Witch

A knock at the door woke her up. She went to roll out of the bed but Ben's huge arm was across her. She felt funny about him sleeping in her bed. She picked through her old memories. He hadn’t done it before. She walked to the door and opened it a crack. Aimee smiled at her, "Want to help me?"

She rubbed her eyes, "Dude it's still dark."

Aimee nodded, "I have a problem. I need a favor from Hanna and she won't help me. She doesn’t like me."

Ophelia laughed, "You and Ari are kind of bitchy to her. Yeah just let me get some pants on."

She pulled on jeans from the floor and stalked out of the room. They walked to Hanna's room. Ophelia opened the door. Hanna was asleep in a ball with tissues everywhere.

Ophelia looked at Aimee and scowled, "Why are we in here?"

Aimee shrugged, "I need her to convince Marcus to turn Giselle."

Ophelia looked at her and sighed, "She won't do it. They broke up. Remember? Marcus is an overbearing wanker."

Aimee pointed, "My friend is dying. Do it."

Ophelia groaned and turned to Hanna. She shoved her lightly, "Hanna wake up."

Hanna moaned and murmured, "No Sam."

Ophelia looked back at Aimee and glared. Aimee snapped a finger and pointed.

Ophelia gave her the finger. She turned back and shook Hanna again, "Hanna wake up."

Hanna rolled over and opened one puffy eye, "Wh-wh-what?"

Ophelia bent over to her, "I need you to wake up."

Hanna groaned, "Dude this better be important."

Aimee spoke from the dark doorway, "I need you to save Giselle. She's dying."

Hanna watched her for a minute. Ophelia thought for sure she was about to say no but she climbed out of the bed. She stood looking Aimee square in the eyes. "You hate me for something that never even happened, just so you're aware."

Aimee laughed. She put a hand out and they all touched. Ophelia squinted seeing the bright lights of the hospital. They followed Aimee into a room. Blake sat there reading on an iPad.

"Hey loser."

He looked up at Hanna and smiled, "Hanna. My favorite monster."

She rolled her eyes, "Yeah I've never heard that one before."

Ophelia gave him a slight wave. He smiled at her.

Ophelia looked at Giselle. It was weird seeing her sick. She was used to her being volatile and snobby.

Giselle opened an eye and smiled at them. Aimee leaned forward, "Hey girl. How are you feeling?"

She frowned, "You need to turn my ass back into a vampire. This shit is not fun. I want to be drinking blood and stomping around Marcus's castle in my big boots. This sucks."

Aimee frowned. Hanna leaned in, "How do you remember that?"

Giselle shrugged, "When you guys said you wanted me to do the mind thingy on you, I decided I didn’t want to be the only bitch who was lost." She pointed to Blake who was frowning, "Look at his dumb face. He has no clue what's what. Anyway I went to Annabelle and she gave me a mirror I could do the juju thingy on myself."

Aimee laughed, "That was pretty smart."

Blake pushed his glasses up his nose, "That was brilliant Giselle."

Ophelia looked at Blake confused. He pointed to Aimee, "She texted me everything earlier."

"Oh."

Blake looked at Hanna, "Sorry for your loss. Again."

She gave a slight nod, "Yeah. Guess the wound is healed and I'm over it."

Ophelia felt exactly what she was saying, "I know. I hate that my body doesn’t seem to care. It didn’t know Sam so it doesn’t matter."

A girl with dark silky hair came strolling in the room. Her eyes were on her cell phone as she texted and walked.

Aimee jumped up and grabbed her. She held her to her.

The girl struggled, "Aimes wtf? What are you doing? You're smudging my makeup."

Aimee pulled the girl back and Ophelia could see the resemblance. Aimee was a twin too.

"Never do that to me again Alise. Ever."

The girl frowned, "Dude I went for coffee." She rolled her eyes and sat on Blake's lap. She looked tiny compared to him.

Blake shook his head, "This is outright bizarre. I don’t think I will actually be able to process this one."

Giselle cocked her head, "Uh hello are you here for me or what?"

Hanna laughed, "Good to see you're still you. I'll send Marcus a text."

Aimee looked back at her, "You want me to go get him?"

She shook her head, "He won’t be long."

Aimee rolled her eyes, "You and boys Hanna, I swear."

Alise frowned, "Who are you all? Giselle what is up?"

Giselle laughed, "Other girls from the liver ward. Me and Aimes met them a while back."

Alise smiled and nodded like a puppet, "Cool. So you all got better after a drugging?"

