Chapter one: First day of Rain
Pink hair tied back in a small bun, bounced lightly. Her ears covered by the large D.J Style headphones, techno blasting her ear drums. Minx stared at her reflection through the mirror. Brown eyes, stared back at her, lips parting as she let out a fatigued breath. She moved her hands from the elliptical handles to her sides. She kept kicking her feet, harder, faster. The music kept pumping her blood, forcing her to go faster, working harder. She kept staring at herself. She wasn't the normal skinny 'Beverly Hills' girl that most would think.
She dyed her hair, countless times, she wore contacts, and refused to keep to the schools uniform. She hated Beverly Hills, and wanted to go back East. To Salam Massachusetts. To her real home, not this fake, silicone, bleach blonde, blue eyed and tanning central. It disgusted her.
She closed her eyes, grabbing her water bottle and took a good gulp of water. The ice made her throat burn, it felt too good. She kept chugging, sweat tickled the back of her neck, and from in between her breasts. The song switched from techno to a hard rock song. Smiling, she kept pushing herself harder. Her breathing came out in short, fast huffs.
She didn't stop, she didn't want too…it was Monday and she had three hours before school. She got up at five A.M to do her workout. Unlike everyone else in her school, she refused to be skinny, blonde and tan. It made her sick.
"Seriously, what ass hole would like a girl who's literally a double zero and purges up everything she eats?" She smiled to herself, stretching her arms.
She was happy to be a size sixteen. Large hips, nice size thighs, and some fat around her gut. But, she had large calves and small breasts. She, overall just so happened to be happy with how she looked. Unfortunately, there was another big thing that she doesn't do…
"Speak valley. Ick…" Mentally rolling her eyes, she kicked up the pace. Dancing, singing and having fun while working out, she loved it. She started to smile, laugh, that was till she opened her eyes and looked outside, and the clouds were gray, hiding away the bright sun.
She slowed her pace for a moment as she stared out the window. The ocean was acting up, roaring and crashing against the beach. It…was odd.
"This is California, in the middle of summer…" She shrugged it off.
"Probably a summer storm."
The one moment she looked outside, she heard the door open.
"Minx, I thought I heard the elliptical going." She shuddered.
When she turned her head, she looked at her mother, dressed to impress. In her thousand dollar pink dress, her four hundred dollar Jimmy Choos, and estimating, about two hundred dollars' worth of accessories. Minx, completing her workout, grabbed the small towel and rubbed it across the back of her neck.
"Morning mom…" She gave her a quick look over with a light shake of her head. The older woman crossed her arms.
"Like, you know it's like going to rain." Minx cringed at the sudden shrill, valley sounding voice piercing her ear drums.
"And it begins…" She sighed, bowing her head slowly. When she did make eye contact again, she felt the malice.
"Listen mom, if you're ever going to talk to me…talk to me normal." As she tried to bypass the bright, blonde haired, blue eyed woman she grasped Minx's arm.
She stood still, staring at her.
"Like, it looks like it's so totally going to rain. Like wear something cute, and warm." She watched her mother's collagen injected mouth move. Each day, her mother looked more, and more unattractive in her eyes, and more attractive in her step-father's eyes.
Minx, snatching her arm back from the woman, continued across the hall.
She wouldn't like to admit it to herself, but she did have it good. Her real father and mother had a divorce, it was simple, and calm…with him paying the divorce settlement of fifty thousand a month. When her mother got re-married, she-remarried to a CEO of some company, whose net worth was over ten billion.
Oh yes, Minx had it good, but she didn't like the fancy living of Beverly Hills.
She opened the door to her bedroom, faced with the many posters of rock, metal and techno bands, a deep purple bed spread, anime, manga, and other types of Japanese action figures, and of course posters lined the walls of her room.
Which…her mother insisted was painted pink.
Minx cringed inwardly. Thankfully, her father's tastes touched her, and not her mothers.
She preferred her father's much smaller mansion, which was only two hundred and fifty thousand square feet, with an outside pool. But, her mother had to have bigger, better and much more extravagant. A beautiful, marble and cobble stone mansion, five stories, elegant and over five hundred thousand square feet. Inside and outside pools. It had annoyed Minx, she had tried to tell people she didn't want to be friends with people who spoke…well…like everyone else.
Valley.
She took a quick shower, and dressed comfortably. Tight black leggings, a trip skirt that stopped at her thighs, combat boots that buckled up, and light black long sleeved hoodie. She brushed her hair with haste, put on a deep blue head band that pushed her bangs back, and exposed her brown eyes.
She forced a smile, grabbed her key-card that screamed 'look at me'.
"I'm as ready as I ever be…" With an exaggerated sigh, she put on her headphones, and headed to hell.
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Minx walked up the stairs, switching from headphones to ear buds. She was chewing on this morning's breakfast, which of course was never cooked for her. Simple breakfast, of an Eggo and an apple, and right now she was holding the apple in her mouth while rummaging through her bag. The school was large, and all female.
Outside, the tall pillars resembled a lovely Victorian style home, beautiful, tall and elegant however…the entire building was a dull purple. Window's covered with pink drapes in every class room. Even the gate surrounding the privet school, was bright pink followed by a low blue. Tall palm trees covered the sidewalk up to the school, ferns and rose bushes grew around it.
Every color seemed to pop more than usual, thanks to the graying clouds. Minx tilted her head slightly, it was strange for it to get cloudy…then she felt it.
The first drops of rain from the sky, touching her face. Tilting her head up to the clouds, and she stood straight, wondering.
