Locked With the Damned

Chapter Fourteen: Nothing Is the Same

I had everything I needed for the spell except for that blonde bastards hair. That was going to be a tough one to get. I had gone over so many different plans in my head, but in the end I had nothing. Until I thought of the obvious answer: I would go over there and take some hair. Easy. Well, not really easy. I still didn't know how I was going to be able to get a lock of his hair once I was over there. Then I thought of something else, and it made my skin crawl. But this was for my sister; it had to be done. At this point, I was all out of other options.

So I put on the most revealing shirt I had and slipped on the shortest shorts I could find and headed down the stairs. I didn't see Tate as I walked out the front door, but I did run into my mother. She took one look at what I was wearing and adverted her eyes from me. She probably thought that I was dressed like a whore, but then again that was the whole point.

"Where are you going…dressed like that?" She asked, walking around me and opening back up the front door.

"I'm going to Constance's house." I backed up off the porch with my hands behind my back.

"Have you seen your sister?" The woman asked. My heart ached but I played it cool.

"That's what I'm going over there for; to see if Autumn's there."

"Alright, just…don't stay over there long." My mother said and then slammed the front door shut. She was acting so mellow…I wondered if she was high because she never acted like that. I looked back up at my house and saw Tate standing in my bedroom against the window. I waved up at him but he just disappeared. I frowned and signed and hurried off to get that fucked up boy's hair.

I was just hoping that Tate wouldn't hate me for doing this…

I ran up on the porch and before knocking I tried to pull down my shorts and pull up my shirt, but of course that wouldn't do anything because they barely covered me up. Ugh. I felt like a damn street walker. As I knocked on the door I wondered why the hell I had these clothes in the first place. This was the first day that I had ever worn them; I didn't even know they were in my closet.

After my fourth knock Michael answered the door with just his pants on. Perfect. God, this was going to be so horrible. I must say though, he had a nice bo—nope! Not thinking about that. No way. Nope. Nu-huh. All thoughts of that ran out of my mind when I remembered the scene of him killing my sister. Then I wanted to wring his neck. But I stuck to the plan.

"There a reason why you're here, Wynter?" Michael asked, leaning up against the doorframe and looking up and down at my body, his eyes lingering on my breasts. I thought I was about to puke.

"Um, yeah, is my sister here?" I asked, pushing past him and walking into the house.

"No one's here except me." He said, shutting the front door. I jumped and turned around to come face to face with his toned chest. I squeaked and jumped back with wide eyes. He backed me up against the wall and stared down my shirt. I wanted to knee him in the crotch. "Anything else I can help you with?" He whispered in my ear. Guess he was trying to be seductive. I thought it was just creepy. I looked up at him. It was now or never. I didn't prefer either, but I didn't have a choice. I leaned up on my toes and grabbed the back of his head, crashing his lips down on mine.

Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew. I thought as his tongue slithered down my throat and his hands found their way to my butt. I tried to imagine that it was Tate kissing me and fondling me, but that just made it worse.

Before anything else could happen, and before I puked everywhere, I yanked out a chunk of his hair and he pulled away from me, rubbing the back of his head. I put my hand behind my back and hoped that he wasn't going to hit me. Instead of being angry, he smiled. Which I found to be extremely creepy.

"You like to play rough? I can play rough, too." He said, moving back to stand in front of me. I ducked under his arms and scurried to the door.

"Maybe next time!" I shouted and ran back to my house before he had the chance to catch me. I ran into the house, locking the front door back. I looked out the window but didn't see him follow after me. Good. I turned and came face to face with young Moira, who scared the shit out of me. "Goddamn…" I whispered and started up the stairs.

"What's wrong, Wynter?" She asked, watching me as I walked backwards on the stairs.

"Nothing. I'm fine. Why do you ask? Tell my mom that Autumn wasn't at Constance's house. 'Kay, thanks, see you later." I waved to her and then bolted up the rest of the stairs and ran into my room, not bothering to look at Autumn's door because I knew that I would just break down crying.

I ran into my room and was surprised to see that I was alone. I locked my bedroom door, not that it would keep them out, but it would keep my mother out. Not that she would come to my room anyway. I stood still for a minute, letting my heartbeat slow down before I got everything ready.

