking around. It was too dark for anyone to see how much blood covered Jon. Either that, or everyone was just too intoxicated.

"By screwing him so hard he exploded."

"That's fucking disturbing," Nora rolled her eyes, taking hold of Jon's hand and pulling him away from the crowd of people who were too dumb to realize that the actual party was taking place inside the house.

"He sat in his tub, fully clothed, and cut himself. One, two, three," Jon ran his fingers across his wrist, a smirk etching it's way unto his plum lips, "until his whole arm was covered in scars. And I sat in front of him, urging him to keep going."

"Did he do it-?"

"Down the river? No. Across the street."

"Dammit, Jonathan!" Nora screamed out in annoyance, gripping her hair as if she was about to pull it out. There was no one nearby to see how frustrated she was, but him.

"It will eventually kill him. He doesn't realize what he is doing, N. And when he does, it'll already be too late. We cannot kill him, not yet. He's stronger than us. He just doesn't know it. The minute he finds out what he is, he will use all his power against us. We will be dead before the day is done," Jonathan said, placing both hands on her shoulders, as if he was trying to snap some reality into her mind.

Nora looked up at him with a smile, nodding, "I cannot wait to have his little, frail body rotting in my basement," she said, then laughed out loud. It didn't sound so pleasant; it leaned more towards the sinister type of laugh, the one you would hear only in movies and cartoon shows, in which the villain is plotting the world's demise.

And Nora felt like the villain this time. Soon enough, she will get her hands smeared with Chester's blood. He's slowly going mad. Slowly going to reach that point were he kills himself. It felt and sounded so satisfying to Nora; to know that the last of his kind, at least that's what she thought, was going to die.

It wasn't a very complicated process, though. She had killed so many of them. Some even killed themselves, scared that she would get to them. But Chet was different. He was complicated, unstable, and, although he didn't know it, powerful.

His kind is the reason behind why she is like this. Blood thirsty, lusting for power. They let go of her, like she was tiny feather on one of their wings. The perfect mixture of gold and white. They were always said to be nice, helpful, one of a kind. But what they've done to both Jon and her proved all of those stereotypes wrong.

"N, are you alright?" Jon asked, snapping her out of her thoughts. She looked up at the face she once loved, the innocence in his eyes she once worshipped. Nora gave a nod of her head and pressed her lips against his own.

"I'm fine, Jonathan. Really. I'm just happy that we are getting close to maiming all of them," she chuckled once, and turned around.

"I need to get home now, Mother would kill me if I'm late," and with that, she walked towards her car.

When she got home, her mother was fast asleep. Sighing in relieve, she took off her dress and turned on the water, waiting for it to fill up the tub. Nora wiped off her makeup and let her hair loose, before getting into the tub. She sunk into the water, relaxing underneath it. It was as if it wiped off all her problems, and the reason behind them, Chet.

Although she was completely relaxed, she couldn't help but notice the disgusting smell of something burn. It was the smell of burning skin, and she forced herself to open her eyes. Looking around, she realized it was her own skin. The flesh on her arms had turned red, covered in blotches and crimson colored blood. The bathtub water had turned an unlikely color of red and black.

The minute she regained sense, Nora let out an ear-deafening scream. She was sure it would wake her mother up, but it didn't. The only reply she got was a twisted laugh, a low voice followed by it.

'She's not there to save you, my dear Nora. No one is.'