"The meteorologist said it was going to be in the high eighties, no clouds in the sky…it was supposed to be a clear day." She shook her head.
"The one job, you can get away with lying." She sighed.
Her eyes were closed, standing outside for a moment or two longer, the goose bumps started to rise on her body. And eyes were watching her, she felt them, staring at her.
When she snapped her head, she took hold of one of the pillars, and dared herself to look around it. No one was there, but two girls, conversing with each other.
"Have you heard?" The blonde on the right asked.
The blonde with black tips shook her head and leaned in a little more.
"Heard what?" She replied.
Minx, would normally not listen, possibly thinking that this would be two friends conversing about who was pregnant.
"The town in Arkensaw? Riverbend? A WHOLE town caught fire and almost burnt to the ground!" She exclaimed.
Minx stopped herself from turning away, she leaned against the pillar, and listened intensely.
"Yeah, turns out some psychopathic teenager was going around and splitting people open with a carving knife!" The blonde continued.
Click.
Fwosh.
She had lit a cigarette.
"So, have you also heard about the new girl? Minx?" She the blonde with black streaks asked. The normal blonde shook her head, after taking a long drag of her cigarette.
"No, what about her?" She asked.
"Well, Samantha, this is going to be interesting to tell you…our friend Alana? She's friends with her if you haven't noticed, she's starting to crack and become like us! I can't wait!" The girl named Samantha flinched lightly.
"Do you really think that's a good idea Renee?" She asked, and to Minx the way she moved she had stepped on a stick.
"Samantha come on! She looks totally strange! All she does is sit around, play the piano and dance. Hell, sing even. While we, are working towards our modeling career, that chubby girl is wasting her time away with pathetic music." Renee returned.
Minx clenched her fingers into a tight fist.
"Well…I guess there's only one thing left to do…if Alana wants to betray me and go with these skanks…" She was gritting her teeth. Anger boiled in the pit of her stomach, as she let out a soft huff.
"I'm not chubby either…I'm athletic." She attempted to reassure herself. She leaned against it more, her brown eyes casted down to the ground, as she sighed gently.
"Well…either way, Renee…it's not fair. We don't know where that girl came from, for all we know she could've come from the mafia…" Samantha moved again, this time more uncomfortably.
Minx, had an idea. Grabbing her bag, she hefted it over her shoulder and started down the stairs to them.
"Hey…Samantha and….Renee right?" She asked. Both stood straight, pushing their breasts out.
"Yeah, and you're the new girl Minx right?" Samantha answered, seeming to be the leader of the small wolf pack. She flipped her long blonde hair, her bright green eyes were made up with light make up that didn't seem to distracting. It was how tan her skin was that distracted her from the beauty of her eyes.
Minx gave a light nod, as she flashed a smile it seemed that Samantha flinched at the sudden metal work in her mouth. She closed her lips, and cleared her throat.
"Well, I thought I would just introduce myself since I'm new. And I heard that you knew my best friend Alana. Is she in our homeroom?" Minx asked, tilting her head slightly. Attempting to be cute, but it seemed Samantha wanted none of it. She took a big, deep drag of the cancer stick, and puffed it out right in her face.
"Listen bitch, I don't want anything to deal with someone who came from the EAST COAST. After all, I heard you're from Salem. What would you do to me huh? Turn me into a frog?" She snapped, Renee hung her head, as if she didn't want to be there. Minx, couldn't resist a small smirk.
"Oh I was thinking more of a big, fat, wart infested toad. You know, something as ugly as your heart?" She replied, Samantha winced for a second before giving a bitch smile and spat right in her face.
"Don't fuck with the queen of this school, you Goth bitch. Fucking with me…is the last thing you want." She tilted her head back and let out a cackle. Her deep throaty laugh, made Minx's anger boil to the point of eruption.
"You, no good Beverly Hill's slut…" She clenched her fists, before cracking her neck.
"What're you gonna do fat ass?" She asked, looking back at Renee for back up.
She kept looking at the ground, puffing at her cigarette.
"Renee…back me up here!" She nudged, and Renee shook her head slowly.
"I think it's a bad idea Sammie…" She leaned back, Minx nodded slowly.
"That's a smart whore!" She laughed, a full laugh for the first time in a while, intending to give them a small bit of a fright. The last thing she had expected was Samantha's response.
"You got balls…that's not enough to get by with me…I'll see you soon…" She flashed a beautiful, white smile. She snapped her fingers.
"Come on Renee." She ordered.
Minx, watching the two girls dressed the same. In the bright white dresses, platform heels, both sparkling like a disco ball. Minx, closing her eyes, and sighed.
It was the first day at school, and she had already pissed off, Miss Bimbo of Beverly Hills privet school.
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Minx sighed, her chin on the palm of her hand. The class was full of girls, not wanting to pay attention to the beautiful sound of the teacher playing the piano. By the time the class actually had got started, most of the girls were either on their phones texting, or attempting to leave the class.
"If this is a privet school for the gifted, I must be smarter, or in the wrong school…" Her teeth were clenching tight again in her annoyance at everyone. This was her favorite class and she could barely make out the teachers words over the loud speaking. She wanted to tell everyone to shut up, and was about to till Alana took her wrist and forced her into place. Her eyes snapped to her 'best-friend.' Now, that she looked at her, she could see the differences in between them…Alana, a friend who followed her from the east coast to here…in this shit hole called Beverly Hills…was slowly turning. Turning to be one of them, she was cracking…and cracking hard.
