"Aww, little Ryan can't take killing his lover girl," George said, before laughing. "I crack myself up."
"Leave George," Ryan growled, showing his sharp teeth.
"What happened to your cage? Did she cut it off you so she could kiss you," he smirked, and gave Ryan a daring look. Did he see…?
"So what if she did cut off my cage?" He hissed, trying to get in George's face, but failed since George was inches taller. I watched, waiting for them to attack each other.
"Aww, you did fall in love with her…how…stupid of you! Her uncle is the one who captured us again! Did you not realize that?" He growled, pushing Ryan back. Ryan looked stun by this piece of information. What's wrong with him? Didn't he know Drake was my uncle...The Withered Lover did...He has to of...right? He looked at me, hurt in his light blue eyes.
"Ryan..."
"You even let the enemy call you by your first name...pathetic!" George exclaimed. With that last remark, George disappeared.
"Ryan?" I called to him, coming closer to him. "Are you okay?" I reached my hand, about to touch his arm, when he exploded.
"Don't touch me," he seethed, turning towards me completely. I sensed the anger/hurt/hatred coming off him.
"Ryan...didn't you know Drake was my uncle? I thought all of you knew..." I whispered, looking down.
"Don't fucking lie to me! You knew I didn't know, you fucking bitch! You tricked me!" He screamed. I glared at him, fueled by his insult.
"I wasn't lying to you! I thought you fucking knew I was related to Drake! Why else would I be living in this fucking nut house! For kicks? I did nothing wrong!" I yelled, right in his face.
"So you're sooooo innocent aren't you! YEAH RIGHT! Like you didn't know there was fucking ghosts in the basement! I bet you even helped your uncle recapture us! How could I ever have thought you were different! You're just a good for nothing whore! I'm done with this and I'm done with you!" And with that, Ryan disappeared.
"URGGHHH!" I screamed, and stomped back to the dance room. I shoved my iPod into the iHome there and started playing, 'Bodies' by Drowning Pool. I danced out my rage...well some of it. Once the song ended, I still wanted to kill something. Fuck you Ryan. I don't need you! I rested my forehead against the cold glass, and took off my ghost glasses, staring at the woods around the house, panting slightly.
"Bravo, Autumn," a unfamiliar voice said, followed by a soft clapping. I bit my lip and looked to the door, where he stood. My uncle Drake. "You have grown haven't you?" I felt his eyes traveling all over my body, making me feel like I was wearing too little.
"What the hell are you doing here?...You're-"
"Dead? No my pet. I'm quite the opposite. I'm quite alive." He smirked, coming closer.
"But...you were dead! You were ice cold and had no pulse!"
"So the dummy did look like me," he laughed.
"No!" I yelled. "You're dead!"
"Now now, little one. I'm not dead. I'm perfectly alive. And I need your help."
"My help?...My help with what?"
"With my work! You have to know about it!"
"What do you mean help with your work?"
"You've taken Latin for 3 years have you not?"
"Yes I have."
"Then you can read the book! I need you to read the spells so the ghosts give their power to the machine!"
"So you can become the most powerful man alive? No fucking way, you freak! What you did to those ghosts was-"
"What I did was what I had to do! I need them-"
"I already know! I talked to the withered lover-"
"That woman could never keep her mouth shut. You must help me though!"
"Why must I help you," I growled, putting my hands on my hips.
"Or I will hurt you...and you r family...maybe even a certain ghost you kissed by the name of Ryan," he smiled. My eyes widened. He's been watching me the whole fucking time! That sick pervert!
"You can't-"I began to beg.
"Then help me," he smirked at me. I looked at the ground.
"Would ordering the ghosts to give their power to the machine...hurt them?" I whispered. He laughed, and put his hand on my shoulder and lifted my chin up with his other.
"Of course not, my dear. Now we have things to do...come alone," he said, before grabbing my pale, cold hand and dragging me away, as I placed my glasses back on. He pulled me toward the basement. On the way down the stairs, I noticed the shattered remains of the glass protection I had put in the door way to prevent anymore ghosts to come upstairs. Great...I need to think of a plan...a lot of plans. A plan to save my family from the ghosts and a plan to help the ghosts...even that mother fucker Ryan...I then realized that Drake had dragged me into the room with the machine. The machine was spinning rapidly, the gears almost flying around each other.
"Oh my god.." I whispered under my breath, staring at this machine.
"Beautiful isn't it? You should thank Cyrus for letting me being his assistant...rather than that shit faced psychic," Drake growled, while flipping through a massive book. Finally, he stopped and showed a page with Latin spells on it, I'm guessing. Does he expect me to read this? I can barely even slightly read this..."Read it!"
"I..can't," I said, looking at him as if he belongs in the nut house.
"You fucking bitch do as I say or I will hurt your precious Ryan!" He growled.He did not just fucking threaten me! I'm going to kick the shit out of him!
"Are you fucking threatening me?" I growled, before I punched him in the face. Of course, that made him angry and we ended up in a brawl. Before I knew it, he had me pinned against the wall, his hands wrapped around my throat, making it slightly difficult to breathe since I wasn't lifted up in the air.
"You fucking whore! I should of just killed you when I had the chance...even though now you have a beautiful body...I bet you're still a virgin." He growled, before forcing his lips onto mine. He licked my bottom lip then bit it hard, making me open my mouth in pain, so he could shove his tongue down my throat. Unfortunately he forgot to close the door while he was attacking me. All I heard was insane laughter before my uncle was pulled off me. I fell to the floor, holding my probably bruised throat, and coughing violently. Ryan attacked my uncle with such rage as I watched, still on the floor, panting slightly. Wow...he is hot when he's angry...OH GOTH! I SAID IT AGAIN!..screw it! It's how I feel leave it be! Not like he can read my thoughts or something!
The fight went on and on, as I watched, wondering who will win. Definitely Ryan. He can't die...unlike my disgusting uncle. Finally after a good 10 minutes of their bloody fight, my uncle laid unconscious. I looked at Ryan to see him about to slit my uncle's throat. "Ryan...Don't...He's already knocked out...He's not worth killing. He will be suffering enough when he wakes up." I whispered, placing my hand on his shoulder. He pushed my hand off him.
"Don't touch me," he growled. Of course, this pissed me off! So he's still fucking pissed at me? What the fuck? And then he saves me- "I should of fucking known you would be a sick enough whore to have sex with your own fucking uncle!"
"You've got to be kidding me! You think I wanted to choke on my uncle's tongue that tasted like shit by the way!"
"You sure look like you wanted it! You were pressing your body on his weren't you!"
"He had me fucking pinned to the wall!"
"Yeah right! Am I suppose to believe that horse shit?"
"If you really think I liked that disgusting pervert...why did you stop it?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips, and getting in his personal space. He glared at me, and crossed his arms over his chest. "No answer? Surprise surprise," I exclaimed, beginning to turn away. Before I could turn away completely, Ryan grabbed my chin and brought his lips against mine, kissing me softly. My eyes slowly closed and I wrapped my arms around him, beginning to move my lips along with his.