༒ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟꜱ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ | 2:3༒

The beginning

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   There was this smell, if death had a scent it would be what was going into the teen witches nostrils that second.

The girl gulped as she had no other choice but to step in the bloody waters that covered the dirty ground of a cave. It was disgusting everything about it, was.

The small chunks of dark red blood floating around ,weirdly reminded her of her period, and how she was about to get it next week. Bonnie Bennett sighed at the thought, sometimes she just wished she were pregnant but without an actual bun in the oven.

As she got closer and closer to where the trails of gore lead to she quickly stopped in her tracks and looked down to a body that made her bring her shaking hand up to her face and cover her mouth as she let out a shriek.

It was a man, and his head— his head was gone. It was inches away from his decapitated torso.

To say the least he was very handsome and the witch was sure if someone glued his head back on he'd be handsome on his funeral day.

Bonnies eyes filled with water at the horrible traumatizing sight. Her body flying the hell out of the water that was filled with his fluids.

"What the heck..." she whispered.

Her whole body going numb as her eyes finally left the dead person to the woman who was beside him head tilted down laying on his chest as her hands wrapped around the only part of his body that looked ok.

The girl that was filled with sorrows, brang her head up as she heard something that made her heart shake. She had dark deer shaped eyes, and the skin under them was dark red like they were swollen. On top of her head laid a ball of bleached hair that was messy and puffy and not in the cute way, more like the 'I haven't brushed my hair in months' type of way, but she was beautiful so it didn't really matter.

"Aloha mi enemiga."

Despite the fake charming smile that managed to make its way on her lips that were smudged with dark pink as she heard the voice call out for her, you could tell she was sad by the running mascara she had on her face and her blood shot eyes that managed to make Bonnie feel entranced.

"You do know aloha is Hawaiian and not Spanish, right? They're two different languages."

There was a minute of silence before the next words were spoken. "Ofcourse, I know that..."

Bonnie hesitantly took a step forward narrowing her eyes as she tried to make out who the woman behind her was.

The young girl who was on the floor turned her head as the older one started walking closer to her and just like she was royalty the girl with runny mascara scrambled to her knees pushing herself away from the dead man and crawling back to a corner like a dog.

Hugging herself while she watched the the older woman -who just happened to be Bonnies ancestor- sit on a nearby rock.

"Why would you do this? He was a good man...my favorite rich man on earth. I loved him, Cynthia. You knew that."