"What?" She whispered, Alana seemed to flinch, yet held her place.
"I have an idea." She whispered back.
Minx, generally surprised that she would speak up, about having something in mind, she sat still. The chair, was constantly biting into her ass, and causing extreme discomfort. But still, she ignored the discomfort and looked at her 'best-friend.' Someone…someone she didn't know if she could trust or not.
"A lot of the girls agreed to stay after school…and I have a way we can get back at them for what they did to you earlier." She moved slightly, leaning in being sure no one else could hear her.
Minx, took a good look at her long time best-friend of three years…her hair once was a deep black, now she died it almost blonde, her eyes were always the same, a steel blue…and she wore a little bit more cheery make up. Cherry colored lip gloss, eye liner, and deep green eye shadow. Mascara, and blush on her chubby cheeks. She was a very thin girl, about hundred and twenty tops, soaking wet…she was a hundred and fifty when they moved here together…she was giving into the skinny bitches and started starving herself…she had too. What made Minx even more upset…was that Alana had given her almost all her other clothes.
Ever since her father had won the mega-millions she had changed…she didn't eat better, but less…and less each day that she can see her. And the worse of it all? She was forcing herself to listen to…Minx visually shuddered.
Justin Bieber…One Direction, none of what they had used to listen together. Techno, rock, grunge, and metal…now, she was starting to become a…sorority girl…and it made her sad…she actually thought she had a friend who understood her issues with girls like this.
Yet, Alana just nodded and ignored her actual problems about it. Her mother, vanity is her poison and she was taking it like cyanide tablets. She could see every bone, poking out of her skin…her face almost like a skeleton…it wouldn't surprise her if her own mother did coke. Yet, she shook the thought from her head.
"Sure, what's the idea?" Minx asked, Alana's eyes started to dance and her lips parted in a small smile.
There was one thing Minx, was definitely envious about her 'best-friend' was the fact she had her braces taken off last year, and now her smile looked amazing. She sighed inwardly.
"Have you ever heard of 'the midnight man' game?" She started to get excited, she could tell. Whenever her voice started to get high, it meant she was getting excited. Minx, raised a brow and shook her head. A small strain of her neon pink hair slipped, and started to tickle her nose.
"No I haven't. How do you play?" The smile on Alana's face gave her the creeps. But, she actually didn't mind it. Which…kind of shocked her own self…personally she would do anything to get back at any valley bitch, meaning her best-friend…or, once best-friend.
"Well…first, it must be exactly twelve A.M when we begin, or else it won't work at all. Now, were going to need the following: Candles, paper and pencils, wooden front door, pin needle, salt, and no lights on. Now, everyone playing must write their name down on the piece of paper, using the needle you prick your finger and put a small drop of blood on the paper. Next, you put the paper in front of the door. You light the candle. Then, you knock on the door twenty two times. At the twenty second knock, it must be twelve A.M. open the door, blow out the candle. Close the door, and immediately re-light the candle…we must survive till three, thirty three A.M. Everyone who plays, must walk around the house with the candle lit. Now, if the candle blows out, it means the Midnight Man is near. However, if you don't do this, and you want to survive you must surround yourself in salt. And sit in there till three thirty three A.M…the best part…if you stand in one place, or don't relight your candle in time. He gets you, and kills you." Alana shrugged looking at Minx with joy.
Minx pulled away and started to give it a little thought.
"Well, my mom's out tonight…so I guess we can use my house…" Alana squealed and wrapped her arms around Minx's neck. The next thing she hated…they never hugged, and she smelt like cotton candy.
Instantly Minx pushed her away and shook her head.
"Don't touch me like that ever again Alana…" She sighed, rubbing her face.
"What's wrong?" Alana asked, her head tilting. Suddenly, Minx…felt extremely distant from her once best-friend…and she…just stared at her. Her eyes narrowing into almost small slits. The sudden anger flaring up deep within her stomach, as she concentrated hard enough-
BWAM
A students lighter, in the row behind them started to spark and exploded. The sudden heat blast made Alana yelp, and Minx just stared. Dumb founded…for a moment a single thought passed through her mind. "Did I do that…?" And she came back with,
"No way…I'm not like that…" But secretly deep within her stomach, her heart and mind, she wished.
The teacher, running from the board with a fire extinguisher and started to spray the foam over the bag.
"This is why you can't smoke on campus!" He screamed. She looked back at Alana who, only stared lightly at her.
That's when both knew, their friendship would forever change that night.
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"Are you sure this is the place? I didn't think Minx had such a beautiful house." Samantha barked, crossing her arms, lighting up another cigarette. Alana looked at their home room class.
It consisted of seventeen yet, she only invited six. Renee, Samantha, Morgan, Alex, Kathy, and of course, Tonya. All of which carried over night bags, and possible drugs, smokes, and of course alcohol…even though she told them no need for any of that. That, Minx had everything taken care of. Yet, they insisted on bringing their own booze.
"And why did I let you convince me to come over to this Goth bitches house anyway Renee?" Samantha, the leader of the pack snapped at the person beside her. Who, still hung her head. Alana shook her own head in shame. She should really learn more respect, and they will tonight.
