Just Remember

Strolling Along

                 ~Filomena's POV~

   A tall figure stands before me. Why did I go into the woods? It was night, and I wished to collect a good amount of herbs for tomorrow's ritual.

   The man was quite dull, white skin than was hidden under a white hoodie, black skinny jeans, and some shiny black converse. Ragged black hair covered his eyes, but I could still see his smile. He had rough lips, with a bloody smile carved through his cheeks. The usage?  Supposively the knife, who's handle is sticking out of the man's pocket. The man wore a hood, obviously trying to hide his identity.

   "Shouldn't you be at home,"the man cackled, "Resting peacefully in your rich people's bed?"

   "I'm not rich," I sighed, one of my feet cocked back in case he tried to do anything, "And I'm just out, gathering."

   "May I ask, what are you gathering for?"

   "Witchcraft."

   As soon as I let that one word escape my lips, I could see his smile grow tighter, his hand sneakily moving to his knife. I slowly, and silently, moved my hand to my pocket, which held a knife as well. I suspected there was something in the woods, as it was easily to tell.

   In a flash, the man was behind me, trying desperately to grab me before attacking. It didn't work as I had applied some slippery oils to keep calmness and concentration. I pulled out my knife and spun, aiming at his arm, which sadly failed to reach as he stabbed mine's instead.

   "Unique minds think alike," I giggled, stabbing his leg, hoping it reached his major organ.

   A moan of pain could be heard from the strange man, "What's your nafast. 

   "Divine, Filomenas Divine," I reply, gently panting.

   "That's not what I meant," He groaned, seeping the knife deeper into my skin.

   I went deeper as well, "Fine. I am The Everlasting."

  At the same time, we took our knuves out of one another and painted from exhaustion, I could now see his eyes. Bloodshot, no eyelids nor eyebrows.

  "Jeff... The Killer," he sighed, gasping for air.

  I nod, "Short fight, but the damage is surreal."

  "Stop talking, Ever, and come to the mansion. He's been awaiting your arrival," Jeff hissed, grabbing me by the hand.

   He led me deeper into the woods, which gave me an aura that I could only describe as traumatizing. Absolute bloodshed. If I had a dollar for every time someone died here, I would've moved to somewhere far better, maybe a manor in London, England. Yes, that'd be lovely.

                   ~Jeff's POV~

   I seriously busted my ass trying to get this kid, but she'll pay for it. We'll keep her human 'till she's sixteen. Then we can really fuck her up, hehehe. Wait, sixteen, that's a year younger than that fuck boy, EJ. He might have found someone to actually love him, maybe that'll cheer him up a good bit.

   As we arrived at the doorstep, I could tell Ever is aware of who we are. Damn girl is a fast learner. That's excellent for a good killer!

   "Wait," she said, stopping me before I even touch the doorknob, "When will I become like you guys?"

   "First, you've gotta get an appearance," I smirked, carressing my hand on her jawline, "Two, you've gotta know how to kill. Three, you must finish this all by the time you're 16 years old."

   She nodded and allowed me to proceed with letting her in. A good amount of the others were sitting on the couch, which allowed them to get a glimpse of her. I could see the dirty smirks on those bastards faces. LJ, BEN, and Toby, they all looked like perverts while looking at her. Right now, that game freak BEN is the only one with a chance. Kid is young, but she'll grow fast.