Devils Roses 05 - Death

where I think it started, with chocolate soymilk.
    By the time I finish the story his face is cold, he looks confused and scared.
    "Do it one more time."
    I blink my eyes a few times and then shut the right eye. I wink my left and think about the other side of the room and then I'm there.
    He takes a deep breath and nods once, "I believe you, but I'm having a hard time with it all. The science doesn’t make sense. You two, why her? I can see you becoming like this but her? What does she do for society that she deserves a super power?"
    I laugh and look back at Giselle, who has fallen asleep on the couch.
    "She will look killer in the leather suit." My laugh is bitter. My heart is breaking. I don’t know what to do and I know Shane is out there, with those others.
    He nods, "Duly noted. Skintight shiny leather is definitely going to be killer on her. So no oddly glowing space rocks or weird visits in the night by strange men and you haven’t been to any test facilities?"
    "No."
    He grins, "Just checking."
    The air warms. The sensation is familiar.
    "There you are." The blond man smiles at me. Behind him is the dark haired girl. She's with a redhead I've never seen before.
    "Blake, stay back. They're weird like us." I speak in a warning tone.
    The redhead cocks her head at me and grins, "Aimee, we need you and Giselle to come with us."
    "How do you know me?"
    She shakes her head, "Long story." She looks past me and waves, "Hey Blake."
    I look back at him. He shakes his head, "This is awesome." He almost chuckles. "It's like Doctor Who."
    "What are you?"
    The dark haired girl with the black eyes looks like she might cry, "We're the Devil's Roses. We need you to come with us."
    I know that name, although I've never heard it before. I take a step toward them and look back at Blake. "Make something up. Tell them Giselle took me prom dress shopping so my parents don’t worry."
    The others laugh.
    I look back confused, "What?"
    The redhead shakes her head, "Prom dress shopping."
    Blake points, "They know you for sure."
    I scowl.
    He puts a hand up, "Just saying."
    "Dorian has gone to speak to both your parents and told them stories. Giselle you're going to be filming a movie and getting paid a lot of money and Aimee you are part of a research grant."
    Blake nods crossing his arms, "That actually sounds good."
    The redhead smiles at him, "We've gotten good at this." She shoots a look at the dark haired girl.
    A dark haired man, more beautiful than anything I have ever seen, is in the room suddenly. He grins at me like he might devour me, "Aimee love, you look well." He has an English accent. It makes his dark hair and eyes even more attractive. He claps his hands together, "Well, parents are all done."
    My face splits into a smile. I swallow and have a hard time focusing.
    Blake crosses the room, "Who are these people?" He whispers into the side of my face.
    I shake my head, "I don’t know. But I know them, somehow."
    "I know. Me too. I totally believe all this and I never believe anything."
    The sad face of the dark haired girl is torturing me.
    I know her, I know I love her. Like a sister.
    The dark haired man saunters toward me. He bends his face and plants a soft warm kiss on my cheek, "I've missed you." My stomach twists. The smell of him is amazing, like incense and lust.
    My breath gets lost in my lungs. He walks past me to Giselle and scoops her up. He winks at me and he's gone. Panic fills me. I turn.
    "Where did he take her?"
    The redhead looks annoyed, "Home." The blond grabs my hand. The air is warm as I see the redhead walking toward Blake.
    "NOOOO!" I shout but it's too late.
    Cool damp air and squishy grass are the first things I notice.
    "Aimes!" A cute guy with green eyes and dark hair runs at me. He scoops me up and kisses my cheek.
    I struggle, "What are you doing? Who are you?"
    His face drops. He raises an eyebrow and looks past me to the blond guy, "Damn. Both of you?"
    The blond guy shrugs and walks up to the house, "I'm out. My father is nearby." He speaks to an old woman standing on the front porch of an old mansion.
    My feet touch the ground again as green eyes puts a hand out, "Ben."
    I scowl, "How do you know me?"
    He puts his hand that’s lingering, waiting for me to shake it, up to my face. "You are one of my best friends."
    "How?"
    "Aimee, come inside. We need to debrief you. Giselle is already inside." The old lady on the porch speaks impatiently.
    My feet move, even though my brain