Devils Roses 05 - Death

Marcus's and I am banished. Oliver won't come to Lydia's, well can't.
    "O, stop being a pain in the ass. This is juvenile."
    I look back and a wall of fire separates us and circles around him. He tries to flash and can't.
    I smirk. "Oh, look at who learned to make a hellfire wall."
    He crosses his thick arms. "You're acting like a child."
    I tilt my head. "I am a child." I climb into the car and start it. When I back it up and put it in drive, I snap my fingers and the hellfire ring is gone. A black stain remains on the cement where it burned a hole into the earth. It has completely ruined the driveway. Marcus is going to shit when he sees it. I'm a bit upset I won't be there to see it. His fit will be epic. The driveway will have to be filled in. Not to mention the huge spikes of dirt and rock that has grown up in his yard. I don’t even know how he will get rid of them. I don’t really care. He's a snooty bastard.
    I hope Lydia never felt me casting. She gets spicy about hellfire. I don’t even know why she taught me how to do it. It seems pretty dangerous. It holds a fallen angel prisoner, that's pretty bad. Only me and Henry can do it. Blake had learned to make weapons from it but he took the information into the past with him. Thankfully.
    In the rearview, I watch as he vanishes.
    "Asshole." I mutter.
    I look back, thinking a small 'thank you' for the fact he can't flash into a moving object. As long as I remain moving, he can't catch me. I grin, imagining what he'll do to me if he does catch me. He's turned me into a perve.
    I run a light and freeze the cars in the other lanes of oncoming traffic. I slow everyone down and speed myself up.
    When I pull on the oak lined street, I see him standing at the boundary of where he is able to go.
    Dark swirls surround his feet. He looks menacing. I press the gas hard but when I get close he doesn’t flash. I slam on the brakes and skid to a stop.
    He looks angrier than before.
    He storms to the side of the car and rips the door off completely.
    "Ophelia, if you ever cast hellfire at me I won't be able to control my actions." I look at the car door in his hands and giggle nervously.
    He throws it to the ground and drags me from the car. I push against him and shock him. Nothing hurts him. My hands work magic without me casting. Ice creeps along his tattoos and muscles. His freezing cold hands grip me tight. I'm sure he's leaving bruises.
    "Get control of it now."
    His skin is blue and matches his shirt. My feet aren’t touching the ground. He's holding me in the air and still growling.
    I pull back the magic and let it dissolve inside of me.
    He gives me one shake. "Stop using magic like a little kid. Every time you get pissy you can't be shocking and lighting fires and destroying people's things."
    The magic fizzles in my fingertips. He places me on the ground softly. I step back but am pinned by the frame of the car. He bends down and kisses my cheek. "I think we need a break O."
    I gasp but he is firm. He's been thinking about it. I can see it.
    A tear slithers down my cheek. He wipes it away.
    "I don’t want to see you right now," he whispers.
    I want to argue but he's right. I don’t have a handle on the magic.
    The darkness swirls around my feet.
    He nods. "It's for the best I think. You need to spend the time with Trist and Annabelle anyway. They can help you."
    I am exhausted instantly. I look down at his hands on me and realize what's happened.
    I shove him hard and walk around him.
    "Goodbye Oliver." My arms burn where he has taken my life force. I know it's renewable but he took magic.
    When I cross the line of the border I instantly feel better. Cleaner.
    Annabelle opens the door and smiles.
    "Ya been casting bad things Ophelia. Now honey what did Annabelle tell ya about things like that?" She puts her hands on her apron and skirt.
    I sigh and walk into the house.
    "I need a bath Annabelle."
    "Hmmmm hmmm." She makes noises and grunts disapprovingly.
    When I get up the stairs I climb into the huge tub. The bubbles just climb over my chest as Tristan walks in.
    "O, you casting hellfire? Cause Oliver said you did, but I was like no. No way. Not my sister."
    He sits on the toilet with the lid down and plays with his phone.
    I sigh. "Dude. I'm in the bath."
    He smiles. "Girl please. Anyway, I got the scoop on the witch who cast the spell on your family abode."
    My ears perk up. "What?"
    His eyes sparkle with the suspense. I roll mine. "Spit it out."
    He