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he yelled. "Anything else? Shit? Jerk?" Lynn continued laughing. "You can't even cuss, Mahone. How are you going to make an infinite mirror, huh? Listen, you better get out from this damn room, or I am going to call Father. He's in his study room." Mahone put down his safety glasses and stood up, shooting a passionate glance at his project, "Tu es horrible frère!" Lynn heard that and laughed in mind. "Use at least seventy percent alcohol, hydrogen peroxide, bleach, isopropyl alcohol and wipe the sheets with a microfiber cloth. I hope you find the chemicals in your school lab," he moved away from the door.

"In one word, you're deceiving yourself if you think you can win." "This is why I hate you," I whined. "Always being so realistic. At least be optimistic for once!" "Not when you're dealing with the Queen of Vampires." He noted. "Besides, what is this spell?" "Well it's a lightning spell. It grants me the ability of lightening temporarily and can also dampen time to a certain extent."

I have to get these symbols off the wall. The kitchen! There has to be something in the kitchen I can use to get these symbols off the wall. I go to the kitchen scramble looking for something to remove the symbols. My mind is in overload. Bleach there has to be bleach here. I look under the cabinet. Yes, bleach! I grab the bleach and I grab a towel. It should do the trick. I run for the door and start scrubbing. As I'm scrubbing the door mayhem comes to the door. He looks at me puzzled and asks me what I'm doing. He doesn't know what's going on, how can this be? He

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

Max wouldn't approve since she's got it in her head that I might be getting addicted, but given the shitty way I'm feeling, I don't give it much thought. And I'm feeling better already, so good that I have forgotten about Camila and her vile words. I'm now distracted by the different writings on the walls of this particular toilet. Along with people's names, there are some pretty vulgar words too. How come I have never noticed this before? Oh Max's name is there too, dribbled in a red marker it says, Max Genesis z a slut. I frown, that's not very nice. Who writes this stuff? "Ashley?" Am I imagining things or is that Kristen's voice?

She closed her eyes, breathing steadily, relaxed. She was so thin. It hurt to see her like this. I didn’t want to make quick work of it, knowing this was how she was rewarded but my throat was having a tough time swallowing. Finally, once I had finished washing her, I took out the bottles of dye remover. It wasn’t bleach but she said it might not work as well on hair that was really light with a really dark color. I was into bottle three when I could actually see streaks of her old color. Auri was patient, arms wrapped around her knees in the warm water as I scrubbed through the color in her hair.

Nausea churned within and spots flashed in my vision. “Let her know you don’t really care,” she demanded as she yanked another handful of daisies. I held a hand up to her, trying and failing to shake my head as spots danced in my vision. I watched through bleary eyes as she moved to different plots: phlox, peonies, hydrangeas, and the bits of lavender sprinkled throughout each area. By the time she stopped, I was on all fours, a marred and trembling mess. I forced myself to meet her gaze and shook my head as she smiled cruelly and stopped at a low hanging branch of the cherry blossom tree.

A white rose lay on the floor dripping with blood. A small, shiny blade lay beside it. A beautiful object in such a terrible and painful condition. The blood stain on it did not hide it's immaculate and beautiful nature. She puffed smoke in the air and took a sip of the liquor beside her, as she glared at the bleeding rose with sad and anguish filled eyes, it told a lot about her and her agony. She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her.

I said as I sat in front of the vanity. Linda and Amber got to work on my hair, setting long curls pinned up with a beautiful blue hair comb. It had sapphires and platinum gold roses along the edge. Amber put a light foundation on and gave my eyes a slight smoky effect. She finished my makeup with pale pink lipstick. “There we are, perfect.” Amber said before going to the closet to get the dress. It was a powder blue silk dress. It was floor length with a slit up the right leg to the midthigh. I got up and walked towards it.

"As long as I can have chemicals to clean it, then I will do that." All laughter stopped behind me. Were they as surprised as I was? The Amatucci family was powerful, moneyed, and very well respected. That their only daughter would clean the bathroom? Maybe I'd been doing this for too long, but that, more than anything else, seemed the most suspect of her actions. "No bleach," I said. She shrugged. "Fine. Soap and water, if you have hot enough water, should do fine." I nodded. "Agreed. Give me the knife."