Malachai Parker wasn't the only person to massacre his family. Along with him was Isabelle Martin, a witch who held his hand along the way, letting him siphon painlessly.
You could say she was as crazy as he. Unable to see the destruction he truly...
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"Day one hundred and twenty three, what are we doing Mal?" I asked, turning the camera toward the siphoner as he drove down an empty motorway.
"We are going to the Whitehouse" he smiled, then turning his head my way for only a second before he turned it back to the road.
"And why is that?",
"Because I want to take stupid pictures in the president's chair and you want to find out if Area 51 is real" he chuckled while shaking his head.
"Hey! It would be good to know, we could practically do anything we want" I reminded him.
My smile only came around while with Mal. If I were to be the only girl in the world, I would want him to be the only guy. I was happy, basically shining as his eyes flickered between me and the road constantly. They say the little things count the most and that look, the short yet longing touch of his blue eyes. It was everything.
"So, if Area 51 is real, what else would you want to know?" He queried, allowing his lips to curl into his signature grin.
"The truth about JFK!" I beamed,
"Remind me how you're my girlfriend? Please" he smirked, he always asked.
"Well...-" I began, dragging out the word "- it was a humid night in July, and you were probably just walking about, sulking like always-",
"No, why lie? I thought this was a true story?",
"Exactly Malachai. Anyway, you were sulking over something Joey, Olivia and Lucas had done. I can't exactly remember, all I know is that Joshua didn't quite like it. So, like usual, you came to my house, hiding from my dad-",
"What do you mean like usual? And by the way, we met when we kids",
"That was only the person Joshua wanted me to see, the abomination of the Parker family. The day I met you, was when you climbed up the drain pipe just so I could hold you. That's when I met the infamous Malachai Parker" I smiled as I finished my words.
"Why are you so cheesy?",
"Wow, so many questions for a person who's supposed to be a genius",
"Shut up...." he said sarcastically as he tried to pinch at the exposed skin of my thigh. "Anyway, turn off the camera, we're making a pit stop",
"What for?" I asked innocently whileI batted my eyelashes. At that, he wiggled his eyebrows, causing me to recoil in mock disgust before I placed a sloppy kiss to his cheek.
"Love you",
"I hate you",
"You don't",
"No... I hate that I do" with that, he stopped the car and pulled me to his side, turning off the camera in the process.
