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Six

                                                             Chapter Six

                                                               •  Stiles  •

She is right in front of me, but I can’t reach her. My fingertips brush against fabric, against her skin, but she dances away before I can hold on. Her laughter reaches my ears, light and melodic, and my heart pounds. She’s so close, running right ahead of me, but I can’t touch her. She pauses long enough for me to catch up, my breath clouding the air. Her dress flows around her, her violet eyes crinkling when she smiles. Blowing a kiss, she says something, but I can’t hear it. Her lips move, forming words, but she doesn’t have a voice. I can’t remember what she sounds like. She is fading right before my eyes.

            She says it again, turning to sprint just as my fingers ghost over her exposed shoulder. Her hair flies out behind her, twirling as she throws her arms out. It’s almost as if she is trying to fly away from me, and I’m unable to clip her wings.

            My palms rest against her waist, her skin icy as she slips out of my grip. I’m stumbling, tripping over my own feet, in a desperate effort to grab her. She glances back to make sure that I’m still following; I get a glimpse of her face, so youthful and creamy, a structure of bones. Grinning devilishly, she extends an arm towards me. When I clutch at her fingers, a spark travels through me and she incinerates, flames licking away at her skin. My eyes are wide with horror as her smile grows wider, the fire consuming her slowly. I smell flesh burning and she laughs again, but this time it’s inaudible.

            I start to retreat, claws scraping at my insides until I’m nothing but an empty shell, but my feet lock in place. The world twists violently and I spiral into the ground, the earth imprisoning me. Vines crawl up my jeans and when I yank at them, blood pours from the shredded roots. There is a faint flutter around me, birds descending on us. Trees seem to burst out of the ground, surrounding us, until we’re in the clearing where Aubrey and I danced. My head whips around as a raven settles on my shoulder, talons tearing my clothing. Its glossy black feathers tickle the side of my face, transforming into thorns halfway. Warmth trickles down my neck as more birds swarm around me, my skin giving way to ribbons. I close my eyes, not wanting to see the flames eating at Aubrey.

            All because of me. My doing.

            I am the spark that lit her on fire, set the match that consumed her heart.

            When I peer through heavy eyelids, the scenery changes into clinical tiles and sterile metal tables. Dread blooms in me, anticipation flowing through my veins. Aubrey stands in front of me, fire wrapping around her like a blanket, cautiously moving towards me. I’m unable to move, to speak, to do anything. Her violet gaze diminishes rapidly, growing darker, as she presses her lips to mine. She tastes of cinder and smoke, her tongue burning me into ashes.

            She pulls away, and I ache for her, wanting her more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. Where her eyes had just been are now hollow pits, and as she grins, flames peel the skin from her face. She’s a skeleton hovering over me.

            The flames extinguish suddenly, flashing away along with the veterinary clinic, and it’s just her and I. Two weary souls lost in the dark. She takes a step away from me, bones with a beating heart. With every step, she grows fainter, until she is just an outline. Before she vanishes completely, she mouths the same words as before, except this time I can make it out.