I painfully vacated through the abandoned part of the woods, filled with excitement. It's a mystery to me about what I'm actually doing here, but I'll find out sooner or later, I always do.

The thoughts told me to be here. The thoughts that are buried deep inside my heart, my mind and in my dreams. They tell me to do the craziest of stuff, yet it always leads to the most amusing adventures.

Amusing indeed. Maybe not for people like you though. My taste for fun is quite different to human fun or how the thoughts like to say it: typical social fun.

Seems dull? Well you're in for a treat.

I jerked my head to the tree which was stiff with fear. I swivelled, my black and red dress following me. Chuckling, I stroked the bark, lifting my head.

I had no clue what was going to be up here, but the thoughts did. They knew exactly what I was going to see. I continued searching through the tree, grinning as a foot came into view.

It soon disappeared. It climbed up the trees, rustling something. I smirked as a spear came into the scene.

Every time. One voice said. Don't they get the hint? You're unstoppable. I really am. People may call it egotistical, but its true so why can't I embrace it?

I could just feel my thoughts raging. Fighting for a change in my appearance and in my thoughts. He thought it couldn't get any worse, until he saw this.

My green eyes faded and was exchanged with a pit coloured black. My hair flared in the wind as my nails grew longer.

I lunged for the foot, pulling it down, revealing a boy. He fell to the ground trembling with fear, my hand still holding onto his foot. I dug into his ankles with my nails.

He aimed his bow and arrow at me, ready to strike. "Let go of me or-or I'll kill you!" He threatened, ready to strike. I cackled, my dark eyes growing darker.

"You'll strike me? Oh, whatever shall I do?" The thoughts finally spoke up, my voice sounding like the demons they were.

He growled, his cheeks growing red. He shot an arrow from his bow, aiming for my eye. I opened my mouth, clasping it shut. He watched in awe as my teeth held it.

He stiffened, trying to run, but my hand was wrapped firmly around his leg. I snapped the bow in two, spitting the other half at him.

I let go of his leg and before he could run off I dug my heels into his pelvis. Kneeling down, getting to his level, I watched him try to struggle free.

I grinned, stroking his cheeks. "P-please don't kill me!" He begged, his voice cracking.

I laughed my menacing laugh, watching him cringe with fright. My demon like voice got louder, but stopped when I finally looked back at his face.

"Maybe I could strangle you." I suggested. "Or slit your throat..." I said again. I sighed, grinning at him. "Or, I could do this!"

I sunk my nails deep into his chest, reaching for his soul. I grabbed it, listening to him scream crazily. This only motivated me more as I watched my thoughts rip into his chest and eat him up.

I lifted my fingers, my hands squeaky clean. I heard him take his last breath as his spine cracked. I told you. Always amusing.

"When will you Evers and Nevers learn that you just can't kill me." I shook my head trying to get the thoughts back into where they are supposed to be.

My nails shrunk back and my eyes finally turned back into its beautiful green eyes.

I turned around, leaving the dead body lying down on the ground.

Was the school in battle? No. This is because the boy saved his true love from going back to her hometown, but they didn't kiss. No they didn't because I stopped them. I imprisoned them in two different cells along with many others.

This is why this place is mainly empty. All they want to do is kill me and my king. But the weird thing is, ever since I kissed the 'king' I have been resulted into having these demons.

They used to irritate me, but now I've just learnt to deal with it, for I still have my king.

I pushed the door open, smirking at the Evers and Nevers who were going crazy in their cells.

"Have you got my slippers yet?" Beatrix asked, fanning herself. I rolled my eyes, moving on. I passed hexing witches and princes ready to strike me with their swords.

But they weren't the people that I wanted to see. The person to be exact. I jerked my head to the left, looking at the boy who was scarred with marks and had blood stains underneath his lip.

His hands were tied back, restricting him from doing anything. He didn't look up, but pinned himself to the wall.

"You don't want to see me?" I smirked, my voice high and soft. I knelt down beside him and caressed his chin. He jerked it away, but I grabbed it back, pressing it deep into his jaw.

I heard him grunt. I shook my head, chuckling to myself. "Come on, my prince." I joked, stroking his hair with my other hand.

"I'm not your prince." He darted back, still not looking at me. I pouted, still shaking my head. Laughter shot out of my lungs and I couldn't stop. "Then who's are you?" I asked, gasping for air.

"Agatha's ?" I questioned. "Are you Agatha's prince? Why aren't you with her then?" It was now Tedros' turn to shake his head. "Because you took her away from me!"

"It's for the best Teddy." I joked. Tedros finally looked at me, blood still visable under his nose and mouth. "I would kill you if I could."

I felt the urge to rage at him, toss him around over and over again, but I stopped myself. One is enough for one day.

I closed my eyes, my breathing become heavy. He's seen me do it before, he's witnessed it, he was the victim. You didn't think he put all those marks on him by himself, did you?

I finally opened my eyes, looking at him once again. "Don't test your luck, Teddy." I threatened, my fingers trailing down to his throat.

Tedros sighed, stiffening. "You are so lucky I haven't killed you yet, really." I emphasized on the 'you' helping him realise that I was so close from ripping out his throat.

He relaxed, defenceless. "You can do whatever you want to me, really." He said, looking deep into my eyes. I felt no remorse, no nothing. All that was going in and out of my ears were the deafening sound of the thoughts clawing at my brain.

"But please," His breath smelt of blood. "Don't hurt her." I sighed. He is so predictable. I don't listen to him though, I would hurt her if I wanted too, but his love for her is so strong, I'm always halted when I try.

"You know, Teddy, that comes with a price." He stiffened once again, scratching his head. I don't know what that is, but he always does that. "I know." He nodded, putting his hand down.

"Teddy, you have to suck it up like a man though. I don't want any of that screaming that I got last time."

He nodded, trembling slightly. He then bulked his chest, his breath slowing down.

I grinned, my hair flaring. It was a pleasure really. I tried to stop myself from raging all the time, but I secretly loved it. It always gives me pleasure and protects me. Sometimes I even use it to blow off steam.

He stared into my eyes which grew pitch black. He tried to keep his cool, trying to act manly like I asked. My fingers which were dangling off his chin had an outburst of growth coming from my nails.

I smirked, clasping my hands in my grip. There is nothing as goood as power.

"Keep still, Teddy." My voice sounded like the demons trapped in my head. I lunged for him, but he flinched, stepping up. "I said stay still..." I hissed, turning around.

"But-but it's no fun if I'm just sitting there." He defended, trying to think of an excuse. I shook my head, hoping to get my sanity back, but that was far away right now.

"Alright, but I could kill you." I grabbed him by the throat, stroking it. He then pushed me back, resulting into a small cut on his neck.

He rose his sword which was next to his chains which were unlocked. I lunged myself towards him, grabbing him by the neck once again.

He stiffened again, trying to fling me off, but it was too late. I grinned, my breath heavy. "Enough!" He shouted, pushing me off.

I flung onto the ground, the demons shaking inside me. Scolding myself, my nails shrunk back to its normal form and my eyes turned back into its beautiful green eyes.

I stood up, shivering. "I told you. Is Agatha really that important to you?" I asked, shaking my head.

Tedros nodded, smiling back at me for the first time. "She's my everything."