House Of Wolves (Creepypasta Fanfic)

Chapter 6: Party

Bathory

I felt strangely confident when I got up for school the next morning. I passed by my mirror as I tugged on a pair of jeans, noticing that the bags under my eyes that had been there for years were practically gone, my hair was shinier and less frizzy, and I just all around seemed to be glowing. I knew exactly why I was looking this good but it didn't seem to bother me much anymore. Better someone I don't know than someone I loved.

I was humming as I walked down the steps, my keys jingling in my hand as I trotted over to the door; I hadn't even noticed my mom there, sipping at a cup of coffee in the kitchen. I'd just reached for the doorknob when she finally spoke, seemingly hesitant, wary, even.

"You seem like you're in a good mood," she chuckled quietly, "Batty, I'm...I'm sorry about dinner. I never wanted you to know how badly we'd messed up but I guess you had to find out eventually."

"Oh, God, don't even worry about it," I snorted, laughing darkly; she seemed taken back, "I understand why you did it. We'll just have to see what happens."

She nodded, a gentle yet numb expression on her face. I walked out the door and made it to my car, realizing as I got there I couldn't feel the cold as much anymore, even though I was wearing a layer less than usual. It put me in an even better mood as I set the defrost to high blast and waited for the frost to melt.

"You really forgive your parents that easily?" Maven asked from the backseat.

"No," I snorted, "but there's nothin' we can do. I'll just have to find out on my birthday what it is that's going to try and abduct me."

She nodded, kicking her legs up as we pulled up to Persephone's house. The girl seemed giddy to see me as she hadn't since Tuesday, a warm gleam in her eyes when she saw how good I looked. I pulled her into a hug but instantly regretted it when the scent of that perfect mixture reached my tastebuds. I'd have to be so careful around her.

"You seem like you're doing a lot better," she grinned, "what was it? Stomach flu?"

"Food poisoning," I lied effortlessly, taking off towards school again, "the game hens my mom cooked had been sitting out too long."

"Yikes, and they're your favorite too," she laughed, kicking back in her seat, "man it feels good in the ole' Bat-mobile. I forgot how much I hated riding the bus."

"I promise you won't have to do it again," I laughed, "I made a revelation though; my parents are numbskull cultists and not pagans like we thought."

"What, did they sacrifice the chickens you ate?" Persephone snorted, laughing like an idiot.

"No, they just summoned me from the depths of Hell itself, probably," Maven rolled her eyes in the backseat, but Persephone whipped around suddenly, making me swerve as she looked back.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Persephone shouted, Maven sitting straight up out of fear as I narrowly avoided hitting a mailbox.

"Wait, you can see me?!" Maven screeched, reaching out and grabbing Persephone's hand; her grip didn't go through and instead I watched for the first time as Maven made contact with someone other than myself.

"Oh my God," Persephone gawked, "I'm staring at a ghost. A real, live ghost."

"Funny enough, she's not actually a ghost," I laughed, absolutely amazed, "you can see her? For real?"

Suddenly Maven burst out crying, reaching forward and wrapping her arms around Persephone from behind. She was so, so overjoyed just to know someone other than me could see her; I was even giddy because I realized that she wasn't just a part of my imagination. She was really, truly her own being.