As they approached the beautiful Elizabethan house, standing five stories tall, two double French wood doors with a stain glass center. Having a wraparound porch, a stunning view of the ocean, standing on top of a cliff, almost far away from civilization. All the first and second floor lights were on. As they stood, talking amongst themselves, Alana had a dark, creepy feeling in the pit of her stomach…something that always happens when something wasn't right…or something bad was going to happen. She rubbed her hands together, and started chewing on the inside of her mouth. Her teeth chomping down on her cheek, it didn't hurt but every time she felt the pop of skin being chewed, she felt her nerves relax…just a little. The house was beautiful, the garden was the entire front porch. What was even better, was that in the basement they had an in-ground pool…and an outside one. What…what she couldn't figure out, was why the rain was still falling since this morning.
It wasn't like California to have a decent amount of rain…it was new, and she missed the sun. Naturally, she wouldn't have been intrigued…but since meeting Minx…everything was different. She, herself was changing, and she knew Minx didn't like it. The disrespectful looks she gave her every time she saw her…she just didn't want to be bullied like she was.
She was still her friend…
"I think…" She thought.
"So, what the hell are we standing out here in the rain for? My extensions are going to be ruined!" Samantha cried.
"Yeah!" The rest followed…for the exception of tiny Renee who kept her mouth shut…as always.
Alana, couldn't figure out why they were twins, or even why they were the same…they definitely didn't look the same, considering the only thing Renee does that's close to her sister, was smoke…even then it wasn't much.
"What does Minx have against poor Renee?" She thought. Samantha placed her hands to Alana's back and gave a light push.
"Come on bitch, I'm getting wet. And not the good kind." She sighed, huffed and puffed.
The sudden blast of techno startled everyone outside, making Samantha's face contort in annoyance.
"Really? Acid shit?" She spat on the ground rolling her fake green eyes.
Without hesitation she, herself stomped up to the front porch, her ten inch heels making loud stomping sounds. Alana, happy she only has to wear flat Mary- Jane's. The pounding of Samantha's knocking could burst any ear drum if they didn't cover their ears. She had rings larger then small pebbles…it was…now that she really took notice in all this, kind of gaudy…in a way, disgusting.
"No wonder why Minx is starting to hate me…" She looked at the rest of the class, and realized what might happen tonight…
"Am I really going to get away with murder? Or is everyone going to go batshit crazy tonight?" She thought, with a sigh, she pushed herself forward.
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The pounding at her front door was annoying her, even over the loud blasting techno she could hear the relentless banging. Minx, covering one ear, had just finished setting everything up. The booze, weed (even though she never touched the stuff, everyone else had.) food, and of course the items for that night's game.
"All I'm going to do, is scare the piss out of them…" She chuckled, before opening the door with a bright smile, and a smile that faded fast. It was Samantha, followed by her posse.
"Close that mouth, horse teeth, let us in. It's getting cold, and it's raining." Samantha crossed her, too skinny arms. Almost making Minx want to shove a cheeseburger in her mouth. But, with a sigh she moved to the side, praying that tonight would change the way they acted to her.
Little did she know, it will.
As things got moving along, no one touched the food (of course skinny bitches) but ravaged her booze. By the time she looked at her clock it was eleven thirty. She was getting nervous, but sighed, things were falling into place, but she smiled to herself. She could do this, she would do this…
"What…" The girl Tonya giggled and hiccupped.
"What is this game we're going to play?" She had natural dark brown eyes, and she seemed decently okay…but, she wasn't going to take any chances. She took a deep breath in and smiled.
"What I can tell you, is that the game will be fun." The smile was large, and she felt her own self become nervous.
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Cracking her knuckles, she watched all the girls write their names down, and prick their thumb and place their blood onto the paper. All the girls opened the door, and slipped the paper outside. Once the door was closed, Minx, rapped her knuckles against the wooden door, twenty two times…and all at once, the clock chimed.
She opened the door, blew out the candle…Alana, flipped the breaker, and all the lights went out.
Everyone, re-lit their candles.
"Alright everyone, now we must keep our candles lit till three thirty three A.M…" The sudden silence of the room, sent chills through everyone's spine, and as she spoke, the room, grew cold.
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He was being summoned, whoever it was, made him irritable. Someone was playing 'the midnight man' game…and he was just waking up from an extreme hangover. Groaning, he rolled over and dared to face himself in the mirror. And as perusal, when his eyes touched the glass, it shattered.
"I know I'm good looking but damn." He chuckled. He raked his hands through his shoulder length black hair red streaks running through to the tips. Neon blue eyes stared back at him through the glass shards. Paper thin pink lips, skin gray as ash, lean but pronounced muscles…and his best feature, his face. Very angular, and a short pointed nose. There was one small problem to his very, handsome, beautiful face…was his horns. The one thing he couldn't get rid of.
Knock,
Knock,
Knock…
They were knocking, they were calling. And whoever did it, was doing it right. And their blood, smelt…amazing to him. He tilted his head, tossing on a simple black tank top, and slipped on his black jeans. With a single movement, he reached out, looked at his hands, and watched his own talons growing.
This, was going to be a fun, long night. If they don't play the game right…it was going to be one hell of a fright for them.
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Alana knew, the minute she stepped into the basement, the air became cold, and she started to shudder. He was there, the Midnight Man…and he was prowling around. Waiting for someone. She turned, and reached the stairs, her heart pounding, mouth becoming cotton. Alana, couldn't take a single step up…as the wind touched her face, before her eyes, everything turned negative and started moving to the right.
She reached to her back pocket for her lighter, the seconds were ticking away from her. Melting into nothingness.
He was behind her, frigid cold air caressed the back of her neck, as she shivered, her teeth chattered. When she flipped the lighter, and lit the candle again…all was left, was the small black mist behind her, dissipating into nothingness. Tears, were fogging her vision, leaning against the wall she leaned her head forward.
