Devils Roses 04 - Witch

smiled at the frightened girl, "She's waiting for you." Aimee whispered. She looked back at Aleks. He nodded. His jaw was clenched. He looked pissed.
    Aimee felt Oliver's fingers close around her wrist and then she felt him flash her.
    She smelled decay and mildew. She looked around at the dark cell. It reminded her of Marcus's dungeon. He was such a weirdo.
    "This is your new home."
    She laughed, "Till I flash out."
    She looked behind her at the tears pouring from Ophelia's wide eyes. Her dark eye was creepy black against her light eye. Aimee's hands were secured to the wall in a fabric. She tried to flash out of it. Fear slammed against her.
    Ophelia's mouth was gagged with the fabric.
    Aimee looked at Oliver in horror as a huge man came to stand next to him. His massive fist came at her face fast. Her head was slammed into the rock wall behind her.
    Oliver smiled and walked to Ophelia. He stroked her cheek.
    Aimee tried to focus her eyes but the fist slammed into her face again. It hurt more than anything she had ever felt. The fiery gunshot was nothing compared to the pain she was in. She was sure her head was bleeding in the back.
    Ophelia's muffled cries filled the room.
    Blackness took her eyesight, as a dark and creepy laugh filled her mind.
    "The fabric is made from Lillith's hair. It interrupts power, if you imagine anything so bizarre."
    Aimee smiled as the fist slammed into her face again, "When I kill you I will rip your soul from your eyeballs."

Epilogue

    Ophelia felt sick still from watching the dark blood pour from the cuts on Aimee's face.
    The quiet of the darkness inside of the cell was frightening. She felt dirty and afraid. Oliver had conned her. She had given him everything.
    She wriggled her lips enough to get the fabric from them, "Aimes." She looked around the darkness.
    "Aimes."
    She whispered a little louder, "Aimee."
    Aimee stirred and lifted her head, "What?"
    Her face was no longer beaten. Her healing powers were still there. Some of their magic mustn't be blocked.
    "Where are we? Why does my head hurt?"
    She looked at Ophelia and scowled, "Shit. Your boyfriend really is evil."
    Ophelia nodded, "My sister got out though right?"
    She smiled, "I fucking hope so. Jesus. I was flashed here."
    "You're healed."
    "What?"
    "Your face is healed. The fabric that keeps our powers isn’t taking everything from you. Plus that guy should have split your head open. What else can you do?"
    Aimee shook her head, "I can't flash or feel the fire in my hands."
    "Seriously."
    "Yeah."
    Ophelia felt her hope fading, "Shit."
    Aimee made a face of concentration, "You hear that?"
    Ophelia listened and bit her lip.
    Aimee put her head down, pretending to be asleep again. Ophelia did the same. Her lip trembled, as the footsteps got louder. Then men's voices filled the cell.
    "You're making noise."
    "Shut up. I'm not even talking to you right now."
    "You just did."
    "I hate you."
    Ophelia could hear two men talking. A spark lit in her heart as she peeked she at them.
    "Ophelia." She looked at the super cute silver python skin Christian Louboutin boots. She lifted her face to see her brother, "Tristan?"
    He squealed and jumped at her, "O, my little O-cake."
    She laughed, "What?"
    The dark haired guy who looked almost exactly like Oliver sighed, "Oh my goddess he has been working on nicknames for you since the blue girls told him you were alive."
    "You must be Oliver's son?"
    He smiled, "Yes and I hear you two had some fun. Naughty little thing."
    Tristan shivered, "Gross. Anyway this is my ex Phillip."
    Phillip wrapped his arms around Tristan and kissed his cheek, "I'll never ex you. You'll have to kill me first."
    Ophelia couldn’t believe how much her brother and her looked alike.
    She looked at Aimee who was trying not to laugh.
    "Aimee, Tristan and Phillip." She pointed to everyone in the room.
    Aimee laughed, "Oh my god you are the gayest supernatural men I've ever met. Are you the rescue mission?"
    Phillip smiled, "Duh. What's with her? Maybe we like to be called homosexual. Maybe we get offended by the term gay."
    Aimee stopped laughing and flushed red. Tristan burst into laughter. Phillip walked over and untied Aimee, "Girl you gotta mellow out. You look really tense."
    Tristan chatted nonchalantly, as he untied her hands, "Dad is a shit O. A major shit. He's been torturing your other sister for like weeks. Anyway Oliver couldn’t come up with a better plan than this one."
    Ophelia felt her heart swell,