"Bella." I stare at the smug figure in front of me. Shelley looks from me to her then holds her hands up as if she's retreating.
"Well shit." She takes a step backwards and I slowly slide my arm around her waist to show Bella that I'm not up for grabs.
"Hey Ty." The witch starts to get closer, it's almost as if I can see the warts on her nose and the pointy hat sitting loosely on top of her head. What is she trying to brew now?
"Why did you audition for this part? Actually, more importantly, how the hell did someone like you even get the part?" I slightly turn to Gavin for some reassurance and back up, almost hoping Bella is just an imposter of the real actress or actor and isn't any part of the series. Sadly, she really did get the part.
"We're all professionals here." Bella says in raspy voice, sounding as if she smokes a packet of cigarettes a day.
"Are we all though?" Shelley hisses back and shifts uncomfortably as she leans forward to almost make a barricade between me and Bella. I move slowly so that I'm closer by her and keep my hand firmly on her.
Gavin finally decided to jump in. "You all have filming now." He awkwardly informs us. Me and Shelley both glare at Bella before walking away. I quickly grab my phone out and message Dylan (Sprayberry).
-—-
guess who's my third love interest
um idk... me?
bElLa
oh
shit
yeah
she scares me
awww baby dylan is scared of
snakes
WAIT DO YOU HAVE A SEX
SCENE WITH HER
i sure hope not
her breath will stink of onion
is it just me but i look at her and
thinks that she'd smell disgusting
i don't know i don't go around
sniffing people
be scott for a minute
why
i want to know what she smells
like now
holy shit dylan
well i'm intrigued
she has to be my girlfriend in
the first few episodes
oh fuck
dude you're dead
-—-
Nick pulls up at the white house on the road end of Vine Road. He hops out of his silver Land Rover and creeps up to the abandoned crime scene. Iris (Bella) quickly walks over and looks to Nick before grabbing his hand to walk in.
They cautiously open the door as it creaks, revealing light into the dark house when they shine their flashlights into the gradually growing opening.
"What are we looking for again?" She asks him in a barely audible whisper whilst they tip toe over the shaken floorboards.
"Anything the police might've not found. Something just doesn't seem right." He rests his hand on the banister, coating his hand in a thick layer of dust. He wipes his hand down his jeans.
"I called Jess and Yasmin." She sassily looks at him and rests her hand on her hip, swinging her flashlight around her finger with the other hand.
"Why would you do that?" He half whispers- half shouts before looking down at his jeans to see that where he wiped his hand from the dust is also stained red. He reluctantly looks back at the banister to see a trail of blood along it from the top. "What the hell..."
"Nick?" She curiously looks at him walking up the stairs, watching the banister intently as Jess and Yasmin come crashing through the door with excuses as to why they're late, but Nick doesn't seem to take any notice as he disappears from view and is engulfed in the darkness from upstairs.
The trail keeps leading on the cream walls. They look as if they were once white washed but have faded in time. There's broken junk practically lining the floor as he steps around everything. The trail of blood leads from the wall into another room. He follows into it and finds that the trail stops right in the middle of the right wall.
He questionably looks at the trail ending before knocking on the area that the trail ended. It makes a hollow sound. He reaches for the piece of broken glass that is sitting on the floor and cuts into the wall, creating a door shape.
"Nick." Iris holds onto his arm just as he's about to peel away the wallpaper. He looks back at her and places a gentle kiss on her lips before peeling it away. What he finds is the most disturbing. A man.
He was sitting in an opening in the wall. Blood lined the floor, the wall and practically every inch of his caramel skin. His eyes were left open in their pale blue form with his mouth agape. He looked shocked. There were cuts covering his chest. What really startled them all was that there was a symbol cut into his collarbone, revealing all of his bones across with some skin peeled away on his shoulder. It was almost a star. A red, bloody star.
-—-
As soon as filming the scene was done I desperately wiped my mouth. Dylan was right. She smelled disgusting. Shelley sheepishly walked over, fiddling with her thumbs.
"That was horrible." I chuckled and held onto her hands, looking down at them as I laced my fingers with hers.
"For you and me both. That was some kiss." She looked up at me and for a second I thought she was going to pull her hands away.
I pulled her in by her hands and kissed her, before she held onto my face to kiss me back as I held onto her waist, gripping onto her white top.
"It was nothing like yours." I rest my forehead against hers and I know she's smiling. "She stank." She chuckled at this, which was music to my ears.
"Promise me you won't kiss her or anyone else like that, like this." She places another kiss on my lips, parting hers slightly whilst she pulls me closer. When we pull away, I whisper to her.
"I promise." I pull her back in and stand there hugging her for a minute. It's what I needed.
"I love you so much, you know that right?" She muffles into my shoulder. I nod.
"I know. I love you too." We finally stop hugging and take our hands off of each other. She grins at me.
"Well come on Nick Turner, time to get out of here."
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