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We looked as if we were entirely made of gold. Jason cleared his throat behind us, and I cautiously turned around. He was wearing dark jogging trousers and a white shirt. He must have kept clothes in the hollow tree. He held a white shirt in his hands, and I knew he wanted me to transform back as well. I recoiled slightly. The only people who had ever seen me naked were my grandmother and Mike. The only person who had ever seen me transform was my grandmother.

"Alright… Explain yourself. But if I smell bullshit, I'm leaving." "I pinky promise. No bullshit." Jason said in an oddly sincere tone. "Adrian was somewhat right about me trying to drug someone, but it wasn't what you think. I was a stupid kid back then, and… Well, not as stupid now. But I was made to drug someone. And it wasn't just anyone." "Cut to the chase." The anticipation was making me impatient. "My target was Bianca." Jason finally admitted. "And like I said, the drugging was like… an aphrodisiac. You know, it makes you—"

I would never understand what goes through a man's head to hurt a woman, kill her, conceal her into the ground and add cement to her shallow grave so people wouldn't find out," she said. "All those times I was at Hunter's mansion, her body was out in the backyard. Hunter is a monster. The devil," I said as my skin grew cold. It could have been me too. It could have been my son as well. "Mommy, there's something I never said to you. Something I never said to anyone. Not even daddy," Jason said when he walked into the room to join the family. He couldn't sleep either. "What is it son?" I asked. Everyone staring at him.

" Asking unbelievably ******************** The door flung open and Jason walked in to see a man on a rocking chair, patting a cat. Only the whistling sounds of the wind could be heard. There were pictures hung on the wall, each one captured persons with smiles like everything was perfect. There were no light bulbs but a scented candle lighted the room with an unsteady flame. "Meow!" The cat raised its head at the sight of Jason. Jason was taken aback by the appearance of the room for some seconds. It appeared unexpectedly humanitarian for the blood-lusted head gang leader, he was looking for.

Jay was gone. Jess tried to turn to run but was unable to pull her feet from the tar. She tried to dig out of it. The more she clawed at the substance the more took its place. Jess suddenly became aware of the thing standing over her. She could feel it breathing on her and she saw its giant claw like feet. Jess was to scared to look up but allowed her eyes to creep up inch by inch. She found herself staring into it's eyes. She let out a ear-piercing scream. “Gotcha pretty girl.” It snarled before opening its mouth and swallowing her whole.

"Dear whoever reads this, I have ran away to start a new life somewhere else. I know that no one is going to miss me but just in case, don't come looking for me. I promise you won't find me. I will live a new life where people will care for and love me, not just pretend to. And I will be happy. Goodbye forever! Jason, you clearly prefer action over words and now there is nothing stopping you. Have a great life with that slut of yours. Aquatia"

“Oh! And you forgot to tell me that, you are pranking me with your words previously.” Alexis smiled and she sat down beside Jason. “Is he dead?” she asked sheepishly. “Not very much.” Jude said, he smashed Jason head with the sole of his boots in the head. Immediately the sleeping Jason sprang to life, he looked around and then at himself, he found himself in a compromising situation, he became scared that when he looked around, he saw two pair of eyes looking at him, one was a guy, but that gaze was not the gaze he would want to see again in his life, because it was filled with death and destruction towards him.

It looked a lot like him but instead of fear, there was a sadistic glee on it. “Daddy was waiting for you, little Jason,” Yuan said with a manic glee. “Aren’t you going to play with your old man?” “No…” Little Jason begged. “Please dad...no…” The sudden flash of light broke Jason out of his nightmare. He stood there, blinking as the lights kept on flaring at them. The girl was still scared stiff, hiding her face in his chest. “Not the lights…” she kept on chanting. “Not the lights…”

They were afraid I'd kill them if I got the strength. Never did they know the devil was in their midst. I wish someone would listen to me. Luna Elf is the head of demons. ******** Jason's POV I got into my room with a sad face, I wasn't happy at all and everything pisses me up, the scene of her maltreatment was never leaving my head, it keeps sending me into the mood of deep sadness, I sagged right on my bed, hissing continuously but then, a small smile appeared on my face as I remembered the sweet feelings I felt the moment I smelled her scent and saw her.

"What? You're kidding me, right? She's supposed to put you to sleep, not the other way around. This is totally backward." "I don't know. She was telling me about how William's uncle might be some kind of psycho—maybe hideously ugly, never seen in public, possibly a two-headed freak. Or just your typical creepy recluse. She even said some of these psychos in movies dress up dead women in wedding gowns after killing them." Jason burst out laughing. "Oh my goodness! Her imagination is next level." Jason was too busy laughing to even feel bad for Tyler. He had known Tyler since they were kids, and no one had ever described him quite like that before. It was just too good.