OBSESSED

14.

As the always creepy little girl, I always had a weird fetish to blonde haired dolls.

The dolls could easily be torn off; bobbed heads, plastic limbs, and artificial boobs. I loved everything about dolls, I used to have a doll collection before my eyes took over to Villian, she was my new shiny doll.

When I was a little girl, my dad and mom were friends with her family. My eyes shined like Christmas when I looked at her, it was more than just a phase or attraction.

My eyes and body wanted Villian's from day one. She was the real replica of why blonde dolls existed, they were meant to be smashed or torn apart limp by limp.

I dreamily gazed at Villian's skin and beauty reflected in the mirror, this was now who I am. My father couldn't ruin that even if he tried.

As a kid, I looked up to my father. He was a kind, outgoing and passionate man that inspired businessmen around him. I just hated how he wanted me in heaven now, I didn't want to go.

My devils needed me and I needed them.

"Hey," the fangirl behind me appeared as a sickening light shimmered behind her, my red eyes looked at her in the reflection of the mirror, she smiled at me. "Castielle, you will always be Castielle, and never, ever, ever Villian Grenova." She stressed gently as if emphasizing that I couldn't be Villian.

My obsession grew hateful, they even managed to take my mom away from me.

The bloody meat where my hands once were smeared on the faint ghost of the dead girl as she was taken by surprise.

I smiled. "Welcome to my world." The light made her human as she returned to reality, my blood glimmered dark red under my lights.

"What? How?" She stuttered as her eyes frantically flickered around like epilepsy.

My arms went around her neck as floods of blood sail down the backbone of her disgusting maroon gown, flashes of dad flickered on and off behind her as my arms put pressure on her throat as her Adam's small apple went up to her tongue and rolled down my arm. She gagged as her eyes turned white and her body shivered in the last withdrawal.

This was a great plan already. I was getting back to my normal obsession and my blood was helping me. I was going to get them back from heaven and down to earth so I could shatter them for betraying me.

They should all kneel in front of my pretty figure and revel in my mercy. My mom, dad, policemen, Castielle's fangirl, the little boy and the mother were all going to be resurrected to torment. Just like me.

I needed to get rid of my dad, he would make me ugly Castielle in heaven. That was one of the main reasons I opposed to going back with him.

The story of Castielle, well, she was dead back in 2001. She was a shy, introverted, innocent and pure-hearted girl. She was resurrected back to life so her loved ones shall be blessed with her now. But she was gone again, I was Villian Grenova. Nobody could take my rights away from me.

The Adam's apple juggled on the middle of my arm, the raw small flesh just flapped around.

Great, she ruined my favorite dress. My blood did add a sexy color, at least.

I was a now resurrected Villian that was born in Castielle's soul. As much as I hated to admit that, it was true. Dad resurrected Castielle and she has suffered through mental illness in which Villian was the center and I was the arrow.

Dad should have never brought Castielle back to this jealous obsessive world. But he did, and people never knew she died because she was back in the form of Villian.

For six years of revival, I was as fresh anew. As Villian, my devils were under my command.

I was going to continue my legacy as the golden girl. I craved it throughout my life as Castielle.

The terror hit once again. My hands recollected the intestines of the people as the ground shook due to my angry Castielle soul. Never bring people back from their death, they would be a hell of a mad soul.

Castielle was really dead by a phantom ghost who always appeared in a form of a half waisted devil and half hybrid. He choked her in her sleep as her breathing system stopped and her spinal cord flew off of her back like a railway train. She was unhinged, the real Castielle had depths of demonic illustration but her original death was by a phantom ghost who liked death for opera.

"Make it stop." She whimperingly pleaded inside of me as a whisper. My Villian side trapped her as my obsession intensified and made their facial flesh unhinge from their bone structure as eyes screamed terror.

Dad appeared again, and he was not looking happy at the dead pool. He neared me as his hands elongated around me and snapped my waist apart.

But like a failed angel he was, my waist came back in shape. That was a workout, my devils laughed at the joke.

"Castielle, you are coming back." He stated once again. I rolled my red eyes as my blood sheathed the gown. The people were hung on the ceiling as a blood chandelier and blood sprinklers were in my front yard.

"Dad, remember the time you used to buy me dolls." If my dad was human again, he would have paled because he seemed surprised at my statements.

"Well, dad," I smirked as my red eyes turned black, "my devils invited you to play."