Hello my fellow readers, I've decided to give this story another go. I'm sorry for the people who read the other chapter beforehand. It wasn't my original vision. Anyway, I hope this will have more insight about how it all happened in the first place. I'm not gonna take down the chapters all at once, but I'll delete them and redo them as I go. Anyway, for the people who didn't read my other try, this takes place after the Lucifractor, so everyone's gonna be basically mated after that. The pairings are Sarica, Bethan, Rory/Dave, Jesse/Alex, and slight Rosalina/Ethan. Ethan's a vampire, too, but I probably won't describe how he was changed until a couple of more chapters. He also gained more powers due to Seer powers as well. Anyway, this is my first time doing a actually MBAV fic, so it's gonna be a bit OOC, but if you had any ideas or suggestions, feel free to PM me. Anyway, this is gonna be rated M for a reason. There will be mentions of Self-harm and explicit sexual situations, so beware and feel free to leave if this isn't your cup of tea. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy it. I tried really hard. Follow,Review, and Favorite. Enjoy!?

Disclaimer: I do not own MBAV or it's characters, but I do own Alex Mason, Dave Shapiro, and Rosalina Marisol.

Chapter 1 - Torture

(Benny' s P. O. V)

It was happening again. All the things I wanted, All the things I needed, All the things I could wish for, as I lay in complete utterly pleasure as Ethan pounded into me. It was one of the many times where I laid here reminiscing about how all of this came to past, how my nerdy best friend turned from the once shy, perky, and kindest man who had ever lived to the beautiful monster I have now dreadfully fallen in love with, how my heart made the Irrefusable decision that not only changed my life, but changed the true and pure perception of my own best friend all together. The many thoughts and memories began to seep deep into my subconscious as he sank deeper into my quivering flesh.

(Flashback)

Shortly before the fight over the Lucifractor, Ethan was fine, perfect even. Well, except for the fact that he was lying across his greenish looking sofa looking utterly terrified and most likely seeing things, but he was okay. Kinda, anyway. I looked at him, saddened that the guy I was utterly and deeply in love with looked so fragile, almost broken.

It was times like these when I felt completely helpless and useless to the guy who saved my life more than anyone in the entire universe could ever begin count. I mean when we were growing up, Ethan was the strong one. Yeah, he didn't look like it, but he was. People always thought that I was, even Grandma herself, but I wasn't. I was as weak as they come. I mean, yeah he was a bit nerdy and shy, and also had a hard time talking to guys, let alone girls, but was the smartest and kindest person I've ever known. It was Ethan who always was the one to pick up the pieces when I messed up. Even when we got bullied constantly, he was always the one who stood proud and tall in the end, no matter how many bruises or cuts that aligned his body during our walk back home. Hell, even when my parents died when I was six, he was my shoulder to cry on and the one who whispered sweet and pleasant nothing's in my ear until I felt better.

Ethan was rock that kept my soul together when I constantly lose all hope. He had a pure, big, angelic heart who almost anyone could love. He loved his friends as much as he loved his family, especially Jane, no matter how much he complained how annoying she was. He would go to all lengths to help the ones he loved, no matter who wronged him in the past. It was a special ability not many others hold. I guess that's one of the reasons why I fell in love with him. He was a man of many wonders that's yet to be revealed. So, it was moments like these that constantly bewildered me every time. This wasn't like him and I didn't like it one bit. I got up out of my seat quickly and sat beside him, and watched as he flinched away from me. I sighed, and turned him to me and made him look at me.

"Okay, that's enough. Okay, E? We went against all kinds of crazy stuff and things we didn't even knew existed, let alone understand, and we always won. Well, most of the time, we lose, but that's not the point. The point is, you're always the one who pulls through. Every time. We all believe in you, E. Please?" His eye softened softly at me, but it still held small traces of fear in them, but not as much as before. I smiled at him and I watched as Sarah rushed through the door and went to stand beside the couch. She looked at Ethan mournfully, but sighed.

