Devils Roses 04 - Witch

giggled.
    "Stop the rain, the fire is out."
    She blew the clouds away and then her eyes burned from the light of the bathroom. She looked at her naked body in the mirror. She gasped, "Oh my god."
    Oliver's back was covered in thick angry scars.
    He raised an eyebrow as they healed before her eyes in the mirror.
    "I did that?"
    He picked up her hand and kissed it, "I think we need a padded cell with fire retardant everywhere for the next time we do that."
    He walked pulling her into the huge stone walk in shower.
    She couldn’t look down. Until the water had washed them both clean.

Chapter Forty-Three
    Aimee

    The hallway was the same, Ophelia was gone. Dorian had gone to look for her and the others searched the cells they had to find on their own this time, without Blake as a tour guide. Without Giselle and Lydia or Brandon Green they had to kill more than the first time. The Alaskan vampire retreat was also Jonathan's headquarters for his evil deeds.
    Aimee hated being there. There, where Alise and Blake had been tortured and made to do things against their will. There, where Ophelia's mom was held as a victim of rape and solitary confinement.
    Sam's mom had been left in her cell. Without Sam there to care if she was saved or not Hanna was the only one who had bothered to mention her.
    Oliver appeared in the long corridor as they opened the cell knowing they wouldn’t find Abbey but frightened if they didn’t stick to the plan she might be sacrificed.
    Aimee looked around at everyone standing in the hall watching Oliver.
    Aleks looked at her and whispered, "Your line."
    She rolled her eyes, "What could you possibly want from us?"
    Oliver tilted his head, "You Aimee."
    She walked closer to him, "Fine done. Everyone else walks free."
    Oliver flashed to the far side of the hall opposite them, "Walk out the door behind you into the snow. There is a courtyard. Stay there. We will meet you outside." He was gone.
    Aimee looked at Ari, "He's awfully theatrical."
    Ari stifled a laugh.
    Aleks pointed to the door, "Ladies first."
    The cold arctic air blasted them. She noted it was miserably cold for July. Aimee scanned the white courtyard for movement.
    Luke lowered and growled as Oliver walked toward them. In his hand he had a thin girl. Aimee knew the girl was Abbey.
    Her memory flashed of Alise being held there. She pushed the memory away and looked at Abbey. She looked the same as last time. Her body was again covered in sores. Aimee assumed they were bite marks. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, like bed head. Her jeans were ripped and torn and her light blue t-shirt was bloody.
    Another man walked out into the courtyard with Oliver. It was Jonathan. The memory of the fire hitting her in the stomach crept into her mind. Ari put a hand on her, "It's okay."
    Aimee nodded.
    Jonathan smiled and held his hands out, "Roses. It's wonderful to meet you all. Sorry for being such a poor host. I'm sure you understand the time constraints placed upon me, what with Ophelia and Tristan turning eighteen and all."
    Aimee stepped forward, the world fuzzed as she spoke the same words as last time, "Look you want me to stay. I want them all to go free. Cut the shit and niceties."
    He chuckled, "Aimee I like your style." She cringed waiting for the gunshot.
    He pulled his hands from behind his back, "You remind me of Lorri, before she became old and stodgy Lorri. She used to be fun and carefree."
    His dark eyes flashed at her, "Now I'll give you this thing here if you'll stay as my guest obviously."
    Aleks's hand shot up and gripped her shoulder.
    She nodded, "Deal. Everyone walks."
    He shook his head, "Hanna you are naughty thing I'd bet. Marcus can't be nearly as fun as I am in the sack. He's a cursed Vampire. I'm a born. I have talents he doesn’t have."
    Hanna looked at Aimee and smiled, "If you want me to stay then Aimee and O go home."
    He laughed again. He looked at Oliver and laughed.
    Aimee hated the smug look on his face.
    She glanced at Aleks, whose grip was almost ripping her shoulder off, "I got this."
    He shook his head, never taking his eyes from Jonathan, "I just got you back."
    She felt her heart break. She nodded, looking into his crystal blue eyes, "I'm yours and nothing he does can change that." She took a step toward Oliver. Oliver released the thin frightened Abbey. She looked confused as she stumbled forward rubbing her sore covered wrists, Abbey looked around, "Where is my sister?"
    Aimee