You ever realize how life can trick you. I mean, for instance, one minute you can be walking through a cemetery and the next some man riding a horse without a head, can be right behind you trying to kill you. Of course, that's my current situation, but if I'm being quite honest, life sucks.
My finger strokes the air lightly, and my tongue slides against my teeth. Biting down on my lip, I slowly turn around. "H... hey Mr.Headless horseman. What's up?" I Sutter. The dark ghostly looking horse lets out a breath through its nose, sending black smoke everywhere. I look at the horse in disgust. "What a cute horse you got there." I lie. Chuckling humorously, I take a step back. The Headless Horseman and his horse doesn't do a thing, only stay still.
"Natasha, slowly move to my side," Torrin says.
"I don't think that's a good idea Torrin." The cold wind blows, shaking the tree branches. "I'm one hundred percent sure, that if I move he'll attack me." My fangs make themselves known as I bare it at them. The horse moves back, it's tail moving back and forth. Looking over at the horseman, something catches my attention. "Torrin, what color is the stone?"
"It's blue." He answers. From the corner of my eyes, I see him take off his cape. "Why'd you ask?"
"He has a blue stone around his chain," I tell him. "Don't you see it."
"I don't see anything Natasha," Torrin says. "What are you talking about?"
"The stone that we are looking for is around his neck." Glancing at Torrin for a second, I point at the stone. "It's right there Torrin. How come you can't see it?" Closing my eyes for a second, I motion for Torrin to come next to me. His muscular shoulders stand high as he walks towards me.
Torrin tilts his head, trying to see what I'm pointing at. "I don't see anything."
Letting a huff of frustration out, I take a step closer to the headless horseman. "How do you have the stone?" I ask him. He stays silent. The stone around his neck glows blue, the blue of glacier meltwater, pale with an iridescence not easily forgotten. "The stone is glowing," I whisper, not being able to look away. It's like the stone is hypnotizing me.
I turn around, looking at Torrin with angry eyes. To my surprise, he was staring at me with the same fury. His eyes blue just like the stone. "I hate you!" Torrin yells, getting in my face.
"I hate you too," I shout, pushing him away. "You have such a great life and you're such a fool to it. You act like you have no one when in reality you do. Even though you don't have your mom and your dad is an asshole, you have your brother who you treat like shit!"
Torrin glares at me and pushes me back. "I have such a good life?" He questions angrily, pointing at himself. "You have such a good life. Everyone fuckin adores you." Torrin pushes me again. "You're a fuckin queen for crying out loud. While I was getting my head kicked in as a teenager, you were out building an empire. You were surrounded by the people who love you!"
I push him back, harder this time causing him to fall. "That's not true. No one loves me! And sure as hell, not the people that I surround myself by. Those people only hang around me, because I'm powerful and I can kill them with the snap of my finger. " Raising my leg high, I kick Torrin in his stomach. "The woman that I poured my heart and soul into too left me! And my parents, don't even get me started about them." Kicking him again, Torrin groans. "They hated me because of my skin color. My mother used to beat me with a metal rod, all because I wasn't the daughter she wanted!"
"I'm going to kill you!" Torrin snares. He attacks me with a big right overhand punch. Before I can bring my hands up to defend myself, Torrin drives his shoulder into my chest, slamming me into the tomb wall. He starts landing solid punches into my gut. When he's done, he grabs ahold of my leg and pulls me down, making me fall on my butt. "At Least you had a mother. Do you know how much I'd rather it be my mother that beat me, instead of Garrett." His hand forms into a fist, as he sends a punch to my face. Licking away the blood, I punch him back with the same amount of force, making him bleed. Torrin let's out an animalistic growl, before tackling me. "You think you're the only one that was abused? After my mom died Garrett would put my hands in acid. And because I'd heal, he'd do it over and over again to the point where it became a daily routine. And that's just the start of it."
I scoff. "That sounds better, than what I went through." I chuckle darkly. "Do you know how it feels to have a man force his way with you?" I push him off me. "Or having your mom watch, hearing her say that you deserve it!"
"Oh, boo-hoo. Why can't you just admit it, Natasha!?" He yells.
"Admit what Torrin!?"
He gives me a sinister look. "That you have a great life."