"I just talked to Erica, and she said she'd meet us there, but the Vampire Council refuses to get involved." She looked at him as she crouched beside the couch.

"Ethan, we need your help. If we don't stop Stern, who knows what would happen to us." He looked at us fearfully and sat up, looking at me deeply in my shimmering green eyes. He smiled, hesitantly.

"Okay, I can't let anything happen to you guys. Your grandma said I had to find something stronger than fear. I think I just did. B?" He said, his voice slightly waving scarily within his vocals as he held out both of his hands for me to take. I blushed slightly, but tried to slowly focus and remember the urgentness of the situation at hand. I took them willingly as I instantly felt Ethan and I' s magic flowing throughout my fingertips as they immediately began to glow a deep marine blue. Sarah stared in amazement, smiling as I watched as Ethan's gorgeous chocolate brown orbs turned from frantic to calm in just mere seconds. He smiled and my heart nearly dropped,grew wings and flew out of my chest at the sight.

"I'm okay, as long as I don't let the fear through. We can do this." I sighed, my doubting once again kicking in.

"We're on our own against Stern, though." We all stopped and looked at my grandma who's posture was frozen straight and was clearly unconscious.

"Well, I guess someone's banishment can't be enforced." He exclaimed, as he began texting. Sarah and I looked at each other with raised eyebrows. He sighed.

"I thought it over and this is our last shot." I watched as Jesse walked in and Sarah hissed at him as my insides bubbled in anger. I was posses. I mean, he almost killed Ethan and would have succeeded unless Sarah sucked the poison out.

"Sarah, you two aren't very happy to see me. I can tell." He said, with almost a cocky smirk. I growled.

"You bit my best friend." Sarah glared.

"And you made me suck out the venom, even though you knew what it would do."Jesse looked at us with a mockingly.

"And, I'd love to be sorry about that, but I've done much worse." Ethan looked at him.

"Later, the man who has the Lucifractor is related to the wizard you took down two hundred years ago." Jesse looked unamused.

"Stern family revenge, what a shock?" He said, rolling his eyes at the ridiculousness of it all. I huffed, getting instantly frustrated by just looking at his face.

"How did you stop his super great grandfather." I said, glaring in annoyance, as he shrugged.

"He loved power. He loved to show it off. I let him wipe out most of my flock with the Lucifractor while I snuck up behind him and drained him dry." We looked at him shocked.

"What? I told you I've done worse." We eventually arrived at the castle fairly quickly due to their super speed and we walked in cautiously, one by one until we stopped by the site of a large amount of ash on the floor, and we all knew we shouldn't be wondering what it was, it was more of a matter of who it was. Jesse raised an eyebrow.

"I guess we missed the party." Ethan looked at Jesse briefly.

"Where would Stern go?" Jesse grimaced.

"The Collar. We use it to communicate with other covens, but he can use it to broadcast the Lucifractor field across the entire town at once." We instantly ran down the hall immediately without a smidge of hesitance to meet with two large Victorian-style doors, and Sarah opened them with a swift kick to see Stern standing on the alter holding the Lucifractor.

"Ethan, so happy that you could make it." Ethan glared at him.

"Well, I got bored looking at dead people." We watched as Stern snapped his fingers, and Rory appeared in front of us, fangs barred and ready to kill. We all stood back shocked at his form. One of Stern' s magic amulets shimmering green around his neck. Stern smiled evilly.

"Take care of your friends for me, that's a good boy." Ethan shrunk back slightly.

"Ror." Yeah, we talked and teased him sometimes, but this was not what we were expecting when it all came down to it. He glared. I watched as a dark orb flew out of his fingertips and past us and into the wall behind us, that in seconds turned to ash. My eyes widened as we all jumped behind a desk. Jesse growled, as the many strong-powered orbs still over our heads.

"Okay, you guys really need to take out your friend. I mean, come on,honestly it won't be much of a lost. The guys' an idiot." Ethan gawked at him.

