Page 47 of My Dark Obsession

Next to him on the floor, laid in an awkward position was the social worker bitch. Her skull was caved in, and her eyes were open and bugged out as if the blow to her head had pushed too much pressure through them.

Lifting his heavy head, Lyal’s watery blood-shot eyes widened in shock.

“Yo-you!” He slurred, throwing his half full bottle at me. It shattered in my face, piercing my skin. The fresh cuts burned from the alcohol as blood began to drip down my face.

I relished the pain.

Welcomed it.

I bared my teeth in Rí’s fashion of a smile.

Rí. If I joined my boys. Then I wouldn’t have my Mates. My men. My Circle.

I couldn’t think about that. I had a monster to torture.

He sputtered in shock as I slowly walked towards him

“Sit back down.” I was empty.

I pushed my finger into his food-stained chest as he fell back into his chair with fearful eyes.

Void.

Gone. They were gone.

“I–I–” Stammering, he leaned back against the chair, trying to get away from me .

“Where is he? Where is my Elyas?”

Ignoring my question, his bloodshot, watery eyes searched my face. Grabbing his stained shirt in my hand, I pulled him closer to me and let him see the empty coldness in my purple eyes.

He gasped as he realised my eyes were not normal and it was all it took for me to grit my teeth. He was ruining my calm.

“Where is my boy?” I gritted out.

He still flickered his eyes between my own. Just as I was about to punch him in the throat, he grinned. His watery gaze cleared, becoming more focused.

“What the fuck are you smiling at?” I snapped as I stepped back, an automatic reaction to my childhood monster.

“So you came into your powers?” I blinked at him as he stood up, brushing the lint of his now sparkling clean clothing.

What?

His usual stained, off-white top was now a pure white button down, tucked into sleek black slacks with shiny dress shoes. His balding greasy head was now full of salt and pepper hair tied into a knot at the base of his neck. His appearance changed before me.

He looked like…no.

He was “Mikhail?” I stumbled out. What the actual fuck was happening?

His laugh rang out in the kitchen, making me flinch with confusion.

“Mikhail? No, no Amaya. May I introduce myself?” Smiling widely he stepped towards me. His clean appearance was a stark difference to the dirty dingy house.

“My name is Lynel. Twin to Mikhail. White Witch of Wisteria.”

What the fuck. What the actual fuck. Lyal was...Lynel? A witch? How?

“Ah I see the questions in those purple eyes of yours. You see, we knew your mother planned to hide you. So we made a plan of our own. I followed you through to this world. The human world.” His face scrunched up in disgust. His obvious hate for the humans showed through.

“We needed you Amaya. We needed your magic, but oh we knew it wasn’t simply going to appear from living comfortably here!

I was supposed to snatch you up and sneak you back to Wisteria.

But then your kind had to go and blow themselves up didn’t they.

Shutting the damn portals and trapping me here with you.

Without the portals, magic dwindles, puffs out.

But one day, oh I found a way.” Laughing, he stared down at me.

“I lost my temper and hit you. Lord the power that drifted from you and into me.” Inhaling deeply as if he could smell the magic, he smiled again. He seemed too pleased with himself.

I was fucked.

I was confused.

I couldn’t think straight as I stared at the identical twin to Mikhail. Not Lyal. Not a gross excuse for a human, but a White Witch.

“It gave me just enough magic to send word to my brother and the Council. I was alive. You were alive. And you had magic. I knew a way to get you to them. I just had to beat it out of you. But the plan changed, didn’t it? Yes, it did.” He acted as if I knew of his plan.

I stood there, so still, so confused. This was all their plan. My entire life. They had this elaborate plan my entire life.

“The humans, oh the humans. The answer is in their souls! So pure. So clean. So perfect . Their souls hold more magic than any White Witch could ever be born with. They just don’t know how to harness it.

But we do. The superior race. Us. Witches.

Oh but the Dark Witches had to go and ruin everything. ”

The drip of blood from my clenched fist pulled me from my confusion. Looking to my hand and the half-moon cuts in my palms, I watched the blood bead before dripping onto the floor by my black boots.

“Where is Elyas?” I whispered. My poor boys. Where did they come into it?

“Forget about him. Focus child.” He snapped, his smile now gone and a frustrated look creased his greying brows.

“With your magic, we can open the portals, we can have everything we want. Have all the power we want. I knew you would come back for those boys, but they were holding you back. You need to focus on what is and not on what was .”

Stepping towards me once more I realised, I was now backed against the cracked wall, right against the small dent my head had created three years ago. I had forgotten to heat up the coffee pot and so I was thrown against this very wall.

“Where is Elyas?” I croaked out once more.

Sighing, he walked back to the crumbled table and sat in his chair.