My eyes widen with rage and I grab him by the neck, lifting him up. "You're the one with the great life Torrin! You admit it!"
"No!" Torrin yells. He grabs my hair, kneeing me in the nose. Stumbling back a bit, I catch myself. Torrin puts out a nice left punch, which he plans to follow with a right hook. I slip to the left, which throws him off enough so that I can get a handful of his hair. Pulling his head forward, my head collides with his nose, breaking it. Still holding onto his hair in one hand, I get my other hand into his crotch and lift him off the ground. Keeping him up with my shoulder, I throw him causing him to crash into several tombstones.
Torrin grunts, before getting back up. He absorbs the trauma, swallowing the pain, then kicks his way slowly back to the surface. It's like the pain was just an illusory sensation that his mind could shut down if it needed too. Torrin cracks his neck and his wings spring out. In an instant, I'm sent up in the air. The wind gets caught in my lungs as I start to lose oxygen. Torrin keeps flying and I feel myself start to lose consciousness.
My fangs morphe in canes, and I take that as my chance to bite down hard on Torrin's arm. The taste of his blood is so strong, that for a second I wanted more. Torrin yells in pain, letting go of me. His eyes widen, turning back to its regular color and so do mine. My body falls from the sky fast, like a meteorite. My eyes close, waiting for my body to hit the ground.
But it never happens.
My eyes open, feeling the familiar warmth of hands. Wings surround both our bodies, keeping us safe from the outside. I look up at Torrin, our eyes staring deep into each other's soul. Both our lips part. "I'm sorry. "We both say at the same time.
Torrin clears his throat and sets me down. "Never mention anything we said," Torrin says. He continues to stares at me for a moment, then lets me go. His wings retract and my teeth do the same. I sit on the ground, trying to catch myself.
Taking a deep breath, a groan comes out my mouth. It hurts my rib cage. I exhaled, then inhaled, and inched my arms under me and pushed myself up on my hands and knees. My head hurt. I felt my stomach tighten and I threw up, which hurt my ribs some more. "Remind me to never get in a fight with you." I stay that way for a bit, on my hands and knees with my head hanging, like a winged horse.
"Same here." He says, clutching onto his torso. There are a lot of bruises on his body. I watch him flex his arm. "The horseman isn't here."
Looking up at him, I give him a dull look. "No shit Torrin. What gave it away?"
He glares at me. "I'll bash your head into that tombstone."
I glare at him back. "Yeah, well I'll do the same." My face turns into a frown, smelling a familiar smell. "You smell that? It's blood."
"A Lot of it." Torrin whispers. He sticks his hand out for me to take, "Come on, let's go." Taking his hands in mine, he helps me up and together we run out of the cemetery. Torrin's eyes go wide as we make it back to town. The scene before us shocks us. Neighbors, parents, children, everyone is fighting each other.
Torrin looks down at our intertwined hands and lets it go. He goes to walk away, but I stop him. "You sure we should get involved?" I ask. Torrin shrugs my hand off him and gives me a threatening look. "I'm just saying, it's a lot of them. What if they don't take it kindly to us interrupting them."
"They're human, we can take them," Torrin says, walking away.
I sigh. "Of course we can." Running towards two girls that were about to stab each other, I get in the middle of them. "Discedant!" I chant.
They both freeze, but still curse at each other. "You're so damn rich! I want to be like you."
"No, I want to be like you."
Shaking my head, I walk away to go stop some other people. My line of vision gets blurred, by blue light. The same blue light from before. Tilting my head to the side, I see the headless horseman. He's standing away from the crowd of people that's attacking each other. My feet begin to move, walking in his direction. I wasn't in control of this, he is. "How do you have the stone?" I ask once I'm close enough.
The Headless Horseman gets off his horse and finishes walking towards me. His head in his arm as black mist surrounds him. He reaches for his head and attaches it on his neck. I look at him in disgust, seeing his eyes open. They are the same color as the stone. He smiles at me, a wicked smile. "Hello, young one." His foreign accent was a pleasure to listen too, it suited him.
"Answer my question."