"Yes, yes it will. He's still our friend and we're not leaving without him." I sighed, as I stood up and mumbled a spell under my breath as a pinkish orb flew out of my hand and I threw it at him. He growled as he jumped and next thing I knew, I was pinned against the wall, and he held me by my neck. He barred his sharp fangs at my pulse point.

"I wonder how you taste, B-man." He said deep and darkly, with an evil, mocking smirk. My eyes widened as I struggled against him. My breath was slowly lessening, as I gasped. Sarah grabbed him by his shirt and threw him against the wall. He slumped against the wall, growling, as his long blond hair flowed over his eyes, as they slowly turned green with possession. Sarah and Jesse tried to rush after him, but Stern smiled and struck them with the Lucifractors' powerful ray. I watched in horror as they fell to the ground, on their knees and passed out.

Rory reached me once more and lifted me. I snatched his green glowing medallion off as he did so, and he threw me against the wall, a dark orb hitting me as I hit it hard, pain shooting up my spine, making every tendon and putrid cell in my body react in utter unbearable agony. I slid down the wall, groaning, tears clouding my eyes at the pain as I mumbled a stun spell between my lips, tasting a deep hint of metallic as I shot at him, making his eyes turn dull as he finally collapsed.

I fell on the floor gasping for breath, as it suddenly became hitched, burning like fire from a dragon. It hurt so much. I screamed as my insides literally turned inside out, my vision becoming hazy, as I spat out some blood on the floor. The last thing I saw was Ethan running down the hall after Stern, before everything faded, blackened, slowly capturing and encasing me in the deep confindments of my mind. E.

(A Day Later…)

I woke up groggily, as I opened my eyes slightly to rest on a small tuft of grass. I grimaced as I sat up to find we were no longer in the castle, but in a forest. It was so dark and murky, I could hardly see. The only light that could be made out was the small, peeking sunlight that shadowed over me through the thick canopy trees above. To me, it looked like a freaking scene from one of the horror movies Ethan always hated.

I wiped the dried blood off of my mouth, as I stood up slightly, and the pain returned twice as hard. My bones bones hurt drastically as if someone basically wringed me out like a towel. Pain shot up my spine, as I stretched. I looked at the body who was laying across the ground next to me and it was Sarah. I grimaced as I tried to take in my surroundings. Erica was hunched against a tree and Jesse was laying across one of the many tree roots covered in Spanish moss on the ground, and Rory was slumped beside him. I saw everyone was safe, except Ethan. He was nowhere to be seen. Worry began to shoot through me, instantly remembering the events that transpired just hours earlier. I began to shake them, and they began to sit up one by one, rubbing their heads as they stared at me. Jesse groaned.

"What the fuck happened and where the hell are we?" He said, as he stood and began to slowly dust himself off. Sarah sighed, as she stood and ran a hand through her hair, and looked around us. She grimaced quickly and looked at me.

"Where's Ethan?" She said, worry lacing with each and every tone of her voice, as she stared at me. I shrugged, for the first time not knowing and deep down it scared me to death.

"I don't know. I was about to ask you the same thing, actually." I watched, as Erica glared as she began to dust herself off.

"Just great. This is all his fault. Where are we anyway?" She said, as she began to pull grass strands out her blond locks. I took a deep breath, as I could instantly sense the bad darkness and dark magic surrounding the place. I grimaced, as I ran a hand through my short, brown locks.

"Sarah, could you fly up and see." She nodded and shot up like a rocket, quickly and she came back down as soon as she went.

"We're on the outskirts of Whitechapel, near Jesse's house, but the city seems dark, desolate even, even from far away."

