Devils Roses 04 - Witch

realized he was a dark one. One usually meant there was more.
    “Sam, Lucas found them. They’re this way.” He looked at the savagely angry face of Lorri.
    “What is she?"
    Lorri looked at him through her eyelashes, “Ever hear the stories of Annabelle as a girl?”
    He shook his head. Lydia was tight lipped about the ghostly maid.
    “She is worse.”
    “She’s a witch, how much worse can they get?”
    Lorri nodded, “She is so much more than that. Annabelle is just a witch. Ophelia is half angel and half witch. Her mother is The Witch. She’s been held in captivity since we lost Jonathan to them.”
    Sam felt sick, “Over a thousand years?”
    Lorri nodded, “Yup.”
    “How?”
    Lorri pointed down the road, “We need to go. If they get her, we lose the war. She’s that important.”
    “Hey I thought I was the piece of the puzzle that won you the war.”
    She rolled her eyes and flashed away.
    He followed the scent of Lucas until his flashes led him to a large building. It was a brick building that reminded him of the high school he had watched Hanna attend as a teenager.
    He frowned hearing music coming from the building. Cars lined the parking lot. He looked at Lorri who looked incredibly pissed suddenly, “She’s going to be my own personal fucking nightmare. Fucking Jonathan. Fucking fuck.” She muttered and flashed inside of the school.
    "You have a real potty mouth for an angel. Were you like this when before you fell?"
    If looks could kill, hers would have blown him into tiny bits.
    Teenagers lined the halls, gossiping and laughing. Everyone wore a prom dress or tuxedo.
    He looked at one girl who shook her head, “I seriously thought prom was next week. I don’t even remember changing into my dress.”
    The girl across from her wore a blank stare, “I know.”
    Sam started to worry. He had seen Annabelle go poltergeist once, he never wanted to see that again. Her magic was terrible.
    The song Yellow by Coldplay blasted from the gymnasium. It echoed through the school.
    He turned the corner in to the gym to see couples slow dancing to the haunting song. The girl stood in the middle of it all with her eyes closed, gripping the teenage boy from her living room. They danced as if no one else was in the room.
    Lorri walked up to them. Sam flashed next to them quickly before Lorri just tore an arm off and dragged her outside.
    Lorri grabbed her arm roughly, “Ophelia I’m an old friend of your dad's. It's lovely to meet you, now send all these kids back to bed. You don’t want me to do it for you. I’m not really as gentle as I appear.”
    Sam wanted to laugh at that, since she looked severely sharper than she acted, but decided against it.
    The girl looked up from the chest of the massive boy, horror filled her face.
    “H-how did we….?” She trailed off as she looked around at the party she was at.
    The teenage boy pulled her back in to him. He completely ignored Lorri.
    Lorri looked at Sam and nodded.
    Sam touched her and the boy and felt the cool air as he suddenly stood outside of the huge mansion on the old oak lined street. A warm feeling filled his chest as he saw it.
    Suddenly Annabelle was at the door on the front porch.
    “What the hell?” The teenage boy started to freak out.
    Sam smiled, “I did try warning you, let's not forget that part.”
    The girl looked worried, “Who are you?”
    “I’m a friend. My name is Sam. That is Annabelle on the porch and we are at the home of a friend named Lydia. She’s like you. She can help you.”
    She looked around, “What- where are we? Why is it so cold here?”
    “It’s Portland.”
    The teenage boy looked confused, “No way I’ve been to Portland dude. No way.”
    “Oregon.”
    Both of them turned their heads to him as their jaws dropped, “What?” They spoke in unison.
    Sam walked toward the huge house, “Come on. We have some serious explaining to do.”
    “Where are my parents? Where is my sister? Why am I in a prom dress?”
    Sam felt his heart drop, her sister had been lured through the window. He knew she was most likely dead. No human was ever left alive. He winced, “Come in the house.”
    Ophelia started to cry, “I’m not going anywhere until someone explains this to me. Why am I wearing my prom dress? This isn’t even the dress I bought. I bought a red one. Why is he in a tux? We were in my living room and then we were dancing. What is happening to us?”
    The guy pointed at him, “Yeah we were in