Chapter One - The Beginning
I could see my reflection staring back at me in the windshield, my eyes had gone dark as my last 'debacle' had left me feeling a little more than restless. Looking back on the mess that I had caused, the inexplicable damage to those families, I couldn't believe how much my powers had grown. Even I did not know I could cause so much damage. What would Austiria think? Austiria would probably be jumping for joy, no doubt. She was always one for violence, being a dark caster herself. Luckily, for me, she wasn't there tonight. It could've been a lot worse than just me had she been present and, no doubt, she would have left more damage in her wake.
Saraline shifted in the seat next to me, her wet boots making me cringe as they connected and squeaked across the interior of my vehicle. I could hear the rain pitter patter on the roof, a steady drum that brought ease into my bones and droopiness to my eyes. We still had 10 miles to go before we reached our destination and I was becoming restless. I knew that it was because of the pent up dark magic that seeped throughout my veins and ran like tar to my heart. I could feel the monster inside me, pushing and pulling, begging to be set free once again. But no, not now, I'd opened that cage about 4,500 miles back, in the opposite direction, and I wasn't about to fuck up yet again so soon.
It would have to come out eventually. This was just the calm before another storm. I had grown to accept this part of myself long ago and I had become accustomed to my little 'outbursts' here and there. This time had been different though. I had hurt someone; a child. And I could not simply let it go as I had done time and time again. This time my power was different. The flavors of it had been darker and, hours after, I could still feel it coursing through my veins begging for release.
It was her, no doubt. My 'dream girl' as I had so creatively named her. She was, is, the one bringing me to my downfall. How fitting it is for me to fall for someone who drives me crazy. Literally. I could see the glorious dark circles under my eyes from the lack of sleep I had been getting since she first started coming to 'see' me over a hundred years ago. It started when I was but a child. I believed she even came to me when I was a baby, in the crib, but I cannot be certain. The earliest memory I have of her is on my 6th birthday. It had been a terrifyingly vivid dream and it still gave me chills thinking about it to this day.
Her hair, strewn across her face so I could not make out a detail, was wet with sweat and blood. She clutched heartedly by her sides to the terrible hospital garment they had put her in. The straps, used to hold her down, on her arms and legs bit into her flesh. Blood seeped between her thighs as it cascaded down from the bite marks the heavy straps made on her legs. She could feel the doctor pry her lips open, the will to fight back gone now, before placing the horrible tasting metal bar between her teeth. She could hear him tell his nurse to spike the amount of electricity up and in turn her pulse spiked. She knew what would happen now. Her body, her beautifully bruised and battered body, bowed up off the table as shots of electricity coursed through her small, trembling frame.
I could not bear to look at her any longer but I found myself unable to look away. And anyway, it was impossible to try and stop the scene. My dream girl came to me and showed me what she wanted to show me and I was powerless to stop her. I watched as she was tortured, slowly and surely, by people who were trying to 'help' her. I was with her that night and all the nights before and after that; even when I did not want to be. She kept me locked in a vice grip; even when she didn't mean to. I am irrevocably hers; Forever.
And I don't even know her.