We all looked at each other and in seconds we were rushing back to the city, where every citizen was standing in the streets, surprised at how dark it was. The bushes and trees that once were bloomed with flowers, were now blackened and dead and black soot and fog covered the roads as if covered in death matching the darkened clouds that now floated above Whitechapel. We could hear the many whispers and murmurs of the many residents as we stared, but I was interrupted by the sudden call of my name. I watched as my grandma ran towards us, looking as healthy as before she was shot by Stern' s spell. She smiled, as she pulled me into her arms, relieved.

"I'm so glad you all are okay. Where's Ethan?" I stared at her with a loss for words and her eyes widened in realization. She muttered a small smile.

"Don't you worry, dearie. I'm sure wherever he is, he's fine." She said, as she once again tried to reassure me. Though my soul felt that her accusation was false, I smiled anyway.

"Come on, you kids look more worse than when you walked out." She smiled, as she walked us into our home.

(Six Months Later)

It basically have been six months since the Lucifractor incident, and everything seemed to be going back to normal without much suspicion. Though, Ethan was still missing. It got so bad, we basically had to create a clone of him just to keep his parents silent. I mean, I can't just up and say 'Oh, our school principle just happened to kidnap, E and it was all our faults, but I'm okay, though.' It just didn't make any sense. He blended in fairly well, and you could not even notice he was a clone, but it still didn't make my heart hurt any less that my friend was in trouble, could be even dead and we didn't even know where he was. We went searching for him everyday, but still nothing.

Though after the Lucifractor incident, all the monsters and creatures all seemed to come out to play, if you know what I mean. Apparently, evil doesn't take a holiday, so we still had to hunt. Over the spand and of time, we all began to vastly mature along with each skill we had. We even managed to run into some friends along with way. Dave Shapiro and Alex Mason to be specific. I mean, Dave was an werewolf alpha we found when the Vampire Council tried to kill him for wandering onto their lands injured. Thanks to Rory, they didn't. He fairly skilled when it came to fighting, especially Alex who never picked up a dagger in his life. Well, that's what he exclaimed. My powers seemed to improve dramatically. Though, I still needed some help at times, I wasn't as weak as before and I continued to push myself to make sure it doesn't happen. I was getting stronger. I mean, I even had a pet now.

It was a magic being as well with magic quite like my own. It was magical dragon disguised as Alaskan Husky to be able to survive in the human world. His name was James. He had blue eyes and salt and pepper mixed fur. He very loyal, sweet, and trustworthy. He never left my side. He could even talk and was quite sarcastic no matter how strange it was. Then again, he was one of the scientists crazy experiments when we found him, so it wasn't very surprising. Everything seemed to change since he left.

Yes, I loved change at times, but not when he wasn't here to experience it with me. I sighed, as I continued to due my homework assigned by my new teacher, Ms. Hawkins. I swear she had it out for me. I mean, I couldn't even see over the books she addressed to me. No matter why she's single. The only light could be made out was the bright, illuminating moonlight shining through my window as the rain continued to hit sharply. The thunder booming throughout the silent house, making James who laid on the bed at my feet, mewl as a shadow flew across the window. His head flew up quickly, as his black ears shot alarmed.

"Master Benny, someone's at the door." I raised an eyebrow at him. It was another one of his powers that made me confused. He could sense a person's presence within a hundred feet away. He basically knew who it was before they even stepped on my doorstep, but this time he didn't say their name which made my heart flutter in bewilderment.

"Who is it?" He ruffled his fur as he stood up on his legs and jumped down from my bed. He sniffed the air slightly, and growled as he stood in a protective stance.

"He doesn't have a scent, my lord." I ignored the strange name he called me, as I peeked my head out of my door and took a dagger out of my drawer. He began to follow me, but I stopped him in mid-stair.

"Stay in my room." His ears went down in disappointment at my order.

"But, master-?" I frowned at him. I would never send my own dog to his death. That's just animal abuse. Well, half Dragon half wolf abuse.

"Stay." He nodded obediently, as he trotted back in the room.