"That…that was close…" She panted. As she kept her head against the wall.
"Hehehe…you wish…little girl…" The voice, beautiful enough to make her swoon, forced her eyes up and in front of her. The last thing she was expecting, was the flash of white, and then red.
Her screams were cut short, when her vocal chords were severed.
"You should've counted ten seconds…" He growled, watching the girl's skinny body collapse on the tile floor. The blood, running over the crevices into the pool. Dripping like a beautiful water fall.
"One down…five to go."
Samantha, kept walking through the room's flickering the candle, giggling and laughing at Tonya, who had fallen once her candle blacked out. Yet, she wasn't drunk enough, to forget the rules. Without hesitating she flipped a lighter, and lit the candle back up.
"You know, this is a stupid game. If that stupid slut thought this would scare me? HAH!" She tossed her head back laughing. Already extremely drunk off of vodka, she leaned against the wall, and shivered at the sudden cold chill.
"God, someone just walked on my grave." She rubbed her arm with her free hand. Tonya looked around the room, before stepping around her.
"That means we need to get moving, we can't stay in one spot any longer than a minute or two before the Midnight Man comes and tries to get us." Tonya, tipsy as can be wobbled and fell onto her knees. Samantha shrugged, before stepping over Tonya, she stopped, and eyes were peering at her, through the darkness.
"Oh come on Renee, that's not funny!" She snapped, there was no reply.
Tonya stood, the candle light flickering off against Samantha's blood shot eyes, and she, felt her blood chill, behind Samantha, neon blue eyes, glimmered in the dim candle light. In that moment, she reached up and started to rub her eyes.
There was no way.
"Look, Minx, that's not cool." Tonya spoke up, the silence dragged on for more than a minute. Samantha looked at Tonya and tilted her head.
"Bitch what the fuck are you talking about?" She snapped.
"Turn around." Tonya snapped back, pointing behind her.
Samantha turned, opened her mouth and a single gurgle slipped out of her mouth. Taking a step back she grasped her throat, the candle fell from her hand, and the sudden sizzle of the light stunned Tonya. She watched Samantha's blood slipped in between her fingers, the mixture of concealer and other types of makeup congealed that had made a small clotting agent. Her blood, instead of spurting, decided to slide down her throat, like a horror routine.
"S…Sammie…?" She cried.
"H…H…elp…" Puffs of air escaped the hole within her throat.
The white dress became dyed with red.
"Oh fuck…" She gasped out, she turned doing a 180, pumping her arms she ran down the stairs.
"MINX!" She hollered, only her voice echoed back at her.
"MINX! RENEE!" She tried.
"Kathy…?" She ran into the dining room, only to be confronted by empty walls, and the soft glow of her candle. The hot wax, dripped down the stick, and onto her hand. She kept panting, her heart hammering against her rib cage. The sweat dripped down her neck, and flowing in between her breasts. Her hair, which was put up in a small bun, was slowly falling out. Brown eyes, darting around the room, her mind couldn't stay still for more than a second before…a cool breeze passed her ankles.
"Fuck you nigga!" She screamed, before trotting down the hall, and making a sudden left…
Her face, hit the door almost in perfect unison…the candle stick broke in half.
"Fuck…fuck…fuck…" She whispered, holding her hand to her bleeding nose.
She tried to remember the rules…rules…
"What…the hell…? Salt!" She exasperated, forcing herself back to her feet. The sudden shock of being sucker punched in the face by a door, knocked the wind out of her. Yet, she was back on her feet, in her five inch heels and attempted to run.
However, she didn't make it far. Just barely making it to the entrance way...
Sharp claws wrapped around her ankle, talons dug deep into her dark skin.
"Mm…dark meat…" The voice chuckled.
Tonya, retaliated by taking her foot and giving a solid kick. She felt it hit, apparently, it did nothing.
"HELP ME!" She howled.
A deep, burning sensation shot up her leg, startling her.
"What the fuck?!" She yelped; the teeth sunk deeper, and deeper piercing the bone. Her screams turned into soft cries of defeat.
"What? The hood rat had enough?" He chuckled, pulling himself on top of her, his hands were so gentle, and it was almost rough.
Tonya turned her head to the side, her blood fell on her own face making her flinch.
"What? Don't like the feeling of your own blood?" He asked, leaning down licking up her neck.
"Do you want me to stop?" He whispered, she closed her eyes and let out a terror filled scream.
"Stop please!" She whimpered. He leaned in closer, the fetid cold breath played against her neck. His laugh, was harsh unmistakable.
"Oh, you want this torture to end? Ask me to kill you, since you like it consensual…I hate sluts like you and that blonde bitch…" He growled rubbing her neck with the palm of his hand. Tonya closed her eyes, trying to fight back.
"Oh…I see…" He sighed, head shaking.
"I was trying to make it easy on you…so you wouldn't feel too much…" He cracked another grin.
"Guess…I can have some fun!" A free hand sunk deep into her flat, stomach. His hand cupped over her mouth, keeping her head still, he forced her eyes to look at him.
He was a beautiful creature, with neon blue eyes, a set jaw, with two horns upon his head. His smile, a shark's grin, and when he spoke, the pain refused to dull.
"You should really take more care of yourself…if you don't…" His hand rummaged around for a minute longer, Tonya's brown globes started to roll back.
"Obviously you're not the one that summoned me here…" He chuckled.
