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Grey dropped the bowl in front of Brianna and what remained of it slashed over her shirt, splattering the two other girls crowded in at her sides, making them squeal.
“What the fuck did you put in this?”
Brianna went a shade of sickly white, but kept her expression impressively neutral.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Grey,” Brianna said, her brown eyes following me as I approached with a raised chin. “But you just ruined a three hundred dollar shirt and—”
Brianna gasped as I grabbed hold of her blonde ponytail, dragging her from her seat. She screamed, manicured nails scratching at my arm as I hauled her from the cafeteria. Not even feeling the shallow cuts she was digging into my forearm.
She tripped, screeching like a banshee all the way to the kitchen.
My spine tingled as I entered, a rush of power going straight to my head.
“Get out,” I barked at the cooking staff, and they hesitated before seeing my entourage follow inside behind me and scattered like rats.
“Stupid bitch,” Brianna was shrieking between some very unattractive sounds as I hauled her size-two ass to the row of gas burners and switched the closest one on.
I put her face to it. So close the peach fuzz on her cheeks would be singed off. “What did you put in the soup?” I demanded.
She screamed.
“What did you put in it?” I repeated, my darkness surging in full now. Demanding blood. Demanding pain. My arm holding her to the burner shook with it.
Soon, I wouldn’t be in control anymore. Any second now.
I pushed her closer still, and she let out a cry. Her hair came loose from the ponytail, and I curled a fist into it, the long strands almost in the fire now.
“Laxatives,” she managed and I brought her back an inch. “They were just laxatives! I was trying to make you shit yourself. Fuck!”
My face screwed up.
Laxatives?
That was the best she could do?
Christ.
So pathetic.
“P-Please, I won’t ever—”
The smell of burnt hair reached me and I recoiled from it, releasing her a second too late as her head burst into orange flame. Her hairspray drawing the fire to her like spilled gasoline.
She howled like a dying cat as she stood there, rooted to the spot in shock as the flames engulfed her head in a golden crown. Not the kind she wanted, but the kind she deserved.
“B!” someone cried, and I saw blondie numero uno rushing past the guys and into the kitchen, the other one hot on her tail. Blondie numero dos fumbled to get the extinguisher loose from the wall as the other one slapped uselessly at her friend’s fiery hair.
Brianna continued to blare like an air raid siren until she passed out, slumping to the floor. Blondie doused her with the fire extinguisher, covering her in plumes of white until she came to again, coughing and rubbing at the chalky residue on her face. Struggling to sit up.
I pushed the blonde on the floor away to kneel next to Brianna, grabbing her by the shirt to haul her to her ass. Her hair was gone, all except for a few tufts of blonde still clinging to her scalp. Mild red burns crisscrossed over her flesh, but they would heal. Probably wouldn’t even scar. Too bad.
Brianna clutched my hands holding her shirt, blinking past tears to stare into my eyes. Fear. She reeked of it. She was so terrified I was sure she’d piss herself. I’d be impressed if she didn’t.
“P-please,” she started, her lips quivering, but I didn’t want to hear another word out of her mouth. She needed to shut up before my darkness clawed its way up my throat and ate her for fucking breakfast.
“If you ever come after me again, I’ll end you, bitch.”
She began to shake.