I quickly began to walk downstairs, dagger in hand as I reached the living room. I mean, nobody was here except me and Grandma was at a Bridge game with the neighbors, so I honestly had no idea who it was. I mean, yeah, Sarah, Erica, Rory, and Jesse were vampires, but they still had a fairly strong scent. The ringing of the chiming doorbell caught my attention. I opened it slightly and gasped at the sight. A smile ran across my features, but I looked at him closely. It was Ethan. Ethan clothes and hair continued to get soaked as he stood on the porch. I could see him clearly because of the thunder making big glows of light every time it erupted. He was different that he was before. Much different. He literally towered over my form.

Even when growing up, I've always been the taller one of us two so this was surprising. His eyes were not his usual heartwarming brown anymore, they were blue and his hair was no longer the sweet chocolate brown that I once loved to run my fingers through. It was now midnight black. Blue eyes simmered against the light's raise, as he stared at me, dull with absolutely nothing in his clothes were torn and the huge rip in his shirt, you could see his bleeding chest through his white shirt. The scene was quite shocking, yet it still frightened me slightly at his form. The worse part of it all was the barring fangs that adorned his mouth as he stared at me and he retracted them as quickly as I saw them, almost looking through my very soul.

I mean, he looked like Ethan, but something seemed off in his eyes, but I quickly ignored it and pulled him inside and into my arms, I leaned into his touch. Not caring that his clothes soaked mine, as my head was now leveled with his upper-chest and he wrapped his arms around my small body. There was something definitely different. The sweet abrupt sound of his heart beating alarmed me slightly, but calmed me as I sunk into his not long forgotten embrace. I had many questions, but I decided to hold off on them as, I for once, just let him hold me.

(A Month Later)

Ethan finally returned home, so we got rid of his clone. Everyone was excited that he was back and safe, but his parents still looked suspicious at his new form. They still never bothered to ask what was wrong with him though. Ethan and Sarah even began dating. Which posses me off to no end and made me even hate her even more than before. Life was not being fair to me right now.

Over the next couple of weeks, I've been noticing some strange things in Ethan. I mean, he just didn't seem like the same guy from when he left. His personality, his appearance etc. Ethan used to be kind, bubbly, and hardly anything ever got to him. Now, he acts as if though, he's a complete different person. His nature and aura seems dark, guarded, isolated, almost angry. I mean, he talked, but not very much and if I ask about his sudden disappearance, he would look at me as if he wanted to rip someone's throat out, then play it off and asks me not to ask again. He barely even acknowledged his family anymore, let alone us.

I soon took him to Grandma to explain his new form. He was a vampire, but he was just a halfling. He was even more powerful than a fledgling. Which meant, he had every power of a vampire, but he could control it better than a normal one could, and unlike the others, he could age, but only when he doesn't use his vampire form and he didn't necessarily need blood to survive. His powers even more greater than before, but he refused to let Grandma test him to see what they were. So in the end, we had no idea of what he was capable of, and refused to let us inspect him even more than we had.

Soon weeks turned into months and he turned even stranger than before. When we got back, he began hunting again, but it was a thing that also surprised me to. Before, Ethan fought hesitantly. He truly didn't like to hurt others if he didn't have a good reason. Now, it was as if he fought for vengeance. No matter what they were, they were guilty. Hell, after everything went down, he even changed his school persona as well. He even joined the Jocks with Dave now, making friends with the main ones who beat him up everyday. He eventually barely came around me anymore. Again, it was strange. After three months, he even cheated on Sarah with the new girl Rosalina which earned him a swift ass-kicking from Erica. I mean, as the more time went by, I realized I was losing the one man who gave my life meaning. First, we were best friends, now we were strangers. That was until one faithful night when he asked for my virginity. I don't know why I accepted, but I did and I've never felt more closer to him no matter how far away he was. That was the reason why I laid here now, not having the strength to cry anymore, but instead distracting myself with pleasure. It was all I had left of the man who I loved. No matter how much blood and tears he caused me, I would never let him go.

