Homesick

12

Abby

Wednesday, June 5

I said the spell perfectly, the words rolling off my tongue. Just like master said, we started to combine. Emily stared, blood-shot eyes and a disgusting bloody nose. She looked terrified but could not move.

"The transformation is complete," I said. He winked at me from the bushes where he was watching, ready to pounce. I had Emily locked so she wouldn't run while we feasted on her bones.

"Abby, what have you done," Colin said. His voice was deeper than normal, probably a side effect from the transformation. Master licked his lips hungrily, but I shook my head, warning him to stay down. Colin here, thought I was working with him. But no, I was working with Mr. Grieves. His father. Collins mother is presumably dead, but him being 86 years old, I would assume she was. Mr. Grieves was only alive because he feasted on the blood of young innocent prey. Well, people I should say.

"Abby? Answer me, Abby!" Colin said. I gave him a glare, and the part of us that was me grew stronger. I had more power over him then I did before. He shrunk down leaving only half his brain in charge.

Finally, I thought, he's down to nothing. I can defeat her finally. Master stared at me from the woods and I nodded. He pounced on Emily, instantly tearing her skin. She remained in the same position, so she was more of a cat scratch then a living being. He clawed her eyes out, leaving dark red holes in her face. Her scalp was ripped from her head, her skull cracked and damaged beyond repair. She couldn't be saved, now now, not ever.