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Sin studies us both as we finally make it through the trees and find the clearing filled with an endless sea of red. Now that I have a clearer head, the sight is shocking. Some of the bodies have begun being removed, with drag marks evident, and a thick plume of smoke billowing off in the distance. “I’m still amazed that you were able to do all of this,” Sin looks both disgusted and in awe. “And with such ease. Would have made a great actiony-gore film.” “You were watching me?” Enzo’s head whipped to the right just as Colt stepped into the clearing, arms covered in deep crimson.

1696, St. Austell, Cornwall, England I awoke with an unusual burning sensation enveloping my entire body as I tried to open my arduous eyelids, but the smothering heat engulfed me, drowning me as I started to shake uncontrollably, impelling me to the darkness as I lost consciousness. However, before I was hauled to a bottomless gulf, I heard Amara's revoltingly aggrieved voice. “You will be doomed for an eternity of solitude and suffering, Caleb as you have scathe and betrayed my love for you...”

But a wave of nausea hit me hard as the copper tang of fresh blood mixed with the ozone smell of burnt flesh. His head had bloody exploded. What a brutal way to go. Leave it to an abomination to dream up such a deranged execution method. “Do forgive me for the mess.” The female spoke with a deceptively polite smile, bringing a slender hand up to her face. She swiped at her blood-stained cheek with the back of her hand, but instead of cleaning it, she smeared the crimson across her pale skin like war paint. The blood was a stark, violent contrast to her porcelain complexion, making the red stain look almost artistic.

Even his feet seemed like someone cut them apart. Her eyes were no longer asking to see anything. The scenes horrified her soul. Anna started panicking when she heard a noise coming from behind the door. A black cat came out from there, and under the soles of those fellows, he made a cross sign using their own blood. She couldn't even utter a word, as if someone stole her voice away. Tears were flowing from her eyes like heavy rainfall. She silently watched everything, how the cat used his sharp claws to peel their skin off, and they had no power to scream.

All I could see were dead bodies, massacred bodies of girls drowning in their own blood. Those people whom I heard before were getting closer. I clenched my teeth and walked into that room filled with corpses and closed the door. I stood in the river of blood and shivered. All of the bodies were torn apart. Their flesh was shredded as if they were attacked by wild beasts. Then, I saw Carla lying in the corner of the room. I stepped closer while weeping. I knew she was dead. The skin on her neck was torn off as if she was savagely bitten. I crouched down and closed her still, lifeless eyes. I howled painfully. I could not understand how anyone could do something like that. How could they all

The moment I opened my eyes, I felt like I was reborn in new and more powerful body. I could feel the overflowing energy on my veins, the heat of fire around me, my soul aching for blood, and my every nerve screaming for death. Ren Lancaster's death. "You really look so much more beautiful when you are all on fire. Maybe I should marry you soon. What do you think, my queen?" I moved my hands in rhythm with the beating of my heart to form the phoenix attack.

He is lying bare to me without trying to hide who he is anymore. Ah. I love him madly. He's all mine now. His light and darkness are mine, and I feel more powerful than I ever have. I laugh as I look at the pictures of the mutilated corpses. I could have been in those pictures too. I laugh hysterically as tears roll down my cheeks. "Amore..." he calls to me. My eyes fix on one particular image. I recognize it. That woman who had dragged herself to my feet so that she could take pieces of my children like one would throw groceries into the dirty plastic basket of a small neighborhood store.

‎Bright illuminative lights reflected on the stage as the crowd yelled and screamed with every changing light. ‎Blue,green, red , yellow...all reflected on the glass I was holding as the floor vibrated in sync with the speakers blasting music. ‎Friday nights are usually the busiest because people are starting their weekend off. So, all the men you could think of cowered at the stage gawking as the girls moved sultry. ‎"All you Gentlemen....." The announcer's voice echoed through the speakers "let's give it up for ja.....ja....ja..... Jazmine!!!!!!!" The crowd went insane as my eyes lifted staring into the dark corner of the stage.

I was too hungry to savour the taste, so I just scoffed it down but it was delicious, and by the time I was done, the world was a much happier and brighter place. It was when I was leaving, sipping my coke that I noticed the shiny black Mercedes Benz sitting infront of the bookstore, and of course I only saw it now that my stomach was no longer at war with me. I was reminded of the gorgeous man who was currently in the bookstore,the same man I just completely embarrassed myself Infront of. Shoot me now.

I was so engrossed in my punishment that I didn't realise my hands were on his neck . He couldn't breathe, even though he wanted too... " S ...sir". Somehow that word came out, and I was able to realise what I was doing on time.. Because he was starting to loose his colour and it wouldn't matter of i killed him or not, one obstacle adverted right?.. After torturing him, I came back home. And I was able to get a name and try to understand what was happening. Lucas was back from work and there was something wrong with him..