“He’s gone! Now focus! If you open the portal fully, I can get back through to Mikhail. We can–”

The walls shook; the glass cracked.

The screeching was back, its loud constant ring becoming louder as the stranger in front of me spoke with less ease, eyeing the shaking walls with caution.

“Where is his body?” My own voice sounded wrong…It was all wrong. Everything had gone wrong.

I wanted my boys.

I needed my boys.

I was so cold.

So empty.

Everything was wrong.

And it was all because of him, this monster. My ‘foster father’, Lynal the White Witch... He beat me, starved me, all because they wanted my magic. MY magic, to control humans and the power within their souls?

“Why did you hurt them; they were innocent ” I managed to snap out. My throat was tight, my eyes stung and my chest aching. My body and my blackened damaged soul wanted me to cry.

“Innocent? If only you knew. Forget about them. They are gone!” He snapped back as he rose from his chair as dishes shook from the wall units and smashed to the floor.

Forget about them? How could I ever forget about them?

He took them from me. Hurt them when I wasn’t here to protect them.

Looking to where he stood in his pristine clothes and annoyingly critical face, I suddenly knew what I needed to do.

He needed to hurt as I did all those times, he needed to feel pain.

My erratic heartbeat slowed back to its calm beat as I stepped towards him, lifted the rusty pipe and swung it at his head with all my strength. His body fell with a thud to the dirty blood-soaked floor.

He cried out in pain and surprise before sputtering “Now, chil—”

“Child? I’m no child.” Stepping away from his crumbled form I carried on, my voice now firm and clear, “but you knew that didn’t you? Considering you hid my real age from me.”

Walking behind him as he grasped at his bleeding head, I planted my foot at his back and pushed him towards the open basement door.

He must have been woozy from the hit because he rolled with ease before flying down the steps with another cry of pain.

His lint-free suit was now covered in blood and grime.

I slowly followed after him, walking down each step and relishing his painful gasps against the cold concrete floor.

And there he laid on his back, his salt and pepper hair now turning red with my boy’s blood.

Smash.

Scream.

Smash.

Each swing of the pipe brought beautiful screams from him as I breathed heavily through gritted teeth. I leaned down and bent each of his clenched fingers back with force, snapping each one as his screams punctured the air. I relished in his pain and panic.

This felt so fucking right .

If only the twins had been able to watch me finally hurt this monster.

My heart seized.

His back arched with another scream as I slammed the pipe down on him over and over again, the bloodied welts ruining his lovely white shirt.

“Stop!” He screamed.

“Why do villains always retell their story and plans when they are obviously caught?” I wondered aloud as I breathlessly took a break and sat next to Elfyn, stroking his hair back from his cold forehead.

“Why do they do that? Like no one actually cares. You’re caught. Yano?” Tucking the stained sheet under his chin and down the sides, I carried on stroking his little curls.

Looking over to Lynal as he gasped and gurgled on the sticky floor, I calmly switched my gaze to where the pipe usually sat and jolted.

Ravioli sat watching me. His black eyes held more intensity than usual.

He followed me from there.

How?

“You–you’re a poisonous monster. You’re a filthy Dark Witch!” Lynal managed to scream out as I continued to stroke back Elfyn’s hair, my eyes on the crow as an odd panic began to fill my chest the longer I stared at him.

Lynal groaned and cried on the floor like a little bitch, so I stood up and swung the pipe on his knee. The loud crack and his screams were like music to my ears.

“Just-KILL ME ALREADY” he screamed as I stared down at him in disgust .

Already? He begged for death, already?

“You don’t deserve the luxury of the release, you piece of shit!” I snapped. “Death is a paradise you should never be allowed to enjoy. The cold dark slip of death is a reward. Not a punishment!” My cool calm was beginning to fade at his weakness.

Standing over the weak little man I spat down at him. My spit landed right on his cheek before sliding down to his chin.

“I am Amaya of the Dark Mountain. I am a powerful pure blooded Dark Witch. And you can simply get fucked.” Lifting my boot, I slammed it down onto his spit-covered face, enjoying the crunch of his nose as it flattened under my foot. He lay there, pathetic and unconscious.

Turning to walk back up the stairs in search of Elyas, I stopped.

There it was: the black mist in my peripheral vision.

Floating and swirling. It moved, disappearing behind me.

Spinning round, I gaped in shock as it stayed there, right in front of me.

Clear as day in the dull light. The deep black mist swirled for a few more seconds before it began to form a shape.

Swirling and whirling before solidifying.

Before me stood a person. covered in a large black hooded cloak. Its face was hidden by the black hood giving the eerie feel of coldness. It stood at 6ft with broad shoulders and the confidence of a king.

“What. The. Fuck.” I whispered.