The Queen of the Dead

7) Separate Ways

Nothing went back to normal. For starters, Lilyanne woke up with a pounding headache, and barely any recollection of the previous night. Or the past week for that matter. She felt some sort of presence in her head, and assumed that's what the headache was from. But even more concerning, her two roommates were nowhere to be found. As for Annabelle, she was terrified. Which was really saying something since demons don't scare easily. She woke up and was no longer in control of her body. And for all the times she had disguised herself as a human, this never happened once, and realized that her mortal side was heading to breakfast (which she completely agreed with, a demon's got to eat) or to find those good for nothing roommates. All the while, Annabelle was trying to figure out a way to not only get back in control of the body, but a way out of this wretched orphanage. Meanwhile, Lilyanne couldn't help but think of an old tv show, she could have sworn she remembered watching before she came to the orphanage. The one about a half-dead teenager who fought ghosts in his town. She wondered if he had a presence in his head all the time, and if that came with being half-alive. Because that is certainly how Lilyanne felt. She found her roomates at breakfast, but they both did their best to avoid her. Glaring at her when they thought she couldn't see. Talking in hushed tones, and only to each other. That confused Lilyanne to no end. What did she do? Lilyanne tried to think, but she honestly couldn't remember. Although there was something about a cat. A dead cat? Lilyanne couldn't remember. She finished her breakfast, and walked back to her room. There everything went black.

2.

Annabelle sighed as the room came back into a blurry focus. Glaring around the room, Annabelle found her bookbag, and picked it up. Scrunching up her nose at the pink fabric with flowers and butterflies as a print. How she could like this fabric, disguise or not, she will never know. Grabbing some clothes, which Annabelle was completely disgusted by as they were all brightly colored, and putting them in the bag. Taking one last glance around the room, and brushing her brown hair out of her eyes. Wait, brown hair? Annabelle pulled a strand in front of her face, and sure enough it was her usual dark brown. Sighing, and internally screaming, Annabelle tucked the strand behind her ear. Looks like she was in a Jekyll and Hyde situation now, and her biggest question was why. Grabbing her bag, and slinging it onto her shoulder, Annabelle started towards the open bedroom door.

3.

Marilynn and Annalise had their suspicions of Lilyanne being the brunette who keep spying on them. But seeing her transform into her was too much. Annalise's eyes widened, and she attempted to contact Andrea or Helene telepathically, while Marilynn stood almost frozen in shock. The duo stood that way for about five minutes. Marilynn standing and watching in a daze, and Annalise with her eyes closed and a look of concentration on her face. Then Lilyanne slung her bag over her shoulder, and Marilynn grabbed hold onto Annalise's wrist. Annalise allowed Marilynn to drag her to, you guessed it, a closet. Once inside Marilynn, you guessed it, climbed onto a shelf. Annalise fought the urge to eye roll at the raven haired girl.

"So what was the point of dragging me here?" Annalise asked, rather rudely. Marilynn didn't bother trying to fight the urge, and rolled her eyes at the redhead.

"She's leaving," Marilynn stated. Annalise essentially became a puppy, and tilted her head ever so slightly. Sighing Marilynn continued, "Lilyanne's running away."

Annalise gasped, "Why?"

"Well she obviously has some sort of split personality that she doesn't want people to know about. And remember that message? The one about Annabelle disguising herself?" Annalise nodded. "Well I bet that's what causing the split."

"And because she's a demon, she could change Lilyanne's hair color?"

"Your guess is as good as mine on that Anna," Marilynn stated as she slipped off the shelf, not falling on her face for once, and walking out the door.