I sat up, stunned. Where was I? Who was I? And then the events of the past
day came flooding back to me. I was in the attic. And the woman who killed
me was standing before me, shrieking.
Scarlett had killed a lot, yet none of her victims had never come back from the dead. She knew Marisa, who was called Phoebe in this life, had died, she had felt her spirit slipping away, till she was gone. This was-even for the ghost of a warlock, sharing a body-impossible.
"Get the hell out of my sight," I snarled to Scarlett.
"I killed you before, I could just as easily do it again," Scarlett responded, advancing me. At least she stopped shrieking. Suddenly she stopped, uncertainly. As if there was some huge inner struggle and one part wanted her dead, and the other did not.
"Do not ruin my plan!" Scarlett yelled in frustration suddenly. And then replied, to herself, "Why not? She's my sister. Did any of your victims ever tell you what a pain in the ass it is to share a body with you?"
"Sorry princess, but mine has already rotted away. And you look so much like me!" Scarlett replied to her own comments again. I didn't hesitate. This was a life or death situation, and whether my sister was in there or not anymore, I needed to get out of here. Okay, premonition and levitation is useless, especially when Scarlett was holding the Book of Shadows. I rose, facing her, then kicked outwardly. The book went flying, but she fell backwards into the stand for the book. I caught the book.
"That's mine!" Scarlett snarled after me, having problems getting up because Paige was somehow holding her back and making her confused. I didn't hesitate getting out of the room, and slamming the door shut, which really wouldn't be an obstacle for Scarlett.
Scarlett had killed a lot, yet none of her victims had never come back from the dead. She knew Marisa, who was called Phoebe in this life, had died, she had felt her spirit slipping away, till she was gone. This was-even for the ghost of a warlock, sharing a body-impossible.
"Get the hell out of my sight," I snarled to Scarlett.
"I killed you before, I could just as easily do it again," Scarlett responded, advancing me. At least she stopped shrieking. Suddenly she stopped, uncertainly. As if there was some huge inner struggle and one part wanted her dead, and the other did not.
"Do not ruin my plan!" Scarlett yelled in frustration suddenly. And then replied, to herself, "Why not? She's my sister. Did any of your victims ever tell you what a pain in the ass it is to share a body with you?"
"Sorry princess, but mine has already rotted away. And you look so much like me!" Scarlett replied to her own comments again. I didn't hesitate. This was a life or death situation, and whether my sister was in there or not anymore, I needed to get out of here. Okay, premonition and levitation is useless, especially when Scarlett was holding the Book of Shadows. I rose, facing her, then kicked outwardly. The book went flying, but she fell backwards into the stand for the book. I caught the book.
"That's mine!" Scarlett snarled after me, having problems getting up because Paige was somehow holding her back and making her confused. I didn't hesitate getting out of the room, and slamming the door shut, which really wouldn't be an obstacle for Scarlett.
