Devils Roses 04 - Witch

shadows from the moons light crept along the ground like snakes.
    "Ophelia what is that?"
    She looked scared as they swirled their way up her legs. Her lower lip trembled as they made their way up her stomach and vanished. She gasped and shook her head.
    When she opened her eyes they were solid black but stars sparkled from them. A calm smile crept across her face. It was disturbing.
    Ophelia took the knife and the red pillow and bound them up in a package. She got up and left them there.
    Sam looked at Hanna who stared at the wine glass.
    "I want to say how sorry I am. Now that the anger is gone from it all I really think I over reacted Hanna."
    She looked crushed, "Don’t say that. Please don’t make this be for nothing Sam. My heart is broken and I don’t know how to fix it."
    He nodded, "I know. I think you should ask Roland, he knows stuff."
    She got up from the blanket and walked away.
    Sam felt sick suddenly. He couldn’t fight it, he was nauseas. He couldn’t flash.
    He stumbled away from the blanket to the inside of the house. He made it inside when everything went black.

    xxxx

    He woke to Aimee next to him. She stroked his face.
    He frowned, "What are you doing?"
    "I found you. I get to keep you."
    He laughed and then winced, "I'm in agony again. I'm thinking Ophelia might have messed it up."
    "Stop being a baby. At least you can feel the pain."
    Sam smiled, "I can feel something else."
    She frowned.
    He laughed, "I'm fucking annoyed with you right now."
    Aimee giggled, "Yay. Can we go back to being the friends where you sympathize with me and my sadness over breakups? I kind of missed you having a heart. Or sarcasm."
    He sighed, "Sweet friggen god Aimes I don’t want to talk about it anymore."
    She squealed and hugged him, "You are back."
    He laughed and felt joy for the first time in what felt like ages. He thought about Hanna but nothing but wounded pride and a slight amount of anger floated around in him. He thought about Ophelia and nothing. He looked at Aimee and smiled, "I'm free." He let his head rest on the bed next to her. "I feel like I've fought a battle and haven’t slept in ages but."
    She kissed his forehead, "Sleep now. I won’t leave you. Just in case the horrid heartless other you comes back and tries to take over."
    Sam smirked and rolled on his side trying not to wince in pain, "You kick his ass if he comes back Aimes. Kick it hard."
    Her eyes glossed, "Sam no one knows what it's like to sink into a pit of despair like me. You've got to have someone there to pull you out."
    He remembered her stories about the days before Aleks and how sad she was. He fell asleep feeling sad and not for himself.

    xxxx

    He woke again feeling groggy but the pains that had been burning through him were gone. He looked around the room for Aimee, but he was alone. He got up and stretched. He felt a hunger he hadn’t felt in ages. His need was strong. He could feel it on himself. He pulled on some jeans and a t-shirt and stumbled out to find food.
    A blur shot past him in the hall and suddenly his back was slammed into the plaster of the wall. A warm mouth pressed against his neck. Savagely a dark head of hair nuzzled into him. He tried to pull back but she slammed him into the wall again. Her warm lips caressed his throat. He shoved hard and flashed.
    Giselle stood at the end of the hall he had just left. Blood trickled down his throat. She licked her lips. He could see the black eyes from where he stood. He put a hand out, "Giselle calm down."
    She snarled at him, "Come here Sam."
    He flashed to the kitchen where Aimee sat staring out the window. She glanced back at him and smiled, "Hey look who's awake. How are you feeling?" She frowned at the dark blood running down his neck where his hand was.
    He scowled, "Giselle."
    She raised an eyebrow, "Did she just blood rape you?" She sniffed the air around him, "That is pretty unbearable Sam. What is that?"
    He shook his head, "Nothing."
    "Doesn’t smell like nothing." She got up from her seat grinning.
    He took a step back, "Aimes, for Christ sake not now."
    She nodded, "I want it now."
    He flashed to Lydia's. She was stirring a cup of tea in the kitchen. She wrinkled her nose, "Oh Sam. Come on. Take care of that."
    He sat at the table, "I can't."
    She smiled, "Wait, if you're emitting that then you must feel again?"
    He glanced up at her old face and bit his lip. He nodded.
    Her face dropped, "Did you go find the black witches?"
    His eyes darted to