Devils Roses 04 - Witch

the heart is just going to hurt if the spell doesn’t work.”
    She glanced at Aimee who seemed off in space. She sighed and spoke the words she’d heard the younger Lydia speak.
    “Fod yn rhydd o’r cadwyni o gariad,” she slid the blade along her hand slicing it open. The pain rushed in. She started to panic but coated the blade in her dark red blood. It seemed darker than she remembered it ever being. It was almost black.
    He pulled off his shirt and took a deep breath, “Do it."
    She looked him in the eyes, about to back out but he shook his head, “Please, I need this.”
    The desperation in his eyes spoke to her. She plunged the knife into his soft skin. He screamed and writhed in pain instantly. She pulled the blade out and let it drop to the floor.
    She wrapped her arms around him and began to cry, “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”
    Aimee snapped out of her daydream and grabbed him as well. She wrapped her arms around him.
    He screamed in pain.
    He dropped to his knees on the tile and fell to his side. He curled into a ball. Ophelia sobbed wrapping herself around him and cradling his head in her arms, “I’m so sorry.”
    Suddenly a redhead rushed into the room, “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?”
    She dropped to her knees in front of him sobbing.
    Aimee reached a hand for the redhead but Sam put a fist out, “No Aimes. She isn’t worth it.” He spoke through gritted teeth.
    The redhead cried into her hands, “I never meant it. I never meant it Sam. Please. Please.” She shook her head reaching for him.
    He recoiled at her touch, “Never speak to me again.”
    “Sam. I was confused. You were right I shouldn’t have gone there. Sam I’m sorry. Please. I love you Sam.”
    He reached for Aimee instead and let her help him off the ground. On his chest sat a brand new scar in the shape of a heart with singed edges.
    Aimee lifted him, “Get out of our house.”
    He looked weak as Aimee led him from the room.
    Ophelia knelt on the floor, “I didn’t know. I didn’t mean to. I didn’t know it would work.”
    The sobbing girl covered her face. Her skin shook and shivered like the sheriff’s had. Ophelia felt the air grow cold.
    The redhead looked at her and screamed. Her face grew frightening.
    Ophelia backed away, "He asked me to do it.”
    The redhead lunged at her. Ophelia felt something surge from her. Her hands shot at the redhead. Waves of something burst from her and shot the angry girl across the room. Ophelia felt something strong fill her. It took over all of her emotions. She was no longer afraid. She looked up at the ceiling. She frowned at the tile ceiling filling with dark angry clouds.
    Rain began to pour across the tile floor drenching her and the other girl. She ignored it as power surged through her.
    Thunder and lightning filled the sky. Rods of lightning struck the floor around her.
    The redhead dove at her. She pulled at the lightning hitting the redhead in the back. She screamed and flew across the room again. She slid on the water and slammed into the wooden wall. A huge hole was bust through into the next room.
    Suddenly Giselle appeared at the door, “STOP WRECKING MY SHIT!” She screamed into the rain and hail falling on the floor.
    The redhead snarled at Ophelia, completely ignoring Giselle's arrival.
    Hanna, what the hell? Why are you trashing my den?”
    The redhead leapt at her, still snarling.
    Ophelia struck her with lightning again, knocking her to the ground on her stomach.
    Giselle looked at her, “Ophelia, girl your eyes are some effed up right now. You need to stop raining on my den. And stop hitting Hanna with lightning. She’s a Rose.”
    Ophelia ignored her words. She loved the feelings that were flowing through her. The power was licking at her.
    She pulled at the lightning again and forked it, striking Giselle and the redhead.
    Giselle was knocked back into the wooden paneled walls. She growled and leapt at Ophelia. She was faster than the redhead. She hit Ophelia mid waist with a crushing blow. She knocked them both out the window and onto the grass, two stories below.
    Her hands came at Ophelia’s throat but Ophelia shoved her with energy. Giselle flew back at the vines against the brick castle wall. Ophelia twisted the vines of the castle wall, trapping Giselle against it.
    A scream filled the yard, “STOP THIS!”
    She turned to see Lydia standing on the grass with her hands on her hips. The next thing she knew she was trapped against the castle