Once it was down to it's normal pace I walked over to my piano and sat down on the bench. Last night I had already set out the things that I would need; I actually had everything this time, so I didn't have to go back and see Blake and have him ask me more annoying questions or have him warn me that I was endangering my life yada yada yada.

The candles and rose petals were already set out and ready to be lit and the spell to be cast. I got back up and turned off my bedroom light and unplugged anything electronic. It was best to cast spells at night, but I couldn't wait for this one. I sat back down and lit the two candles. The heat from the flames radiated against my face, making me feel like I was melting.

I grabbed the spell book I had laid next to the candles and turned to the page with the Suicide Spell on it. I gulped, took a few deep breaths, and then spoke in what I hoped was a clear and strong voice.

"Michael Langdon, I wish you dead
With these sacraments I make it so
With a knife to your heart"

I felt a deep pain spread in my chest. It was getting harder for me to breathe but I kept going.

"You will reap what you sow
Your breathing is staggered
Your life is draining
Now you are dead
And I am laughing"

Once I was done reciting the spell I quickly separated the hair that I had gotten a few minutes ago and put half in the red candle and half in the black candle. The hair sizzled until it was completely gone and then the flames turned black (for the red candle) and red (for the black candle) and intertwined with each other. Pain exploded in my chest and I staggered to breathe. The flames circled around me and then disappeared and I fell from the bench. My breathing slowed until it stopped and I was dead.

I wasn't in the light this time; this place was dark, lit only by a single candle. Standing in front of me was the boy I had just killed. His arms were crossed over his chest and he was wearing a black cloak. When he saw me his eyes grew wide and he scowled.

"You killed me, you bitch." He spat.

"You killed my sister, you dick." I spat back with more anger.

He laughed and smirked. "Well, I must hand it to you; you had a lot more balls than I thought you did. Good for you, getting rid of the evil." He walked closer to me and then a man appeared in front of us on a gondola. He was a horrible disfigured man; he looked like those inbred monster-creature-people-things from The Hills Have Eyes. "Looks like my ride's here." Michael said, pushing past me and walking up to the man.

"Where are you going?" I asked, trying to not make eye contact with the monster thing.

"Hell, where else?" He shrugged.

"Where you belong." I said nodding my head. Michael held his chest and put on a fake hurt face.

"Ouch, that hurt."

"I hope you hurt a lot more when you get there." I said nonchalantly.

"You're even more heartless than I thought you were. I wonder what my father sees in you…"

I slanted my eyes at him and crossed my arms over my chest. "Goodbye, Michael. May you rot in hell forever." I said with a smile.

He smiled back at me and then the gondola man started to sail them away in the darkness. "This isn't goodbye, Wynter, this is just see you later." I wondered what he meant by that, but I didn't have time to ask him because I opened my eyes to see Tate and Hayden hovering over me. One of them looked scared and the other looked emotionless. I wished that Tate was the one who looked scared…

"What happened to you?" Hayden asked, holding her hand down to me. When Tate didn't offer me his hand I took hers and she slowly helped me up. Tate stood up and walked to the corner of my room, as far away from me as he could and not looking at me. Shit.

"I—um…I killed Michael…" I trailed off.

Hayden's eyes grew wide. "Did you really?" I nodded. "How'd you do it?" She asked eagerly. I walked back over to my piano and handed her the spell book that was still open to the Suicide Spell. She skimmed over it and then looked back up at me with wide eyes. "And this really worked?" I nodded. "How do you know?"

I grabbed the book back from her and shut it, throwing it on my bed and holding myself. "Because…I was there. I saw him. He's dead…he went to hell…" I mumbled. I looked over at Tate. He still wasn't looking at me. Hayden gave me a look of approval and then got the picture.

"Okay…well I'm going to go now." She said and then gave me another 'I'm-proud-of-you' look, which made me even sicker to my stomach, and then disappeared. Even after she was gone Tate stayed as far away from me as possible.

When the silence had started eating me alive, I asked, "Are you mad at me?"

"He killed your sister." He said, moving away from the wall and stepping a little closer to me.

"But he was your son." I said in a small voice.

"I'm not much of a father; in fact, I try to not think about it at all. You did what you had to do. Don't worry about whether I care or not." He sighed, walking over to my piano and examining the candle and rose petals.

