A/N: This is the last chapter. It's also the longest, because I couldn't stop writing! Anyway, if you've come this far, please review. If reviews were drugs, I'd be a crack-whore:)
Possessed
They're standing in the kitchen, waiting until midnight. They don't have a choice, really. The judge said that the Tillman's wouldn't press charges, as long as nothing happened again between Annabelle and Simone until Annabelle turned 18. So they're waiting. It's 11:43 PM. 17 minutes until her birthday. They're standing at opposite ends of the room, and Simone can't but help think that Annabelle looks possessed. Her eyes are wide, pupils dilated, breathing quick and shallow. Simone is pretty sure she looks the same, but she doesn't really care. Her eyes keep focusing on Annabelle's lips. 11:51 PM. She has to tear her gaze away, because she knows if she thinks about the things that girl can do with her lips, there is no way they'll make it to midnight. The only reason they waiting is because Simone knows that if someone asked her, she wouldn't be able to lie (plus, Mother Emaculata would see right through her in a heartbeat). 11:59 PM. Annabelle pushes herself off the wall, stalking slowly toward Simone, that damn possessed look still in her eyes. Simone backs up a step, into the counter. Annabelle is closing in, and Simone only has one more opportunity to check the clock. 12:00 AM. "Oh thank god," she sighs, and in an instant they're all over each other – lips melding, tongues dueling, hands groping. Annabelle pushes her thigh between Simone's legs, and Simone just can't get enough. When Annabelle's mouth moves to her neck – licking, sucking, kissing, biting – Simone thinks that they're both possessed. Possessed with what – a need, a hunger, a want, a love – probably all of the above. But as long as it doesn't stop, she's more than happy being possessed.