Malachai Parker wasn't the only person to massacre his family. Along with him was Isabelle Martin, a witch who held his hand along the way, letting him siphon painlessly.
You could say she was as crazy as he. Unable to see the destruction he truly...
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"I may or may not know how to get out" I suddenly announced while Isabelle sat beside me. Her body was frozen in a fixed state of contemplation and her eyebrows were furrowed. Right up until she turned to me with the brightest smile. Her blue orbs lit up like the sun against the sea and in seconds her arms were around my neck.
I was so close. The knife I was holding was in between her shoulder blades. In my mind, I could feel the blade cutting through her flesh and ripping through her muscle.
However, almost as fast as she hugged me, Belle drew back in confusion. And I pulled the knife away.
"That's..."- she breathes in "- That's great Malachai, let me tell the others... We're going home" with those words plus a smile, I couldn't stop her from returning inside and informing the others. While she walked away, my stomach rumbled with uncontrollable butterflies. And in my hand, was the knife I had planned to kill her with.
Could I imagine a world without her? I probably could. Baywatch can be watched alone. Why have a partner in crime when everything you do alone is perfect?
But then, I wouldn't feel human. More than after Luke.