He chuckles, shaking his head. "That's not how it works beautiful, but because I'm feeling generous, I'll answer your questions." His hands lightly touch my cheek. "I have the stone because I found it first not knowing the power it holds." He answers. "William B. Madison found it after I died and took claim to it. Let's just say, the stone knows it's owner that's why Madison is dead."
"Why are you doing this?" I question, pointing at the people that are fighting.
"My pure enjoyment. If I'm being quite honest, humans are fun to toy with. They do this every Halloween and wake up the next day, knowing that they've taken the life of someone close to them. That they let their envy get in between everything. It's really such a beautiful thing to watch." He clears my throat. "Time to answer my questions now, beautiful. What are you, and where did you come from?"
"I'm a hybrid," I answer. "You don't need to know where I come from. Now, what's it gonna take for you to stop this madness and give me the stone."
"So you're the hybrid the, dead is talking about." He smirks. "I want you."
I shake my head. "I'm not a possession, I'm a person. You can't have me, so choose something else."
"Fine but I'll only stop this and give you the stone when you agree to do me a favor. You won't know the terms of the favor yet, but just know when I need you to do it, you have to do it. That and I want a kiss. So do we have a deal?"
"You've been dead for quite some time, I'm pretty sure you're breath is toxic," I tell him. "No offense."
He walks closer to me, his lips now inches away from mine. "You're a funny young thing. I assure you, that my breath is indeed not toxic." I close my eyes feeling his lips on mine. His mouth tastes like peppermint candy, cool and warm at the same time. Picking up my hand, he places something in it. He licks his top lip and folds them to the bottom one. His hand caresses my face and he leans me towards him. The warmth of his lips disappears, causing me to open my eyes.
He and his horse are gone.
Looking down at my hand, the familiar blue stone shines brightly. The noise of the people fighting dies down, which makes me turn around. They all walk away in a daze, back to their homes.
A sweaty Torrin walks to my side, his face not looking so well. "You kissed a corpse." He tells me. "Not even a course, a fuckin ghost."
I smirk. "Is that jealousy I sense? Careful Torrin, showing too many emotions can lead to you being human." I tease. "Plus, that kiss got us the stone."
"Shut up." He tells me. Torrin's face suddenly turns serious. "We need to leave Natasha."
I look at him worriedly. "Why? What's wrong?" Torrin opens his mouth to speak, but only blood comes out. "Shit Torrin." I catch him before he falls, the both of us falling down together. "Torrin why is this happening? What's wrong with you."
He coughs out some blood, hacking continuously for a while then taking in a sharp gasp of breath. "T... The bite." He croaks out.
My eyes widen, remembering the bite I gave him. "Oh shit Torrin I'm so sorry, I forgot about the bite." My fangs come out and I bite down hard on my wrist, blood pouring from my wound. Pushing my wrist to his mouth, Torrin quickly pushes it away.
"I'm not drinking your blood." He sneers.
I glare at him. "Right now isn't the time for you to be an asshole. You need to drink the blood or you'll die." Moving his neck back a bit, I see that my vampire bite still hasn't healed. This isn't good. Having two bites at the same time is bad for the body. "Damn it! Torrin, you have two bites, both of their venom in your body. Just let me give you my blood, it with heal you."
"I said no Natasha." He yells, staring me in the eyes. "Be a good mutt and let me die in peace."
Die?
He wants to die?
"Why?" I question.
Torrin gulps, his Adam's apple moves up and down. "Because I want to."
"That's not a good enough reason Scarface, now tell me."
His grip on my wrist tightens. "I want to die." He groans. "Now let me." I look at him, his body turning pale. The jagged scar on the right side of his face, now blending in with his features. Blood floods through his eyes and his guts come tumbling out of his mouth. Torrin lays in agony as his organs rip open because of the venom.
"You're gonna hate me for this Torrin, well hate me even more. But it's worth it because I'd rather you hate me than die scarface. You go when it's your time and today isn't it." I take a hold of his hands, pinning them both down. Taking my bloody wrist, I place it on his lip forcing him to drink my blood. When I'm sure he's had enough, I move my hand.
Tilting his neck to the side, I lick the other bite. "I hate you, Natasha." I hear him mumble, before going unconscious.
I push him off me, letting out a breath. "Yeah, well I hate you too Scarface."