"But I do worry if you care." I lightly touched his arm and he jerked away from me like I was a disease or something. My stomach fell. I kept my tears locked inside my eyes.

"I don't, so change the subject." He said sternly.

I glared at him and walked behind my piano to look him in the face. "I will not change the subject! You do care and now you're pissed off at me." He was silent, not looking up at me. "If you cared so much then why didn't you say anything?" I asked, my voice cracking from the tears that I wouldn't let fall.

He laughed and shrugged his shoulders. "Like it would have mattered."

"It would have mattered!" My voice began to rise but he still didn't look at me. "To me," I held my chest, tears finally falling from my eyes. "To me it would have mattered!"

He looked up at me, looking angry rather than sad. "So you wouldn't have done it if I told you not to?" He asked.

"No—maybe—I don't know!" I answered honestly and looked away from his hateful gaze.

"It wouldn't have made a difference." He scoffed and then turned away from me.

"You didn't try to make it a difference." I whispered.

He turned back to me, more anger flared in his face. He grabbed the two candles and threw them against the wall behind me and shouted, "Well it doesn't matter now!"

"He killed my sister, Tate!" I shouted back, bawling my hands into tight fists.

"And that makes it okay for you to kill him?" He asked.

I was silent for a few seconds, trying to get the buzz out of my brain. I didn't cry anymore. Now I was just confused. "D-do you hate me now?" I finally asked, my voice just barely above a whisper. My face was wet and cold from crying and I could tell that my eyes were puffy.

Tate looked away from me and was silent for a few more seconds. "I honestly don't know." He answered and then disappeared. I held my head down and bit my lip. I wrapped my arms around my body and just cried. I didn't cry because of what I'd done, I cried because Tate was mad at me about it. And I knew even if he had told me not to…I would have done it anyway.

A life for a life, right?

-X-

I awoke early the next morning with a feeling that something was wrong. I quickly got dressed in some jeans and a long sleeved shirt, threw on my Vans and ran down stairs. From the living room I could hear someone crying. When I walked into the room I saw Constance sitting on the couch with my mother. They were both crying their eyes out.

"What's going on…?" I asked, sitting down in the chair in front of them.

My mom patted Constance's hand and then said, "When Constance got home last night…she saw that… Wynter, Michael killed himself last night."

I pretended to act shocked and hurt and sad. "What? Are you sure it was a suicide?"

Constance nodded. "The police came last night…they called me this morning and confirmed that his finger prints were the only ones on the knife."

"Knife?" I questioned.

The woman continued to look at me, as if she was searching for some reason to blame me. "He stabbed himself in the chest…" She trailed off.

"And now Autumn is missing." My mother added. I pretended to act shocked again, even though this time I wanted to run back up to my room and cry.

"Okay," I finally said, standing up. "Mom, let's not jump to conclusions; I'll go into town and look for her. There has to be a logical explanation for this." I didn't wait for my mom to say anything as I walked out the front door. Even though I was out of the house I could feel Constance's eyes on me. With a shutter I grabbed my bike and began pedaling into town. I wasn't going to go look for Autumn, obviously, I was going to go back to the magic shop to get more supplies for the final circles that I would be casting in a few days.

I parked my bike in the usual spot and walked into the dark store. Blake was behind the counter, as perusal. When he heard the door open his head perked up and when he saw me his eyes grew wide. "What, tired of me already?" I asked and gathered all the things that I needed. When I went over to the counter he backed up from me a little. I furrowed my eyebrows. "I don't bite, Blake."

"It's…it's not that—it's just that—"

"Spit it out." I demanded, putting my hands on my hips.

"You preformed the Suicide Spell, didn't you?" He asked, his eyes still wide.

I could feel my mouth hang open. "How the hell…"

"Because, your aura…is black and red…and that only happens when you do the Suicide Spell." He said, moving back to where he was standing before.

I raised my eyebrows. "And why is that?"

"Because you've killed someone and therefore you have died."

I shook my head and pushed all the stuff I set on the counter closer to him, showing him that I was ready to leave. "That made no since at all, you weirdo."

"Who did you kill?" He asked, avoiding what I had just said.

"He killed my sister." I blurted.

He looked up at me, his eyes sad. "I didn't ask why you did it; I asked who you did it on."

I gave him a hard look for a few minutes and then sighed and said, "This kid named Michael."

