"I-I thought you were dead!" He stammered, thrusting his knife out of his pocket. I cocked one eyebrow. "How?"

I smirked, looking him dead in the eye. "Did I get my throat slit...or was I thrown down a well?" Aric grimaced shaking his head. "We'll go with the first one then."

I rolled my eyes. "You knocked me out, Aric. Tip, just to be sure stab me a few times." Aric grumbled, turning around.

"I'll keep that in mind."

I cleared my throat. "Where are you going?" He turned around, confused. "Away from you, that's where I'm going."

I smirked, staring wildly at him. Its as if he just forgot everything that happened the last time we met. "But we were just about to have fun..."

He cocked an eyebrow, walking towards me. "What do you mean about that?" I sighed elegantly, licking my lips. "Oh, I don't know." I walked forward, grabbing his hand.

I pulled him towards me, staring at him deep in the eye. "Yeah... Sophie-" I scoffed. "Come on. Doesn't this excite you?"

He blushed slightly, trying to hide it. He stared into my eyes, sighing. "Alright, eager beaver." He moved in, closing his eyes.

I smirked, shaking my head. Just before he could press his lips onto mine he opened his eyes, flinching and stumbling back.

"What is wrong with you?" He yelled, pulling out his knife. I smirked, my eyes flickering from green to black. "Nothing, nothing at all."

I hovered off the ground, my nails shooting out and my teeth growing sharper. "You better pray, Aric because tonight might be your last."

My finger gleamed pink as I conjured up a big spell. I flung it at him, causing him to fly the other way and miss it completely.

I grunted, creating another. "You may have knocked me out once, but that's not gonna happen again..." I flung another one at him, but he dodged it once again.

He struck his knife from his pocket and charged towards me. He pushed his feet off the ground aiming for me.

He grabbed me by the hand, pushing me down with him. I collided with the ground. "This is fun, isn't it." I smirked, brushing his cheek with my black polished nails.

"It won't be fun, when I finally kill you." He raised his knife, ready to strike me in the gut. I heaved before grabbing the knife and flinging it behind a bush.

"But what if I kill you first?" My demon like voice echoed through his head. I dug my nails into his cheek, giving him four scars on his cheek.

He grimaced, leaving me on the ground and fled. I got up, unsure of where he went. "Oh, Aric? Come out, come out, wherever you are..."

I stood in front of the bush, looking for him, but I couldn't see him. I conjured up a big spell, the colour pink. Turning around, I searched for him, uncertain of where he was.

Irritated, I swivelled back around and gaped as a knife made its way through my side. I peered at Aric who was now ready to plunge it into my skin for the second time.

I knocked it out off his hands, fleeing from his grip and out of the woods. I flew into my tower, collapsing onto the ground.

I felt firm hands wrap around my waist and grinned. "Always out late." He sighed. "The life of a rebel." I answered back, grabbing his arms.

He chuckled, his eyes trailing down my body. "What happened?" He rubbed my wound, staring at the blood which was pouring out of my skin.

"Got in a fight." I smirked, sleep taking over. He shook me as I yawned. "I'm guessing you didn't win." I nodded. "You could say that."

"Well stay awake, I'm going to go get a spell." He released his grip on me. "Get Agatha for me, if I die." The School Master smirked, remembering what happened a while back.

I sighed, my breathing becoming heavier. "HURRY UP!" I yelled, weazing. I flipped over, crawling towards the door. I sighed, feeling my wound. It was wet and soggy. Confused, I lifted my hand, startled to see what looked like ink, dripping down my fingers.

The demons. They're taking control. This wasn't the only time this has happened. Every time I'm about to die, this happens. They stick what looks like black ink over my body and that could transform me demon that they are.

"HURRY UP!" I cried, trying to peel off the black. He shot out of the door, his book in his hands. "Alright." He mumbled some things, his hands trailing along my body.

I yrlped, feeling the demons attack me in the inside. I growled, my fingers digging into his arm. I felt a wash drown me as I shrunk back into my normal form.

I opened my eyes, revealing my green eyes. "There we go..." He grinned, picking me back up and throwing the book back the other way.

He pushed me to the bed, but I shook my head. "I think I'm going to see Agatha." He nodded, throwing the blankets over himself.

I unlocked the door, slowly closing it behind me. I walked down the stairs, making my way to her room. I hadn't seen her since breakfast this morning and that didn't really go too well.

I pushed the door open, clamming it shut. I walked towards her, staring at her. Even when she was asleep she was beautiful. This angered me. She hadn't changed one bit, how come everyone looked at her differently than I did before we even came here.

A while back, I don't even know what happened to her there, but the next thing you know she's smiling and all good.

I sat in the bed, listening to her breath softly. I cocked an eyebrow as she picked her hand up and itched the scratch that I gave her earlier. She frowned at first, groaning, but then her facial expression went back to normal, as if she forgot scratching herself.

I hovered over her, not wanting to wake her up. Her eyes shot open, making me gasp. She screamed, grabbing her pillow and whacking me off the bed.

I cocked an eyebrow, getting back up, watching her face change once again. "What was that?" Agatha blushed, her eyes filled wit fear. "I'm sorry, I thought you were-"

I sighed heavily, shaking my head. "Whatever..." I stared at her and she stared back at me. "What's happening?" He asked, expecting me to answer.

"Nothing, just came to see you." She forrowed her eyebrows, probably finding that weird. "Uh, you're side is bleeding."

I trailed my eyes down to the floor which was now spoilt because of my blood. I rolled my eyes, stepping into the puddle.

She stared at me, uncertain of what to say. I rolled my eyes. "Why don't we have some fun tonight, Aggie." I grabbed her hand, pulling her closer to me.

"Um, I'm actually tired-" I interrupted her. "Great." I wrapped my arms around her waist and shot out of the window. She struggled loose, uncertain of where this was going.

I still held onto her, flying above the schools. We reached the ground lightly. "Can we please just go-" I jerked her towards me, walkig through the forest.

"We used to do this." I spoke up. Agatha listened, probably not remembering the memory of that what so ever.

"In the night, through the woods." I knelt on a green tree which immediately turned black. I smirked, looking at her stunned face.

"We'd always just talk about things..." Agatha lifted her head. "About what, exactly?" She questioned. I shook my head. "A whole lot of things. Family problems, village gossip... Now I think back, I'm probably the only one who really spoke."

"You would just follow me, nodding your head and adding little bits," I pushed her gently. "You sheep." She cut eye contact from me, staring at the ground.

"Oh, I was just kidding, Aggie. Lighten up." I rolled my eyes, listening to her sigh. She looked at me, eyes red. "I want to sleep, Sophie."

I smirked, not listening to her. "My way. Always my way." She trailed her eyes away, annoyed. "I thought you liked nature." I growled.

She groaned. "In the day, not when the world should be sleeping..." I stared at her, shaking my head. "I just wanted to have some fun...like the old times."

I walked the other direction, pushing myself off the ground. "You can make your own way to the castle." She sighed, kneeling down on a tree as I flew away.

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