The Sweet Nothings || ✓

'ALWAYS TRUST YOUR INSTINCTS'

Lizzie was slightly annoyed by Aidan's presence right behind her, but she knew that she didn't have it in her to call off this arrangement. And she was anyway tolerating him just for Lana and Maia.

Get my best friend. Get Lana. And finish this.

Lizzie knew what she was here to do. But like Damien had pointed out, doing what she was doing right now was what was going to lead on to the end success of the plan. And Lizzie was ready to do anything to get both o her best girls back. With her.

So thinking about Maia and Lana, she maintained her patience. She moved with a serene calmness, something she didn't know she even had before this. Her left hand was stretched forward in a protective stance while her right hand held on to the silver dagger with a deadly grip. Her feet were positioned in a fighting stance while she moved.

Her right eye twitches again with frustration.

Aidan was fidgeting, shrugging his shoulders randomly, knocking things down, not concentrating where he was going and lastly the most annoying thing, talking to himself.

"You can do this Aidan. We are just here to save your best friend. Nothing more. No one's going to kill you. Or even come near you. But it's highly possible that you are going towards them instead. But it's alright. It's heroic to die fighting for your friends. It's completely heroi-"

"Can you just shut up?!" Lizzie whisper shouted. Her back was still faced towards Aidan, who had now shut up completely.

"You know I am not normally like this. It's just the nerves are getting to me. And they seem to always make me want to puke and then I go on talking on and on about everything and nothing at the same time. I mean I do try to control it but I don't know how-"

Lizzie turned back sharply, holding out the dagger towards Aidan.
"You shut up now or I swear I will-" She stopped, glaring at Aidan.

She watched as a slow smirk made its way on to his lips. He smirked at her and slowly took a step towards her. Her heart was thumping fast and she was sure her pupil were dilated. But this new self of her, the one which killed Hazel and Hannah, didn't take a step back. Even though she was very tempted to. Aidan closed in on her, his face merely inches away from hers.

She saw as his black eyes flickered between her eyes and her lips. She swallowed reflexively. And watched as Aidan's eyes followed that movement too.

"What will you do if I don't shut up?" He asked softly, their breath mingling due to the little space between them.

And that's when Lizzie's mind went back to the times they had come this close only for her to always walk away, flustered.

She remembers the day she had killed Hazel.

She had been sitting in the garden late at night. The sweet scent of the plants and the white shimmer of the mansion was glorious and beautiful. But she hadn't been admiring that at all. Instead her eyes had been set on the dirty boots that were still stained with Hazel's blood. She had been staring at them keenly, thinking how she had already reserved herself a place in Hell. And just then, he had emerged from behind a tree, smiling his charming smile.

"I am guessing you have a fetish for boots." He had asked her, to which she had simply frowned at him.

"You know, I have been watching you for half an hour now, and all you have been doing was staring at your boots. What's in them?" He had asked, looking down at them himself. Lizzie had looked down slowly.

"So you have been gazing at me since half an hour from behind a tree?" She has asked.

"No. I have been changing positions." He had said nonchalantly.