The Contract

VII - Invidia

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I couldn't stop grinning. No matter how hard I tried to look somewhat normal, a grin kept its hold on my lips. I must have looked like a complete idiot—but for some reason, I didn't really care.

This felt so cool.

I had never been in a corvette, ever, in my whole life. Until now—and I was driving it! This car belonged to me; this beautiful, miraculous car. It was all mine—I was so giddy! Who knew a car could make someone feel so high?

Just as I was bouncing happily in the seat, I heard a voice that made my mood dampen quite quickly.

"Judging from that grin on your lips," Lure purred from the passenger's seat, "I'm guessing you like it?"

I shot him a quick glimpse. He looked rather proud of himself. He gave me a sweet smile, removing some rebellious hair from over his eyes and leaning back against the seat comfortably. "However, I didn't come here to talk about your car," he commented, looking ahead, out the windshield, at the street before us. "I came here to ask you to make your first real wish, darling."

I looked down at my lap for a second, the cogs in my brain churning. I wasn't sure what to do now. It seemed that the wishes were real—I indeed got a car, like I had wished for. Was I crazy for believing that this was real?

I believed it. It was all so far-fetched, but I did believe it.

"I want. . ." I hesitated, feeling a strange pang in my chest. "It would be really nice if. . ." I trailed off weakly. I didn't want to tell him. I swallowed and glanced at him from out of the corner of my eye, my cheeks slightly warming up.

"What, little Kitten?" Lure inquired softly, his tone oddly persuasive. I shot him a dark look and sighed.

"I want Matt to—"

"Die?" he finished for me, quickly and excitedly. "Perfect, because it can be done in no time at all! Just say the word, and. . ." he trailed off when he saw that I was gaping at him in complete horror. Grudgingly, he looked away, out the window, and murmured irritably, "I'm just fucking around."

I wavered. It sure hadn't sounded like it.

"Um, I actually wanted him to just. . ." I swallowed, "you know. . . not tease me anymore? Be nice to me?"

Lure's expression was one of pure disgust. "Little Kitten," he sighed dramatically, leaning towards me pointedly, "this boy has made your life a living hell for as long as you can remember. He has constantly teased you, made you cry, broke you inside a thousand times over. . . and you just want him to be nice to you?" He looked at the ceiling of the car as if to tell me that I was completely stressing him out. "Kitten, that's pitiful!"

Defensively, I was about to bite back a remark but he kept talking.

"You just want him to leave you alone?" he exclaimed, his eyes taking on a strange red hue. I frowned at this, but he seemed unfazed. "Why not make the fucker suffer?" he hissed, grinning slightly lopsidedly. "It would be so much fun, little Kitten."

"B-because I can't. . ." I trailed off when I noticed the redness in Lure'seyes increase. Now the whole irises of his eyes were a piercing blood red; the pupils narrowed into tiny slits. He looked terrifying. I stared at him, speechless, and blinked feverishly. He frowned back at me, curious as to why I had gotten so quiet all of the sudden.

"Something wrong?" he questioned, arching his pierced eyebrow.

"Y-your eyes. . ." I said quietly; nervously. Lure cocked his head, then glanced in the side-view mirror and blinked.