"Michael Langdon?" He asked with wide eyes.

"Yeah, you know him?" Now it was my turn to be surprised.

He nodded. "Knew him. Didn't like him." He shrugged and then put all my things in a bag and slid it over to me.

"I suppose you know his mother, too." I grabbed the bag and wished that this conversation would be over.

"And Tate." He added.

My heart stopped. "How do you know Tate?"

"I've been to that house, Wynter. I know them all." He said slowly.

I put two and two together. "Is that what you tried to do? Back when we first met and you said you preformed the unbinding spell, did you do it to someone in that house?"

"Tried."

"What happened?"

"Nothing."

"You said something horrible happened." I gave him a 'Don't-you-dare-lie-to-me' look. When he didn't say anything I began tapping my foot on the ground. He knew I wasn't leaving until he told me.

Finally he growled, "I didn't do it right."

"What do you mean?"

He rubbed his temple and explained, "I was a stupid kid. It was a long time ago; I didn't take it seriously, and it backfired. One of my friends died, and that's how I got the Sight."

"Is that what this thing is called, Sight?" I questioned.

Blake nodded as I handed him some money, probably more than I owed him. "That's why I told you to be careful."

"What happened after that?"

"Nothing."

"You're telling me less than you know."

"Some things, Wynter, you just aren't meant to know." He said with a slight smile. I nodded sarcastically and then made my way to the door. I was halfway out when he said, "…Sorry about your sister."

I turned to give him a sad look and then said, "Yeah, so am I." I walked out of the store and got back on my bike. I road back home crying. When I reached my house I dried up my tears and walked through the door. Constance and my mother were gone. Constance really didn't care about her son, I could see it. And my mother didn't really care about Autumn, I knew that. She didn't care about any of us. All they cared about was themselves. But they put up a good show.

That night I got called downstairs for the first time by my mother. I was hoping she had something important to tell me, maybe even apologize to me, or to tell me that she worked everything out with my dad, but I was far off. Two police officers were waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs.

"Hello Wynter, my name is Officer Reynolds, this is my partner Officer Mitch, we have a few questions for you about the disappearance of your sister, Autumn." The large officer said. I mentally kicked myself in the ass to not start crying. Don't show them that you know something. I thought.

"Of course." I nodded.

The younger, skinnier officer, Officer Mitch cleared his throat and pulled out a note pad and a pen. "Did your sister tell you where she was going Thanksgiving Day?"

I shook my head. "Nope. She's usually hanging out with that Langdon boy."

"We got news that he is deceased." Officer Mitch said, looking up at me.

I nodded. "Yeah, I heard he killed himself." I tried to have sympathy in my voice, but with no prevail.

"Has Autumn tried to contact you all?"

"No."

"Would you be willing to give us your phone?"

I raised my eyebrows at him and his partner gave him the stank eye. "Yeah sure, if you come back with a search warrant." He younger officer's face turned red.

"We will not be needing your phone, Miss Summers." The older officer intervened. "Do you know any of her other friends she hung out with?"

I shook my head. "No…Autumn and I really weren't on speaking terms."

"And why is that?" Officer Mitch asked.

"Because we had different interests. We didn't really get along because of it. She did her own thing and I did mine. But…I really hope that you find her." I began to get all choked up, and it wasn't for show. Officer Reynolds handed me a tissue and then turned to his partner and my mother.

"I think we're done here, ma'am. We'll put out an Amber Alert and notify the county. We'll find your daughter." My mom nodded and then the old officer turned to me and handed me a card. "If you can think of anything else, please, don't hesitate to call." I nodded and watched as they left. My mother went into the living room with tears falling from her eyes.

Maybe she really did care about Autumn, but I knew if I was the one missing, she wouldn't even lift a finger to find me.

I also knew another thing for certain; the police were not going to find Autumn, at least not alive. I didn't know how Tate got rid of her body, and at this moment, I honestly didn't care.

A/N: LONGEST CHAPTER I HAVE EVER WRITTEN. OMG. MY FINGERS HURT. lol not really. But this really is the longest chapter I've written for this story. Haha. I hope you guys enjoyed it. :) I'll update in a few days. Oh, and I'm sorry if there are any mistakes. I got rid of most of them, but I might have missed some because I'm so tired. Haha

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