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Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent underneath...
I counted to ten before blowing out a deep breath and fixing not only my face but my posture.
"We will only need to be here until we achieve our goals." Augustine said calming me after noticing my nervousness.
"Right." I said with a sigh smoothing out my black shirt and skirt before Augustine opened the door for me.
No sooner did I step foot into the entrance hall did I hear to sound of heels tapping towards me. A smile made its way towards my lips as Fiona came into view. "Well well what brings you to my humble abode?"
"Would you believe me if I said I missed your witty personality?"
Fiona's lip twitched. "To a degree, but I'm more interested in the other reason…"
"The only person who said there was another reason was you." I said with a shrug.
"Uh huh…" She said staring at me and I returned her gaze with equal measure. A moment passed and a smile stretched across our lips as we shared a hug.
"Come on in, surely I won't have to show you to your room?" Fiona said linking her arm in my own.
"Not at all." I said. "I still remember where it is at."
Fiona hummed in acknowledgement before looking over at Augustine who had remained silent, her eyes narrowed slightly. "As I'm sure you remember this is an all-girls academy."
"As I'm sure you recall Augustine never leaves my side."
"Yes I recall…you always travel with your shadow…your black butler."
"It is his duty to serve me…and that is all." I said bored of the conversation. Fiona's eyes continued to gaze at him something that had a small scowl pulling on my lips. I had forgotten Fiona's attraction to younger men.
"Yes…but are you quite attached…" Fiona's eyes glued to Augustine's figure who in return looked as bemused as one can be in his situation.
"As his master, his body, mind and soul belong to me and me alone" I said coldly drawing Fiona's eyes to my own.
Fiona looked down after a moment of silent passed between us. She chuckled again. "Ah yes, I had forgotten how attached to are to your play things. So easily angered when someone else wants to play…good to know some things never change."
I didn't bother with a response.
"Come so you can meet the others." Fiona said and I release a deep breath relaxing my face once more at her command. I had to play along if I wanted to stay….at least for a little while longer. I squared my shoulders and strutted after her walking by her side instead of behind her as Augustine trailed behind us silently.
"What are we talking about?" Fiona asked as we walked into the kitchen where I saw four other girls standing about, staring at me curiously.
"College boys…taken at the time of their lives…such a tragedy almost makes me want to cry..." I said dryly as I locked eyes with a short brunette who was staring at me with wide inquisitive eyes.
I looked over her…she was a clairvoyant…my lips pulled into a venomous smirk as her body subtly trembled. I could only imagine what the dead were whispering in her ears about lil ole me.
"Ahh…but then we have to remember nobody's going to miss a bunch of assholes in Ed Hardy t-shirts…" Fiona said with a smirk.
"Who are you?" The blonde asked, her curiosity seemingly peaked by the woman's words.
"You know I got to hand it to you…a bus flip, that's not easy. But you are a sloppy little witch bitch." Fiona said with narrowed eyes.
The blonde sneered at her. "Go to hell you stupid hag."
My lip twitched at the insult and I prepared for Fiona's retaliation…if Fiona was anything more than prideful… it was vain.
The blonde didn't even have a chance to fully turn away before Fiona flicked her wrist sending the blonde flying straight into the farthest wall.
"Say that." Another witch said.
"Now I've read all your files, and your never gonna become great women of our clan sitting around here at Hogwarts under the confused instruction of my daughter. We're going on a field trip." Fiona said as she looked over the girls a sneer making its way to her face. "Jesus change your clothes."
She motioned to my wardroom. "Follow Angel's example, wear something….black."
I stayed towards the back of the group walking sluggishly yet still managing to keep up with the group.
"-Angel what happens when witches don't fight?" Fiona said drawing me out of my thoughts and into whatever she was telling the young and unexperienced witches.
"They burn…" I said automatically unfazed by the shocked and scared looks that I received from the other girls.