(Flashback)

I panted as I pulled him closer. It finally became reality. A reality that was slowly killing me inside, ripping me apart ever so delicately and ever so slowly. That surely pain I am feeling is now because of my best-friend. That was my cover, my safe-haven. In my mind, Ethan belonged to me.

This is why I stayed, why my heart keeps beating. It was my lifeline. In my subconscious, he was also a friend that wouldn't betray me, wouldn't hurt me, wouldn't go running off to his girlfriend after we're finished with our forbidden deeds. The pain will stay surely lingering on, wrapping it's poisonous wings around my delicate and fragile heart. The beating organ is slowly bleeding to it's unfortunate death, and is kindly reminding me that with each passionate night I pass along with my best-friend is an invisible painful stab to my heart's already burning open wounds.

I bit into his shoulder, tasting the familiar metallic taste of blood as he wrapped his hands around my small silky hips in a bruising manner, pulling me down with his lustful thrusts. As I sank closer and closer into the deep, dark pit of despair, slowing consuming every painful fiber of my being. Closing my eyes is the best choice for me,at the moment. Letting my sub-conscious wonder off to a perfect world where this just wasn't about getting off or satisfying his dark needs. No, tonight is about our love, the love I really desire. The love that I really need. The love that is meant for me and not for her. Which this night of lust and desire is instead one of a breath-taking passion and love. For a year, this has been going on. He would sneak through my window and I would slowly fall into his dark abyss of lies.

Each one broke my heart even more than the last, with small cracks that slowly made my heart quiver into a deadly state. I've fallen so in love with him. My soul ached for touch, his love that I knew deep down I would never receive. He doesn't want me. Every night of desire is just another lie he said so sweetly for me to continue having sex with him. I fell for each one, his unbreakable charm, but it all meant nothing because all he wanted was her. I felt harsh lips upon my own, painful, bloody kisses along with deep bites were left lingering on my own pale, battered, and bruised ones. I knew he was searching for the soft, feathery, yet delicately dressed lips he loved to kiss every moment of everyday, but why didn't he want my own?

Why couldn't he? Why doesn't he desire soft, rose red, plump lips like mine? Why didn't he have the need to kiss me and make love to me like he does his girlfriend. Why was he making my heart bleed for him this way, and to make me suffer at my own existence? I finally felt his slightly bigger body press harshly against my own, his hips moving against mine in a burning passion, creating and finding a delicious friction that made my mind blown at the touch. He desperately desired anothers touch, while I only desired his. Besides, It was just another night of pure, brutal, meaningless fucking for him. While to me, It was a gorgeous night full of passionate love-making even though his antagonizing force was not soft nor gentle in the slightest and deep down it hurt like hell, like being ripped in two with force of just one small hand that constantly lingered upon my sweaty skin.

My heart cried out in pain and anguish at just the thought he didn't love me, and he never will think of me the way I think of him in the dark, cloudless, summer nights of my soul, or to feel the love that penetrated deep in my lovely heart. Suddenly, I felt hands undress my human form as his teeth grazed and bit down hard upon my scorching naked flesh, leaving marks of a deep unhealthy desire that filled me and left markings on my fairly flushed skin, leaving bruises of the night we spent together. Reminders to my already withered heart, engrossed in my broken soul, that he would never be mine. I felt him inside of me, moving hard and fast, abusing my inner walls, deep and ever so slowly and painfully that it ripped me inside.

It hurt so bad. Tears formed under my eyelids clouding whatever vision I had left, cascading down my reddening cheeks, leaving a burning trail behind. A reminder of the blood and tears my broken heart was shedding, the pleasure that faded away, the pain that was left behind that made me cry myself to sleep every night. As his thrusts became even more erratic, deepening that I came undone, spurts of wetness staining my internal insides, destroying my very psyche that kept me leveled and grounded. I could feel him pulse inside of me as the warm sticky liquid escaped my abused, pulsing, bleeding hole and my mind cleared. Not caring if his spit was mixed with my juices and blood that traveled down my sweaty cheeks and onto the cum-filled, white sheets.

