Sacrifice.

Could it get any worse?

I drift through the silent, eery forest searching for DarkLix's den. If I find DarkLix's den then I will find Alaska. Please let her not be dead. But... However many times I tell myself she must be alive... Has to be alive. I know there's not a hope, she's dead and yet again - it was DarkLix.

Why does it have to be my friends? Why is DarkLix targeting us? What is the point?

I know DarkLix doesn't think like that... She's colder than ice.

Unexpectedly, happiness and warmth shoots up inside me, Emmy is alive! That stupid vampire made me think she was gone forever! As I cuss my dumb ass friend, I nearly miss the dark, inky opening of a cave. A small dim light inside it, flickering and glowing. I could just see the blood spatters on the stone walls and the lethal, evil looking torture instruments hung on the walls. 

It says DarkLix all over it.

As I slowly waft into the eery, black cave I see a wrecked, bloody body on a slab of cold stone. There was barely any flesh left on the skeleton and I couldn't make out the face which was a wreck but I knew instantly who it was... Alaska.

Anger flairs up inside me - this is only what I could expect. DarkLix is a physcopathic murderer and I know it better than anyone but anger seeps into the very core of my bones like fire.

I have to find DarkLix. And do exactly what she did to my friends.

Cut her up.

Burn her with acid.

Make her feel the agony that I felt and my friends felt. But I realize now I got off lucky, if DarkLix found me then I would of gone the way Alaska did. Know one wants to go that way.

Death. It's not too bad. In death you are peaceful...calm. Just floating through your existence like a cloud. Dying though. That's another story.

The cold, metal, deadly blade of the knife slicing into my delicate skin and through to my heart. Drowning in a your own blood... It's hardly a nice experience.

As I float gently out of the cave I see her. DarkLix. She's washing the dried blood of Alaska off her pale skin. She's struggling. There's so much blood.

Anger raises inside me again and I run...well float very quickly towards her. And stand right in front of her. Staring her in her fiery eyes.

She can't see me.

I whoop in joy and start swearing joyfully at her. If she can't see me she's a easy target!

"Oh shut up, Katy. You're giving me a headache," A familiar voice moans, I can't believe I didn't sense the conscience behind me. I swivel around and gasp. No it can't be. Impossible.

Martha.

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