I paused stopping to stare at a building across the way. I looked at Augustine "Want to visit Madame LaLaurie's house of terrors…"
He smirks. "Sounds like fun."
"Angel…"
I paused popping my lip before tilting my head back to glance at her after letting out a heavy sigh. "What can I do for you Nan Evelina Brewer…"
She blinked confusion written on her face.
"Wondering how I know your name…surly you of all people should have an idea…" I said coyly.
Her eyes lightened in understanding before she lowered her eyes to look somewhere around my collarbone. "What are you going to do?"
"Well…since I know you won't be as annoying as the others…I'm going to the exhibit. You should come along, tell me what those poor unfortunate souls are whispering from the land of the dead." I said with a smile as I walked towards the exhibit.
"You shouldn't take so much joy in all the death she's brought. Those people she killed were innocent." Nan said softly as I played with the Madame LaLaurie's hair brush sitting in her vanity chair.
"You shouldn't be such a stick in the mud Nan…and there is not a single person in this world that is innocent." I said not removing myself from the chair. She remained silent. I turned my head towards Augustine. "I want one of these chairs in my room..."
He nodded doing his little bow and I smiled looking forward to having a new piece of furniture in my room.
I only stood following the group when the tour guide mentioned seeing the infamous room of horrors. I walked along with Nan leaving Augustine behind as we looked at the torture chamber.
My fingers brushed over the Madame's torturer chambers and it was like being transported back in time itself.
Nan with her sensitivity couldn't bare to stay in the house long and I stood from the window watching as Fiona walked towards her.
I lost interest when she mentioned that the lady of the house was yelling out for help below them, instead following another witch who thought she could sneak away unseen.
"Should have been you asshole." The young witch with chest-long, straight, dark blonde hair and caramel eyes muttered venomously as she gazed upon Archie's form.
"I agree…it should have been him. Zoey…right?" I said playfully as I leaned against a wall staring at her intently.
The blonde whipped her head toward me her eyes widen. "How did you-"
"He's going to make it you know…" I said cutting her off as I looked at his medical charts.
"What?" Zoey said taken aback by the news.
"Yes, he'll be bruised and broken for a bit, but it seems he's on the road to a full recovery…shame." I said.
I stalked towards her like the predator I was. I stood by her side looking very much like the devil as I whispered in her ear. "Shame that he gets to live when it was his fault in the very beginning…it's not fair…it's not right…he deserves to die doesn't he…"
Tears ran down her cheeks as she thought of him living…
"He took him from you…he deserves to pay…why should he live…why should he be allowed to walk away with only a few bones…do you think he will learn his lesson…once he's cleared by the doctors, once his body heals…he'll do it again…he'll do it again to a girl that doesn't have to power Madison does…do you want that Zoey? Do you want that on your conscious?"
"What am I supposed to do?" She whimpered.
I shrugged with a sigh although my eyes glittered darkly. "I don't know Zoey…but what I do know is that he is a sexual predator…he enjoys he enjoys his victims pain as he sexually assaults them…if I had a gift like yours…I would show him how it feels to be on the receiving end…to be the prey instead of the predator…"
"He's not going to stop…" She whispered as she watched me walk closer to him. I my fingers trailing over his form before reaching his face where I playfully bopped his nose.
"No…" I said with a sigh. "Sadistic people like him don't stop until someone makes them stop…"
I smirked victoriously when I saw the resolve in her eyes. I flicked my wrist, the blinds and screens covering her as I walked out of the room, the door closing shut behind me.
"Will she be able to handle being a murderer?" Augustine asked as we walked from the hospital and through the town to where they were having a memorial service for the fallen frat boys.
"Not my problem." I said evenly before sending him a scathing look. "Next time I tell you to get rid of all witnesses…I except you to do so without failure.
"Yes…" Augustine nodded to me with a bow as I turned away placing a single black rose next to the picture of the boy with Jemma's eyes…