Tonya, gave a half-assed effort to look at the man, thing…within his hand, throbbed and moved freely was her unborn child. He, was laughing, mocking her. The anger boiled, her irritation rose, as she sat up, everything fell. Hitting her lap, it was hot, long…and it didn't feel right.
"You would've stayed alive longer, and suffered more if you would've just laid still." He shook his head, making a displeased noise.
"Now, you can bleed out here for all I care." Tossing the fetus back to Tonya he sighed.
"You've bored me. Now, I'm going to find the rest of your little troop." He shrugged.
In a single wave, Tonya's blood disappeared off his nails, and hands. His face, became clean, and handsome once again. He took a look into the mirror that laid upon the wall, and smirked. The girls' eyes were wide with fright, she was bleeding out, and he knew she would be dead within ten minutes. Not nearly as slow as he would like.
These girls, to him were absolutely stupid. Stoned, and drunk. Their stomachs partially empty of any type of food, except for one…the smallest, one. Alex, she was leaning over the toilet purging whatever she had in her stomach out into the water. It disgusted him, she even ignored one of the key signs that he was there. She was, absolutely…just…ignorant. And it was pissing him off to the point, he KNEW she didn't call for him. She wasn't the one, and it was annoying him.
He only took a quick glance at the clock on the wall, with the dim light. It was going on one thirty, he was running out of play time. He had to start getting serious, and if his summoner was as stupid as the rest, she would be sticking around ONE place…"Can't believe I got summoned to this shit hole…" He growled. This one, was simple, he walked up behind her, taking the back of her head, slamming it hard against the toilet rim.
"What the fuck!" She yelped, swinging her hands.
Blood from the busted eyebrow dripped down into her eye. Manicured nails scratched against his hand, he chuckled, slamming her face back into the toilet water. She tried to kick, and flail and kept failing. He forced her face deeper into the toilet bowl. She wanted to purge what she had eaten, he'll make her drown in it. By the time she started to stop thrashing, he gently started to rub her curly hair.
"That's it…shh…calm down. Breathe in your own ignorance. Stop fighting your own death." He chuckled, pulling his hand away slowly. When he reached over to the candle, the last thing he saw, was her bobbing head.
Morgan, leaning heavily against a random chair, she couldn't remember what floor she was on. Third, fourth, or the second…her head was swimming from all the Jack and Coke…and the actual coke she snorted in the bathroom. She leaned over, panting. Her arms were engulfed in sweat, her knees trembled. She had way too much, she had to be seeing shit. In every room, she could see a black humanoid shape, and she could've sworn it was the hallucinations from the mixture of drugs and alcohol…
"Calm down girl…calm down…" She panted, wiping her brow with the back of her hand.
Something wasn't right, the game wasn't supposed to be real, it was a fake. Minx, must've hired some punks to do those tricks. Morgan, felt her stomach turn. It sucked being a movie producer's daughter, she had to do this, be this, and wear this.
She didn't want this, she didn't want to be here. She wanted to be home, curled against her huge bed, and reading a good Sherlock book. But, now she's sitting here running around this god damn house that was too big even for her to navigate.
"Hello….?" She cried out, sitting up straight. She was the only one able minded enough to wear jeans, a tight shirt, and tennis shoes.
"No one's going to save you." It was one of the shadows, whispering to her.
"Fuck off!" She yelped, holding the candle close to her body.
"You want to be free? You've gotta jump." He whispered back.
He knew what he was doing, he wanted to have fun, and a lot more fun than he did with that Alex. And this girl, Morgan didn't summon him, so…it was time to fuck with her coke infested brain.
"What are you? What do you want from me?" She whimpered, the shadow laughed, moving freely throughout the room. Morgan froze, the small light flickered, her heart jumping in fear. Her overly large teeth poking through her big fish lips. She sucked in deep breaths of air, hair clinging to her scalp from fear. She kept shaking her head, trying to calm herself.
"You're not real…" She whimpered.
"Oh contraire…I'm more than just a shadow, I can manipulate things…even you…if I wanted too." He laughed, the laughter within his voice, made chills shoot up her spine.
"Oh god…oh god…oh god…" She cried.
"There is no holy god…only me." He laughed again. Her fear, spiraling almost too absolute terror made her grasp her chest.
Pounding, and pounding she could feel it against the palm of her hand, causing her to gasp for air. Shooting pain, went through her chest, and down her arm. Her brain was buzzing her body, bursting with sweat. She couldn't move.
"What's wrong dear? Am I breaking your heart?" He chuckled.
She leaned over, knees smacking against the bedroom floor. The wide window was compelling, and her chest ached more with each passing moment. She coughed, and as she coughed, a spittle of blood dripped across her chin. Her heart, felt like it was about to implode.
"Stop it, you fucking thing!" She cried out, and the shadow laughed, moving carelessly across the window, casting out any light pushing through the curtains.
With a wave of his hand, the window slammed open, wind rushed in, tugging and ripping at Morgan's curly hair. The small rain droplets touched her cheeks, making her gasp. The rain sizzled at the touch of her skin. She was trembling, crawling to the window. He, the shadow stood in front of her blocking her escape. She coughed, a gelatinous thing, splattered onto the carpeted floor.
"What…?" She gasped out, it moved, throbbed and pulsed.
When she opened her mouth to speak, nothing slipped from her lips.
"Cat got your tongue?" He laughed, standing to the side. The sweet escape was there, she grabbed the ledge pulling her body up.
The drop wasn't far, but she would land right on the cement around the pool. And when that thought came into her small, pea brain she stopped herself.