Hanna frowned, "Uhm yeah."

Ophelia laughed, "This is weird. Do you guys need me here?" Hanna flashed her a look. She put her hands up defensively, "Okay. Just sleepy."

Giselle gave her a look.

Blake stood and slipped his hand into Alise's, "Want to go for a walk Aimes?"

Aimee nodded and put a hand on Giselle's hand, "Want anything?"

She nodded, "The desire to suck the blood from young men."

Aimee shook her head, "Okay well ewww and I'll see what they have at the cafeteria."

Ophelia sat in the chair in the corner. She was exhausted. It had been a brutal day.

Hanna sat on the bed and looked at her cell, "He'll be here in like five."

Giselle squirmed in the bed, "Good. Everything hurts."

Hanna sighed, "Aimee's sister is a space cadet. Wow."

Ophelia laughed, "That was weird. She knows nothing about nothing?"

Hanna swung her legs up onto the bed, "She knows nothing about the things she knows. Damn." She looked down and frowned at Ophelia, "Whose pants are you wearing?"

She looked down and felt the heat rushing up her cheeks, "Mine."

Hanna laughed, "Those are Ben's."

Giselle gave a weak laugh, "Oh busted."

She shook her head, "He was just being nice."

"I'd let him be nice to me any day of the week." Ophelia shot a look at Hanna.

"What? I would. He smells like delicious Fae."

Ophelia made a face, "You make him sound like a snack. You know who smelled good…" She stopped.

Hanna's face crumpled.

Ophelia closed her mouth, "Sorry. It's like I expect him to walk in the room any second."

Giselle turned her face up to stare at the ceiling, "I wish he would walk in. He made everything better."

"Yup."

Ophelia felt eyes on her. She glanced to the door. She saw his face and felt her heart stop. Her eyes narrowed. She got up from the chair and mumbled, "I'll be back in a minute."

She rounded the corner of the corridor to see him leaning against the wall with a smug look on his face.

"What are you doing here? You have some nerve. I should call Aimee to come kill you."

He raised an eyebrow, "Have we met?"

She stumbled on her words, "The castle, when you were in the, oh never mind. Oliver I know who you are."

He leaned in and smelled her hair, "I forgot how you smell. Your memory should be gone Ophelia."

She pulled away from him, "So should yours."

He laughed, "I made sure my memories would be intact. I never knew Ari was his daughter until you told me but I always knew what she did."

She recalled something and cocked her head, "You never told him. My father, you never told him what Ari did?"

He shook his head.

"Why?"

He ran a hand down her arm, making chills wash over her. He tilted her chin with his other hand, "I told you. I love you."

She laughed, "So you let him take me prisoner and try to kill Aimee?"

His eyes hardened as his fingers bit into her skin, "If Aimee dies then it's one less thing to worry about. You think Lorri and Dorian wouldn’t sacrifice themselves to kill me and Jonathan off?"

She pushed him, "What do you want? You think I don’t know that I somehow play into your lame ass plans? You're playing my dad and me."

He laughed and stumbled back, "Ophelia I've never been anything but sincere with you. I did lead you into the trap, obviously, but I made sure you had the upper hand."

She shoved him again, "Sam died because of you." His shirt singed from the sparks off her hand. She let the energy shoot from her hands again and he flew down the hall, riding the wind coming off her. She stood at the end of the hall with the cool wind surrounding her. Her dark wavy hair blew around her body. She felt the black take over her eyes. Her vision grew sharper.

His back slammed into the wall at the end of the long corridor. She walked toward him. He flashed out of the grip of her wind. His hands were at her throat, "Don't make me do something I would regret."

She jerked, sending electricity from her body. He was blasted off of her and into the wall. She turned seeing black blood drip from his lip. He laughed, "You are getting more powerful Ophelia." He wiped the blood from his mouth and pulled his ass out of the broken wall. White dust filled the air. He rubbed his back, "You know those walls are reinforced.”

He flashed as the lightning bolts shot from her hands, starting a small fire in the wall. Her breath raged from her flared nostrils. She looked around to ensure no one had witnessed his or her magical abilities. She looked at the smoke coming from the wall. She leaned forward and blew ice across it.

She walked back to the room.

Hanna raised an eyebrow, "What the hell?"

"Oliver."

Giselle snarled, "I'm biting him when I turn again."

Hanna turned her head, "You'll die dummy. You can't feed off fallen." ns class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true">