a ripper and a blonde || m. greasley

two.

stephanie's point of view
josie went somewhere while i headed back to the room. hope following behind me. "i need your help." she'd been distant the past few months. we used to be inseparable but recently she'd pissed me off.

"three more words to me than your annual average? must be serious. find someone else." i said moving to sit on my bed.

"this stuff with landon is my fault. i can fix it. i know how to track him, but it involves dark magic." she said looking at me.

"well, we're not supposed to use dark magic here, remember last time? so..." i trailed off sorting through my accordion folder.

"says the girl who just encouraged her sister to light her ex on fire." she said crossing her arms.

i stood up placing my hand on the dresser and summoning magic. "are you threatening me? because i sure as hell know you aren't threatening josie, that'd be a big mistake."

"no, come on stephie we've been through a lot. i'm just looking for a kindred spirit in revenge." she said as i sighed. how did she rope me into this?

hope pulled out the rat and apologized before continuing on with the ritual. i lit the candles and prepared myself. i sprinkled the herbs for the spell why she handled the blood. "are you sure about this?" i asked looking up at her.

"absolutely." she assured me as we joined hands. we both took a deep breath.

"inveniet hostium et tenebrae." we chanted in unison feeling the wind around us as we kept our eyes closed and focused on the spell.

"do you see anything?" i asked waiting to know if it worked seeing as i could only see certain flashes.

"only flashes." she answered. "come on, give me something." she muttered.

"wait i got it, route 29 just near the state line." i said continuing to keep my eyes closed. "is that the knife?"

"yeah."

"why is it glowing?"

"i have no idea." she answered continuing to watch.

the spell ripped us away as i clutched my chest breathing for air. that had never happened before and we couldn't even see what else happened. hope scurried off to her room as i went straight to my bed.

one thing about black magic was it made you terribly sick. it ate you from the inside out. i hurled black tar for what felt like hours the next morning.

it was game day and i hated it. i was forced to play as a saltzman. we headed down the stairs. my blonde hair was tied in half up half down pigtails while i wore a salvatore stallions jersey and high waisted blue jean shorts.

lizzie jogged ahead of us. "let's hit the dining hall and carb load. it's game day." she said with her determined face. this was going to be hell.

"i'm not hungry." i said walking with my sisters as lizzie looked at josie while josie looked at her feet. jo hated confrontation so i knew she wouldn't call me out.

"what?" i said innocently.

"well, uh, funny thing actually, stephanie damaris saltzman. this morning as i was desperately trying to make this trash bag of a jersey cute, i suddenly had the urge to purge. so i fled to the bowl, and lo and behold, i heaved up a gallon of black goo. so seeing as i haven't been dabbling in any illicit black magic recently, nor has innocent josette, i can only imagine it was a triplet sympathy hurl." lizzie said eyeing me. "here you are, denying the days most important meal. so fess up, what did you do?"