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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The moment I saw her, I knew it was my wretched little sister. The closer I got, the better I felt, I was one step closer to the merge, to bringing Isabelle back... So I could make her suffer of course.
One foot in front of the other, it felt too easy. Maybe I shouldn't suspect a thing. However, it's sad to think while I was frozen in time, no one gave a damn about me. So why should I about them?
"How can I help you?" She asks once I sat down. I can feel the smile already curling on my lips.
I'm so close. Grab her, siphon, dead twin. Simple.
"One Zima, please" I answer while studying her. I know she's my sister, but it came to mind, if I hit on a girl now, would that be creepy? I mean, I'm a forty year old guy.
As I was trapped in my thoughts, Olivia huffed before saying: "Hilarious" in a sarcastic manner.
She's definitely a Parker.
I keep silent as I try to figure out how this will go. I mean, the bar seems quite popular.
"Are you going to order something or just gonna stare?" She questions, cocking her head to the side in the process.
"Okay-" I tutt "- Uh, how about a soda?... Liv".
When she leaves, I breathe out a smile...
"Liv... Ironic".
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I waited until everyone was gone. I'm not a complete monster, I wouldn't exactly want to run into myself.
Liv was standing before me, probably internally moaning for me to leave. However, I continued to scroll through Twitter and drink my soda. That is, until it realised I needed followers.
"Are you on Twitter? Uh, I just signed up, you should follow me. CobraKai1972.... Come on. Like Karate Kid?... Also, did you know you can follow celebrities? They all Twitter the stupidest things, it's hilarious" I chuckle before looking back down at my phone. They might be a pain to get to but at least it's better than my pager.
"It's kinda dead-" she admits while she clears up the bar. "- I think I'm gonna close up" she continues. But, she can't leave yet, I've got a revenge mission to complete and a merge to win.
"Oh! Hang on, hang on. I'm gonna get a real drink" I announce, looking behind me for anyone else. When I see no one, I turn back to witness a fed up expression painting her features. "No bourbon. I'm secure enough in my masculinity. Vodka's boring. Rum's too tropical. Ohhh, tequila, you do not wanna see me on tequila.... What about gin? Is that weird" I ask, as Liv wipes down the bar.
"Not if you're a fifty year old-" she counters, "- But, seeing as you look nineteen, I'm gonna need some ID".
Perfect!
"Oh. Of course" I say in false shock.
I guess it's the best way to reveal myself, Isabelle always said I was pretty elaborate when it came to entrances. She would be proud from wherever she is... Hell?... Maybe.
"1972, nice try" she smirks, handing it back.
"True story. But, that's not the most interesting thing on that ID- " I announce, "- Hey, look again" I offer, pushing it back across toward her. "Name? Address?" I suggest. I'm already giddy in my seat.
"Malachai Parker- Oh my God!" She exclaims, pushing herself back in shock. However, I've already gripped her arm. Under my hand a red light erupts under her fair skin while she groans in pain.
"Last time I saw you... We were trying to kill you, but it's just me now. So why don't we pick up where we left off?" I question rhetorically, relishing every moment, it just brings me back to the good ol' days.
"I don't think so" she speaks up before stabbing me in the shoulder, a white heat slithers down my arm causing me to let go. Luckily, I siphoned enough magic to keep her just where I want her.
"Life is so much easier with magic" I sigh before ripping out the cork screw she stabbed in my shoulder. She runs back from the door I closed, frantically trying to find a way out. It's like playing cat and mouse, it's just no longer a chase. "Feels kinda like cheating.... I'm sad you didn't recognised me. You would've Isabelle, but she's gone now" I seethe, attempting to ignore the pain for longer. "That means, dad erased all trace of my existence... Family pictures. Movies. The little handprint turkey I made. What a dick" I continued while she ran about, it's quite tiring. But, at least she's not as fast as she used to be.
She barrels up the stairs, I can practically hear her heart racing as a trail of blonde hair follows her back.
"You stay the hell away from me" she threatens, then pulling a few chairs and tables pathetically, trying to guard herself.
"You were always so bad at hide-and-seek. I mean, you were four, but still, try find a better hiding spot" I chastise before throwing her protection to the side.
I was so close. Just a few more steps and it was bye bye Livipoo.
However, it didn't go quite as plan...
I hadn't really expected something to ram into my side and throw me over the railing.
