Violently Icy

Brice's Choice

Brice was stuck between two choices. He could either leave her alone or continue fuckin with her. "Rahven, you need to control your beast. The Monster must succumb to its master. Wynrie needs protection and you can't be a threat. We have enough already that need to be dealt with. We need you." I glared at Tate, giving what he said some thought. Some serious consideration.

Daemon existed the Devil's classroom, Ms. Churchhill's science class. Memories of the future shocked my eyes and became all I could see. I was becoming anxious. I was overwhelmed with raw power and emotion. It was almost sickening. I backed into the lockers and dropped onto my knees in a trance. I felt a guy's hands on me. They felt like Daemon's hands. Stronger than most.

"Hey, calm down. It's me. You're okay. Shirley's staring at us right now. I need you Rahven, come on," he pleaded. I was just about to become too far in if he hadn't caught me when he had, trapping me in a state of shocks. Would've been the most dangerous near death to go through.

I came back to and I looked directly in Daemon's eyes. A began to blink a few times and gain consciousness. "I'm fine. Just got overwhelmed. S'all. Promise, " I said, low. Chilliness was squeezing my shins and thigh, covering them with goosebumps on top of goosebumps on top of more goosebumps. Silliness filled me.

Tradition was that if one had been in a trance-like-state that they needed to be touched by a more powerful creature for the spell to be broken. The spell of a Witch. Literally. I just needed to find out who the Witch is. Tradition also stated, that every other year, a Witch from Salem would somehow manage to be free and roam around the world, tormenting and killing innocent people. That Witch would come to hunt the immortal creatures it feared or enemied. That she would always find a way back to hunt yet again very soon.

Everytime it had happened that way, exactly as planned. No problems whatsoever. I often got to see the future and I'd continuously get memories of that recurring. More horrifying each time. My mind was a pit if doom, gloomier than most people's is supposed to be. I felt the sorrow of all else that was holding back truth that I already knew. Tate and Brice approached Daemon. I could tell that they weren't happy with him for some reason and I hoped I didn't have to stay to find out either.

Screams ruled my mind and mad me collapse on the hallway floor. I started to bleed from my lips and I was heading for torture. "Rahven, did Chase say why she desired Willow? Tate is falling for Chase, so Willow can't have her presence for long," Daemon said before they interrupted us. Chase Flores and Willow Chesterfield had some secret behind them. I knew I would be the one to have to do the dirty digging on both of them. Inspiration in me flared.

I noticed from a distance, a Harley Davidson motorcycle, blackest black with hints of red were screaming my name. A few bats were painted on the thing, lime green. People liked to prank, why I didn't understand. I just don't quite understand why foolishness is rewarded greatly. Further use of excuses are played like a trumpet, blessing the holier-than-thou. My suspicion was that Flores and Chesterfield were secret lovers.

That would make Tate's feelings for Chase darken. It may even change things between Tate and Willow. I only tried my luck when I had to (which was 24/7). The creatures I associated myself with were each bite in different ways. Different due to individual power and creativity. I headed to the local gas station to obtain some of the finest wine I'd ever laid my lips upon.

Though it was strong, it wasn't strong enough for more than a buzz (if that). The annoying bell upon the door frame rang louder than I remembered. I got a fee bottles of White wine and a fee packs of smokes. My cig habit increased lately. My petrifying nightmares had returned, again. Mayhap I should just end it. Pull the plug. Kill myself. Somehow, I just feel it would help... Naught. My beast would only be free. Not this she'll of a being who is no more. My mind kept going to the baby. To Wynrie. I couldn't stop thinking of the pregnancy, of what infect when I touched her.

The evil I felt was unlike any other. Brice walked up to Wynrie and said, " You better keep your mouth shut. It else. You'll catch these hands, bitch. I will snap hour lil neck in half. Don't force me." Wynrie's brother came to her and shouted," Wretch! How could you be such a whore!? Your trying to fuck this guy now? Kidding me right!? Wait til THEY find out. Then, you'll be punished." Brice smiled wickedly and I knew he was going to use this against me. Every way he possibly could. Especially around the school.