"You would rather not fall to your death?" He tilted his head in wonder, this creature was a…real thrill to watch. She was in absolute agony, and she was still fighting him! It was hilarious! It truly was! He smiled, placing his foot against her side.
"I'll do it for you then…" He pushed, her body collapsed, falling. He watched her paw at the air.
Thump
Her body slammed against the concreate, a puddle of blood surrounded her head, eyes staring right up at him. She was staring at the cold face of death, and he smiled at her.
Next, was that bitch, Kathy.
Minx pawed throughout the house, everyone seemed to go quiet. Either by passing out from being too drunk, or high…she hoped that they got caught by the midnight man.
"After everything they've done…" She thought sourly.
A cool breeze passed by her legs, and she shuddered. Within the dim candle light, she opened her mother's bedroom door. A smell, of blood slapped her face. Coughing she cupped her mouth with her hand, wincing. It was strong, too strong. She stepped into the threshold, the window was open, bright blue curtains whipped in the sudden gust of wind. She held down onto her headband, her bangs tickling her nose. She winced, cool rain drops landed on her skin, stinging.
"Why the hell is the window open?" Not caring, she closed it quickly. Counting the seconds that ticked by. She didn't want to stay in one room too long, or else the midnight man will find her. Her stomach heaved, something wasn't right.
"Hello?" Calling, she turned.
No one was behind her, no one was in the room. The sudden distress disappeared, and she felt normal…almost. Something was still off, something was still not feeling right…she didn't know what…and what she didn't do, was look down at the corpse of Morgan, who laid flat out like a pancake.
She walked out of her mother's room, and closed the door. These girls, really need to pay more attention where they're going.
"Are you the one who summoned me?" It was a whisper, touching her head. Cobwebs flowed over her face, and she smacked it away.
"I thought I said no guys allowed over!" She snapped.
When no one replied, she shoved down the hallway.
"Samantha that's not funny!" She followed the stairs. And turned, going to the left.
"Samantha?" She called out again, when the silence dragged on, she felt a deep knot in her stomach. The candle only lit a few feet in front of her, and she almost stepped on Samantha's head before she realized she was face down on the floor. She huffed.
"God damn it Samantha, wake up!" She snapped.
"You nearly gave me a heart attack!" She continued. Minx placed the candle down on the hardwood, she leaned down to grab her shoulders. She turned her on her back, expecting her to be fallen face first in her own vomit.
What she didn't see coming, was the deep gash across Samantha's throat, and the sudden thump of her head falling onto the floor. Her limbs went numb, her mouth grew dry, and she dropped the body on the ground. Her hands came away sticky, slick with blood. She fell back, unable to speak, or say anything. Her lip trembled, staring at the corpse. She wanted her dead, but not in such the violet way…her HEAD was LYING in front of her, almost in her lap. Her hands trembled, tears were up in her throat.
"I thought you weren't afraid of anything…witch." The last word was spat out.
"What did you do with them?!" Minx screamed back into the darkness. The light flicker made her shudder. She didn't know where he was, or who he was…all she knew was that he was killing everyone she knew.
"Oh? You think I'm a mere man…ha-ha….hahaha…HAHAHAHAHAHA!" He was laughing AT her.
"Get out of my house!" She screamed.
"YOU SUMMONED ME!" He screamed back, the power of his voice made the candle flicker and die.
"S…Shit!" She cowered, grabbing the matches from her pocket. As soon as she struck one, a face was in front of hers.
A beautiful, elongated but…handsome face. Two horns sticking from his forehead. Her lips, trembled when his beautiful neon blue eyes stared at her. He was the darkness, he was sinking deeper into it, morphing with it. Her own eyes stared at him.
"You're not like them…not at all. What about you…is so different?" He asked. Narrowing her eyes at him, she grabbed the candle stick, using the handle as a weapon she smacked it across his head.
A horn cracked.
He glared at her, eyes flashing red with a challenge.
"You little Minx!" He growled.
She stood, and ran.
Renee was lost, confused…she didn't know which was which. She had to pee, and for some reason she was all the way on the south side of the mansion. Her knees were trembling, and she felt like her bladder was about to explode.
She almost dropped her candle when Minx's scream touched her ears.
Drip
Drip
Drip
She felt warm as her urine trickled down her thighs. Her eyes closed, wishing away the darkness, the embarrassment. If Samantha would've seen this, she wouldn't have been able to live this down, at all. Her shoes were wet, her stockings were filling up as well. Tears brimmed her eyes, and gently fell down her cheeks. This was too much.
Too, too much...she sobbed.
"Why am I in a place like this?" She cried out. Cupping her face in her hands, she lowered her head. She wanted to go home, she didn't want to be here. She wanted to write, sing, and be at home with her sick mother. But now, she was forced by her twin sister to go to this damn party. She never wanted to hurt Minx, she never wanted to be mean. She wanted to just go to school, be by herself and go on about her day.
But Samantha forced her to come here…forced her to fuck with Minx…and now, look at what's happening.
She lifted her eyes from her hand, confused, dazed and unsure. Something wasn't right, and she needed to find Minx, Alana and Samantha before she's too late. There had to be some way to finding them before he got to them…
When she stood straight, and started moving to the stair way to the basement. She thought she heard Alana say she was going to be down there, there was no way…no way she could still be there…maybe…
"Maybe she is…" She had hope, hope deep within her heart that her friend Alana was still alive…after all, she was the one who had stopped her from doing really…stupid stuff. When her foot touched the bottom stair, her toes kicked something. Something solid rolled across the floor. When she held the candle out, the flickering light only gave her inches to see. And from what she could tell, one of the girls were down here. Which one she didn't know…she couldn't see anyone.
