18: Help Yourself

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My eyes opened slowly as I regained consciousness I groaned in pain still feeling the now healing bruise on my stomach "morning sunshine" Scarlet said as I groaned groggily "shit this wasn't some nightmare" I mumbled and she shook her head "nope sorry" she fake pouted "right well you mind telling me how you plan to keep this all a secret?"

I ask and she raises a brow "what do you mean?" She asks my question obviously winning her attention "well from what I've learned out of this... experience.... you don't want me dead and it's probably because with me dead their wont be another Fatum Eros or whatever it's called, so clearly killing me for my crimes against the coven is a huge no at the moment

But it's not like the others won't grow suspicious of my and my parents random disappearance, that's assuming they don't know about their death, I mean what were you thinking when you kidnapped me?" I finish and her mouth opens slightly and I can't tell if it's in surprise or anger it looks like both "ugh you're starting to sound like Bill" she grumbles and now I raise a brow

"So you've already had this conversation with Bill and yet there is still no definite plan?" I ask and she sighs heavily letting me know I was right "wow... you know for a major cold hearted bitch you're a really bad kidnapper" I say chuckling slightly as she gives me her famous death glare and I just bust out laughing even more

"What's so funny?" She asks practically growling "nothing, nothing, just that before college I was so scared of you and that look but now you just look stupid" I say catching my breath and she just looks even more mad "God Delilah what's wrong with you?" She asks obviously sickened by my behavior "well I've recently been told I'm a psychopath... but I personally think it's because I'm being held captive in my own basement!"

I scream at her and she backs away slightly "right well I'm gonna go get Bill" she says getting up and going up the stairs "what? Can't do anything on your own?" I ask rhetorically and all I get in response is and incoherent grumble and a slam of a door "someone's grouchy" I think aloud before chuckling at my own annoying actions

Wait don't I have a pocket knife?

Yea I do!

Quickly I grab it and switch it open starting to rub it against the ropes hopefully with the sharp side because I can't tell the difference right now then I hear a snap and feel a rush of magic return to me I take a deep breath "ahh I missed that feeling" I mumble getting up

I look at my hands seeing the marks against them from the rope "ouch" I whisper rubbing the red and now slightly itchy trails "they're gonna have to pay extra for that" I growl before walking towards the door "invisique" I mumble activating a cloaking spell Luke taught me.. I miss Luke, Liv is a mess with out him. Anyway back to killing my cousin and uncle

I opened the door walking out into the kitchen seeing them standing there and discussing something I honestly couldn't care less about. I looked at the pocket knife still in my hand "maybe I could lodge it in one of your throats then burn the other one alive..." yea that seems like a great plan alright well here goes nothing I guess I hope I don't miss because that'll just be embarrassing

I looked at Bills throat and aimed I threw it with as much force as possible and suddenly Bill was choking on his own blood I re-appeared and busted out laughing as Scarlet looked at me in horror but before she could even think to move I pause my laughter "Phasmatos incendia" I say smirking at her as she bursts into flames

"Who knew having your own magic could be this awesome?" I asked no one in particular sense the only other people in here are about to die annnnddd they're dead as of now 9:37 am... "Scarlet, Bill.... you will not be missed" I snicker as the life drained form their eyes and the noises of strangled gurgling and singing screams finally seised. I raised my hand stopping the fire from spreading to the house

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