Raine
Chapter 3
"Ocatavia?" Raine bit her lip waiting for her best friend to snap.
"Hey Raine." Octavia, like Raine, was part Dark Veela.
"How you holding up?" Octavia's big brown eyes filled with tears.
"Bad." It was said so softly that Raine barely heard it. She's there in an instant, her long arms wrapped around the sobbing form of Octavia Davenport.
She had finally done it. Octavia had been bottling away all of her emotions for weeks. She had been grieving ever since Snuffles had passed. Raine was there for her, it was hard but she tried and eventually Octavia let it all out. She closed the door to Octavia's green room. She walked down the small modest hallway and into the kitchen. She grabbed an ornate mug out of the cupboard and turned on the coffee machine. She started humming an old lullaby that she remembered distantly from her childhood with the Dark Veela's. She opened her mouth and began to sing.
"Hush little baby don't say a word, Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird." Her voice shook as she remembered her mother.
"Raine?" she snapped out of her stupor and dropped her mug. She bent down quickly to pick up the broken, ceramic shards. She cut her hand on the edge of a particularly sharp shard. She watched as the blood slowly seeped out.
"Raine. I'll clean up." She felt herself pulled into a standing position, she watched as someone washed the blood away. The crimson liquid mixed with the water, the colour thinning. A bandage was wrapped around her hand. She didn't pull away, instead she spun around and grabbed the person's shirt, she started sobbing uncontrolably.
"Oh God, I nearly... It was so familiar... It felt so good."
"Oh Raine." Raine looked up and bristled at the familiar features she found.
"Let me go."
"Raine..." She leant forward and bit his shoulder. Hard. She pushed the person away and grabbed the closest sharp thing she could find. He watched her apprenhensively as she brandished the cleaver at him. Dark Veela's were deadly when they were angry.