Scott

I wrapped the bracelet around my fingers over, and over. She was gone. Just like that. I glanced over at the window, and felt a knot form in my stomach. My eyes began to water. Why would she do this to me? It didn't make any sense. I thought things were alright between us.

Did this have something to do with her secret?

I thought about all the long talks we had over the years; all the time we spent together. Not once did I ever stop to think that there was more to Cassie than I knew.

I sprawled out across my bed, and continued to play with the bracelet. I wasn't sure whether I should be angry, or depressed. It wasn't like she lied to me.

"You don't question everything she said to you?"

I immediately sat upright. "Who's there?"

No reply. I waited a few more seconds before assuming I was hearing things. I laughed at how paranoid I had become.

"She lied to you."

This time I was sure I had heard something. I looked back over to the window. Nothing. I knew that I was alone in my room, but I couldn't shake the feeling that there was someone- something else in the room.

Just when I had assured myself that I was fine, a figure appeared in my doorway. A young girl, it seemed. Her straight black hair fell down her back, but she didn't have a face. It was completely blank.

"Hello, Scott." I could hear the smile in her voice, but there was no expression on her face. Or lack thereof.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Never mind that. She lied to you, Scott. She lied to everyone. Cassie is the bad one, and you know it, don't you?" There was something familiar about that frightening ring to her voice, but I couldn't place my finger on it.

"Cassie would never lie to me." I spat the words with as much venom as I could muster. There was a little doubt in my voice, and I was almost certain she could detect it.

She began to walk closer to me, only she wasn't walking. More like gliding through the air. The closer she got, the more her facial features became visible. By the time she was directly in front of me, I knew exactly who it was.

I gasped. "Brianna."

"You're not as dumb as I thought you were. You know she lied to you, you're just not willing to admit it." Her sickeningly sweet smile made me want to vomit. "You must know the truth, Scott!" She shouted the words, as my room faded into darkness. I tried to scream, but no sound came.

It wasn't long before everything was illuminated, and a vision came to me. There was Cassie, sitting next to my bed. But, this didn't look like my Cassie. This girl was evil. You could see it in her terrible grin.

A small glint caught my eye, and I noticed that she was wielding a dagger. She was planning to kill me! But... Cassie... My Cassie... She wouldn't do that!

I shook my head hard, trying to clear the image, but I couldn't. I sat there, and was forced to watch as she lifted her weapon directly over my heart. I felt sick. Part of me wanted to look away, and another part was determined to prove this wasn't real. But, I knew it was. I could feel it.

"Cassie! Cassie, stop!" The voice came from the doorway. There stood Brianna, breathing as hard as a cross-country runner. "You can't kill him, Cassie! Think rationally, please!"

"What do you care, Brianna? He isn't even worth it." Her gaze refocused on me, and she went to plunge the dagger into my heart. Before she could make contact, Brianna grabbed her wrist. They both struggled, trying to be free of the other, but it was no use.

Cassie threw Brianna to the ground, and stood over her with a nauseating smirk. I wanted so badly to knock Cassie aside, and save Brianna, but I couldn't. Cassie struck, but Brianna dodged, grabbing the knife, and turning it on her sister.

"Why are you trying to save him?" Cassie shouted.

"Because, I love him!"

Cassie stood there, defeated. With a quick motion, she yanked the bracelet off her wrist and tossed it at Brianna. "Fine. He's your problem now." With that, she took off.

Coming out of the vision, I felt as though I had been hit by a truck. The truth of reality was too much, and I forced myself to lay back. A small hand rested on my knee, and I was reminded that Brianna was still in the room with me. I wasn't sure if I should believe what I had just seen. Why would Cassie do this?

"Because, you got in the way of her and Creighton."

"Don't read my thoughts, Brianna. It's invasive." I couldn't help but smile.

I sat up, and looked at her. Really looked at her. She looked so small, and fragile. But, I knew better. I had seen what she could do. Deep down, I knew there was something off here. I thought back to that day. The day she attacked Cassandra and me. The day I learned what they really are.

"Wait... if you're in love with me, why did you attack me?"

I could have sworn a look of terror flashed through her face, but it was gone too quickly for me to be certain. "Scott... I was trying to protect you from her." She attempted to hold back tears, but couldn't quite accomplish it. "I never meant to hurt you." Brianna began to sob into her hands as she repeated that she was sorry over, and over again.

Confused, I gently touched her shoulder, and gave her a sympathetic smile before letting her know it was alright. She looked up at me, and then down to my broken arm. She rested her hand on my cast, and it instantly split in two. I gawked at my bare arm, as I watched the bones shift and reset themselves. Brianna removed her hand, and placed it back in her lap.

I slowly picked my once broken arm up, and looked it over. It didn't even hurt. I flexed my fingers, and rotated my wrist. Nothing; not even a pinch. I looked back at Brianna, who has a shy smile in place of her cold one.

We sat there for hours as she told me all about who Cassie really was, and how she had been trying to stop her for years, but just couldn't. She spoke of Creighton, and how he had tried to help her, as well, but fell under Cassie's spell. She also talked about how she was scared she would never be able to help her sister.

I sat there and thought on my own, as she droned on. How could I have not known this? Cassie was my BEST friend, and I never noticed anything off. Looking back on memories, I was able to pick out all the times that should have given it away, but I was so naïve.

Brianna explained to me that she needed my help in stopping Cassandra. I would have to draw her out, and hopefully, we could put an end to her tirade. I wasn't too happy with the idea, but I felt obliged to help her. She did, however, save my life. Twice.

I wasn't sure what had happened, but a sudden calmness washed over me. For some reason, I felt at peace looking into her terrifyingly beautiful green eyes. I wasn't shocked when I held her hand in mine as she spoke. I wasn't shocked when she kissed me. I wasn't even shocked when I kissed her back.

As our lips parted, one thing was certain: I was going to stop Cassandra, and make Brianna happy.