Fate and the Defiant Angel (COMPLETED)

Chapter 19- Unfortunate forests

Violet had been driving for seven hours.

Seven long hours.

She had no GPS set or any real goal, but she knew where she was going. She hated when this happened. It was annoying to not have any idea what was going on, but yet absolutely know that you were right.

The first time was when she was fifteen. It had been an early spring morning when she woke up. It was too early for her mother to be up, which was surprising due to the fact that that woman seemed to sense the moment the sun rose. Darkness decorated the outside world and Violet had sat staring out her window in bed.

She wasn't even aware she was awake until her eyes began to burn from not blinking. It was then that she realised something was different, that she needed to do something.

She'd already known she was different for a few years by then. Her powers had hit at puberty (as if she didn't have enough going on), and she'd thought she was going mad at first. However, at fifteen she truly just understood that she was just odd and that this was something unavoidable.

One second Violet was staring out the window and the next she was standing in a field. She glanced around in surprise, not understanding where she was at first. That was when she realised that she was at her school's football field. There were no lights and it was dark, with only the fading moonlight as a guide. The noise was what made her turn.

It was the sound of a small shriek and tearing fabric. Violet turned and saw the girl run across the field, her skirt in tatters and clutching her blouse closed. The girl was sprinting as fast as she could, but the man behind her was faster.

Violet needed to be there.

And that was how at three am she left her house. She grabbed only a flashlight and a bat and walked there. It was a spooky time of night, practically the witching hour. The town had been so silent. Yet, she hadn't be scared because she knew that nothing was going to harm her.

She got to the field within twenty minutes.

She swung the bat six minutes later.

It had almost been like she didn't do it, but there she was bat in hand and boy lying at her feet. She felt and heard his nose crack and teeth crunch. He had reeled back so gracefully before collapsing into a heap in the grass.

And then Violet returned home and never mentioned anything of what happened again. The bat was burned and forgotten. Violet had slid into bed and closed her eyes.

That girl later came up to her in the hallways of school.

"I don't know what happened that night," the girl had whispered. "But I wanted to say thank you."

"No problem . . .?"

"Sandra," the girl quietly whispered.

Violet had nodded. "We shouldn't ever speak of that night."

Sandra had wholeheartedly agreed, but who wouldn't?

Violet had killed him. Driven his nose straight up into his brain. It was stated that it was a random mugging of a young rich boy, and Violet had never once regretted it. She simply knew it had to be, and that also the consequences if she hadn't would be far worse. She didn't like to think about it, at all. In fact, she went to great lengths to hide that thought deep within the recesses of her mind and never bring it up.

So, on this particular day when she drove and drove and drove, she just hoped she wouldn't be killing somebody.

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Zara didn't know where she was.

Every single part of her ached, but holly hell did her back throb. It was agony, pure fire scorching and she could feel the blood stream out of her.