"Hey, anyone down here?" She asked, almost already forgetting about her accident.
Her shoulders jumped when the pool cleaner turned on. When her heart settled and she couldn't help but laugh at herself. There was no one there, no one at all. Yet a settle panic started to set in her head, something, in the back of her mind, kept her on her toes.
"All alone are you?" It was a whisper, so soft, so sweet to her ears she had thought she imagined it. But, how could she imagine something that well?
"Turn around." It ordered. And she did the voice's bidding.
On the ground, not even a foot away from her feet, Alana laid out, on the ground her head bobbing in the pool, and the rest of her body hanging out on the ground. She didn't have to feel the vomit in her throat, it came right out. Covering her shirt, and skirt. It was the worse smelling thing she had ever encountered.
Ding
Ding
The clock struck twice, meaning he had an hour and a half left to play with his food…he never did like to rush, but this time is different. He knew who had summoned him, and now…he would use this to his advantage.
"Should I kill you now, or wait till my summoner comes around?" He asked her, Renee, being too shocked to notice he was still speaking to her, and only stared at the body of her dead friend. Lying out on the ground, her legs spread wide open, her bowels were already released as she died. This man, was real, and he was roaming the house looking for them…he was going to gut them like a fish…
"You're right about roaming around to find you. But gutting you like a fish? Ehh…a little unorthodox and not worth the time or the efforts…" He raked a hand through his hair. He could easily speak to these girls without mental communication, but…the hassle factor.
"Now that I know who I'm looking for…I really, really don't need to kill the rest off. Just the summoner." He thought about it, the girl wasn't that bad of a looker, he just might keep her for a little while longer…maybe to relieve some stress? He felt his lips part.
"I'm over four thousand years old, I can get any bitch that I want. By force, or not….I'll end up having them…" he looked over his shoulder, Renee was walking backwards to the staircase. Her foot almost slipping on the candle holder. He almost wanted to laugh, she looked just like that Samantha whore. The first one to die…she only lasted thirty minutes within the game before he slaughtered her where she stood. And now, look at them…Renee, and Minx were the last two to live…which was a surprise to him. He thought he would've found Renee first, or the summoner at least.
He was wrong.
The summoner was rather intellectual…
"What am I thinking?" He scoffed at himself, he was really losing his touch…and the fact the time was draining, wasn't helping him any.
He waited for another minute or two before following Renee, knowing, that he would run into the summoner if he had followed her. He ran into her once before, but she disappeared on him before he had a chance to take hold of her.
Before long, he was right, she was running through the halls screaming, crying for Minx. And he would find her…any moment.
…
Minx heard Renee, crying begging to find her. She was in the dining room, looking at Tonya and her unborn child with a deep frown set on her face. She couldn't believe what happened…she couldn't…comprehend what was going on, there was so much…too much and she just couldn't get it…she did this? Just by summoning him? She wasn't that powerful…was she?
"Down here Renee! I found Tonya…she's dead." Minx said, her eyes still staying on the fetus. She didn't even know Tonya was pregnant…and it was sad that, that child wouldn't have a future. She shrugged.
"Oh well." She sighed.
When Renee stopped and stood beside Minx, she stopped and projectile vomited over herself again. Minx flinched and crinkled her nose.
"You bitch…why did you bring us in this?" She snapped, spitting on Tonya's body. Minx, turned to her side, giving her a single glare.
"Why are you such a cunt to me? Why are all you Beverly Hill sluts bitching at me for no reason?" She turned to her, gripping the candle.
"Of all the people to be alive…I have to be stuck with you…" She growled. The anger within her stomach boiling up.
"I'm sorry!" Renee turned, the candle in her hand, moving with her.
"I'm sorry you just don't fit in here! I'm sorry you're just a FREAK!" She screamed.
Minx stood still, the candle flickering in her hand. Minx, staring, the deep malice within her eyes, made her growl again.
"A freak…?" She hissed, the candle flickered. Her eyes glowing a deep amber.
"You're next…"
…
He found her, and she was the summoner. Her power started in surges, pushing, pulsating and the moment he stood behind them arguing. The flame of the candle flickered, and threatened to jump. He knew her element, it was fire.
And it was dancing for her, in her soul…and he wanted a piece of it.
She wanted to murder her…he could see it, he could see her soul burning brighter than the candle.
He couldn't kill her…
He couldn't…
He just couldn't harm the poor girl…
"What does that mean for me…?" He thought, watching them. He had to clean up this mess, he had to fix, and finish what they had done. The beautiful massacre they started…and he will finish it, just for her.
"What am I thinking? What am I doing?" He kept asking himself over, and over, but no answer came to him. No answers surfaced…he didn't understand. Yet…he reached out, touching Renee's throat, his talons dug deep within her skin.
And he looked over her shoulder, saw those amber eyes staring back at him; having a silent conversation, he dug his nails deep within her skin in a soft, silent rip…and her flesh parted, and her blood spurted.
Landing, on Minx's beautiful skin, staining her shirt and pants. She only flinched, when the clock struck three. She looked at the man standing behind, the gasping woman. And she too, opened her mouth to speak. Only, blood entered her mouth, and she tasted it crimson copper and she took a step back. He dropped her body, tossing it to the side.
She could see him, in all his might, walking to her. He reached out touching her cheek.
"Play times over, witch…" He growled, blowing out the candle.