Confessions of a Black Witch

Fifteen

"Nevaeh, please!" Gregory begged, his once alluring presence replaced by fear. And I loved that fear on his face. He hurt me and now I was going to hurt him. "Please don't do this! I'm sorry!"

I knelt down to his level on the floor and place a bloody hand on his warm cheek. Oh how I loved grabbing his handsome face between my hands, pulling him close and feeling his soft lips against mine. This time, I was going to enjoy watching those memories fade from those perfect eyes of his. "I know you are," I whispered. "You're so sorry for what you did. You want to make it up to me. You want to buy me some flowers, a new car..."

I leaned in close to him so our faces were only inches apart. I took in his scent, breathing in long and hard so I would never forgot it. "You love me."

"Yes." his voice cracked. A smile played at my lips.

"How much do you love me? Could you un-f**k that w***e for me?"

"Baby, you know I can't-" I stuck the knife up to his throat, digging the tip into his skin so a drop of blood ran down his neck.

"I thought you said you loved me!" I pressed my forehead to his and closed my eyes.

"I do! I really do, baby! Just please! Put the knife down! We can fix this!" The tears fell down my cheeks and slowly the knife fell from his throat. I wanted to believe we could fix this. I wanted to believe things would be normal again. His warm hand met my cheek, wiping away the tears. I pressed my face into his hand, enjoying his touch. Just the touch of his hand could send you into the stars. But it wasn't the same anymore. His touch was tainted by that w***e. Fear drove him to touch me and I hated it. I hated him.

So, I drove my knife into his stomach. His eyes shot open, meeting mine, and little gasps escaped from behind those perfect lips. He didn't speak. The terror in his eyes as he looked down and back up at me said it all. Slowly, he gasped and gagged, his hand wrapping around mine as I dug the knife deeper into his gut. He fell to his back, his eyes staring up at the ceiling until they went cold and lifeless. His chest stopped moving and those little sounds he made as he choked on death slowly ceased. I sniffed, wiping my nose with the back of my hand, and stood up to grab my wine glass from the kitchen island. I took a sip, my eyes never leaving him. My lipstick stained the glass, perfectly imprinting each crease of my lips onto it's surface. "You were supposed to be mine," I whispered.

I woke up in a cold sweat, my breathing hard. I sat up in the bed, confused at first. Where was I? Was I in my bed? Was this all a really bad dream? I turned to the empty spot next to me. The smell of old wood filled my nose and I was back in the cabin. Grief filled me once again and I brought my knees up to rest my elbows against. I set my head in my hands to clear my thoughts. It was so cold in here. So why was I sweating so much?

I climbed from the bed and crossed the dark room to the door, where I exited into the dark hall. It was silent throughout the house and it made me uneasy. Despite the last 24 hours, I couldn't stand the silence. I couldn't stand being alone. My throat was dry and I need a glass of water. I climbed down the stairs and switched a light on in the kitchen. Grabbing a glass and filling it with water, I drank the entire glass in one chug. It hardly eased the soreness but it was refreshing. I sighed, closing my eyes for a moment. When I opened them again, I watched a drop of water fall down the side of the glass from the imprints of my lips at the brim.

Then, I felt his presence. As soon as I did, I turned on my heels to meet his large hand wrapping around my throat. The glass fell from my hold, shattering on the floor. My feet left the hardwood and I was placed on the counter, his other hand smacking my mouth so I couldn't make a sound. I tried fighting, but the hand that had my throat now held a blade to it. "You scream and I kill you," he warned. Those familiar eyes burned into mine. I remained still. "You're going to give me what I want and maybe I won't slaughter your friends in their beds." Slowly he removed his hand from my mouth, digging his blade deeper into the nape of my neck.

I let out a cool breath. "And what is it that you want."

"Information."

I laughed. "Whatever secrets you are after, I don't know them. You're wasting your time so you might as well kill me." My jaw clenched and I raised me head a bit, giving him the access to my throat. He didn't move. His eyes dropped from mine for a split second.

"I don't want to kill you."

I raised an eyebrow at him. "That knife to my throat says otherwise."

"You would warn your friends! I can't let you do that."

"Actually, I was planning on kicking your ass first." His head tilted to the side like a curious puppy. "Look, I don't know what it is you're after but I don't know anything. This is like, the third time I've ever met up with them. They haven't told me anything. I'm not so sure they trust me..." I trailed off, thinking about Melonie's hatred for me. It was obvious she didn't trust me and I wasn't sure she would ever be able to which puts a damper on the entire relationship of the coven if I stuck around. Chad seemed to understand and slowly dropped the knife. I gave him a weak smile.

With all my strength, I brought my foot up and kicked him as hard as I could in the chest, sending him flying to the floor. The knife flew out of his hand and I took the chance to jump from the counter and dash for the stairs. I needed to wake the girls. I knew I wasn't strong enough to take him on myself but if we all took him down, as a coven...

He grabbed my ankles, causing me to hit the floor hard. My chin bounced off the hard floor but I didn't have time to deal with the pain. I kicked at him as he crawled on top of me, his weight too much for me to fight off. "VELVET!" I shouted before he smacked his hand over my mouth again. His weight crushed the air out of my legs and no amount of thrashing could buck him off. He was too strong. His knee came up between my legs and his other hand pressed against my back, keeping me in place as he lifted his body off mine. After a few breathless moments, all his weight was lifted off at the sound of glass shattering. I turned around, still on the floor, to see Kelsie standing over us with a bewildered look on her face. Chad lay next to me unconscious.