RAWR.



So, after we settled that whole "gone evil" thing. I settled under the lights of our tree. I dunno why, but that was my new bed/hideout/whatever the heck tu wanna call it. It smelled of pine and toothpaste... But whatever, the things tu can hang on a tree!
"You, my friend, I don't know how we are related." Jaime said, crouching down and looking at me.
"You take one person, then take another person, then--" Jaime slapped his hand over my mouth and I continued rambling.
"I was kidding." His hand lifted from my mouth.
"Hmm." I said.
"'Sup?" Jaime looked at me. I slipped the pen from his pocket and started scribbling on my hand, his eyebrow raised.
"Don't ask and you'll stay alive." I said, slipping the pen back into his pocket. He blinked, making me giggle for some unknown reason, again another eyebrow raise.

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"Mel! What the- stop! Stop it now!" Fang shouted, as I made him slip off my shirt.
"What are tu doing!?" He screamed.
"Shh..." I whispered and I made him grab a knife.
"NO! Mel, what are tu doing!" He walked over against his will, and cut off my bra.
"Mel!" He shouted.
"NO!" He started carving into my back. Blood trickled down.
"MEL STOP RIGHT NOW!"
He continued to carve against his will.
When he was finished, and I let him release the knife, this was left in my back...

When the feather floats down from Hell
A halo of blood surrounds her head
With crimson liquid she knows too well
A stroke of a sword and her wings will shed

A sword of Angels
Her words pure
A touch of fire
In she will lure

She was sent to give
The ultimate sacrifice
She accepted her fate
The secrets hid her hate

Her book was written
Finished early
Her death slow and agonising
Many secrets she has kept

Darkness surrounds what is left
A feather falls into the depths
Another accession to death
A life is no longer kept

Fang dropped to his knees, tears slipping down his face.
"Mel! I told you-- to-- stop!"
"I sorry Daddy..." My back started to sting, and what had happen sunk in.
"Mel... why did tu do that?" He stood up, picking my small body up.
"Because, I had to."

I snapped up and screamed.
"Mel!?" Fang snapped up. I panted and hugged myself, attempting to keep out the uneasiness.
"Mel what's wrong?" Fang got up off the couch. I couldn't talk, couldn't whimper, couldn't do anything. His arms wrapped around me, and my breathing settled.
"Just... a nightmare." I pulled away. It wasn't a nightmare, it was a flashback.


*Giggles* What Fang carved into her back was her prophecy.