The pain lingers and the pleasure returns for only a small moment as the familiar feeling in my stomach makes his presence known and ever so quickly. I wrapped my legs around his muscular waist as my body quivered, and my arms encircling his neck, as my orgasm shot through me painfully. My lips art in an inaudible whisper of loss, heartbreak, depression, and pain and twisted mixed feelings of love I feel for him.

"E." I whisper softly as I unconsciously clutch around myself, as he leaves and left me wondering my own point of existence. Leaving what we had behind in the deep depths of my already broken heart, the nights of passion, fake desire, and need was all over.

I finally broke down as I hear the soft open and close of the bedroom window, curling into fetal position and sobbed out my heartbreak. He loves Rosalina. Ethan loves Rosalina Marisol. They have already been dating a year and each day since then has been overcome with dread. Just hearing those names together echoing throughout my malfunctioning mind made me go insane. It's like having venomous, poisonous knife plunged deep into my already withered heart, creating an unbearable sensation that would slowly consume my bleeding heart, sniffling slightly as I buried my head into my knees. Letting my arms wrap tightly around my mid-section. My nails digging into my purple , bruised broken flesh, giant streams of blood slowly moving in a synchronized dance in my veins as they slowly pulsed the heated blood down my naked body.

Soon the agony consumed my body in a exhilarating pressure that held down my very body in an overwhelming pain that made me bury myself even deeper into the white cotton pillow, soaking it in my hot, salty tears. A barrier that kept my emotions at bay and the same barrier that kept the world from knowing the true pain in my heart and to hear the pitiful sobs of my ongoing heartbreak. I held myself together tighter as my hair fell over my face wet with tears. The sudden movement leads my pulsing and aching hate to sting deep within my soul .The cotton drowned out my sobs as the pillow welcomed my awaiting sorrows with heartfelt arms. I shivered as the cold air hit my open wounds, making more pain shoot up my spine. I got up slowly, as I approached my bathroom. My eyes burned, as my bare feet hit the cold tile-padded floor and walked in the shower, turning it on as the warm spray hit my face, washing away all the evidence of my tortured heart. Masking wounds and the dirtiness I feel inside, washing it all down the drain. I grabbed my only friend in this situation, my razor blade.

I shivered and trembled as I ran it across my milky skin, as the red substance came into view. I smiled as I felt the AC cascade over my cut, teasing it with it's cold ghostly hands, making me find it's warmth, it's security to keep me alive. All the protection and love I craved for went into my single cut. I slid a couple more across my arm as the thick sheet of blood covered my arm like a warm sweater, letting out my overwhelming frustration. I smiled as the tears trailed down my cheeks, accepting my contentment. The pounding in my mind became unbearable so much that I couldn't stand it anymore and just the thought of the situation drove me crazy. It was all because of Ethan Morgan couldn't love me back, couldn't love the best-friend who has been with him and has been in love with him all his life. He couldn't love the spell master slash nerd , Benny Weir.

The stinging pain be came a blur as I slashed my wrist. Letting my mind overcloud with the sweet, sheering pain taking over my now uptight nerves. The trembles and shivers became frequent, the loss of thought making me plunge deep into deep euphoria. I gasped as my heart started to race, my body welcoming the rush from my head to my feet. My heart beating out of control and letting the blood hit the floor of the tub, as my emotions broke into small pieces that fell in the back of my mind as the wounds of the beating organ became deeper as I could feel my soul darken. I fell into the deep abyss of pain and tranquility that held me tight. I could hear the blood pumping in my ears as my eyes fled of emotion. I slipped into a peaceful state of mind for once not caring what the next day will bring.

Thank you so much for reading. I hope it wasn't too bad and it gave a little more insight to your questions and I'll get to answer the rest in Ethan's P. O. V. Anyway, thank you all. Review and Follow. Peace:)