NOW. --------------------- As I was about to move, I felt a flicker in one of the four's hand. I froze, and I was in horror at what I saw. "Caleb." I whispered as a tear came down his face. "Nolaine, let him go." I glared at her as I tried to move. She was too strong for me. She smirked as she flipped her jet black long hair, and looked at me with her fierce deep green eyes, "Uh-uh." She said as she she shook her head and held the knife near Caleb's neck. Why were they doing this, you ask? Caleb is my brother, my step brother. He's my life. He's the only family I got now. And they definitely know my plan. Nolaine Collinsㅡ the leader of the covenant. She was a person that everybody fears. A person everyone wants to befriend for power, money and popularity. A tear dropped from my eyes, I couldn't move at all, I was numb. "Let him go, please Nolaine. I promise..." I eyed the four of them, "... I promise I will not," I inhaled deeply, "leave". It was too late to go back now. A promise is a promise; in our covenant, promises are no to be broken or you have to face the consequences. Nolaine's hand flickered and I fell down on my knees. Caleb ran beside me, my sweet little brother. I whispered in his ear, "I'm sorry. Sleep." I touched his forehead and kissed it, and he slept, like a kid in a deep sweet dream. I looked back at them as I held Caleb in my hands. He was only twelve years old and he had to go through this... because of me? "You're eighteenth birthday's coming up." I looked at the girl with a sweet melodic voice, her dark blonde hair in a ponytail, her sharp blue eyes looking at me in distraught. Angela Simms. I gathered up my normal voice, trying not to speak with a high tone. I'm an outsider. I know I'm an outsider among them. "I am afraid so." I sighed. "She's gonna hurt SO bad." Another girl said, her soft seductive voice made guys quickly fall in love with her, she emphasised the SO in order to get my attention. Emilya Parry. Her dark brown hair tied in a bun, showing her almond shaped Hazel eyes. She is the definition of gorgeous. Actually every one of the daughters of Ipswitch are gorgeous, yet, I feel like the black sheep. I wanna have my own NORMAL life. I don't want to be like themㅡme. A monster. A witch. A kind that's against God's will. The forbidden kind. "I remember her transition, that was... painful." A smirk came out from the last daughter of Ipswitch. Rose Garwin. Her voice is full of mystery and it was sweet yet, scary. Her bangs covered her beautiful face. She had red dark hair. Her grey eyes looks so lonesome. She was pale, like a vampire. Among all the daughters, Rose was the most mysterious. I couldn't think of it. It's too painful. This is why I want to end my life. I don't want my powers to outgrow me. I can't control it... and if I use it too much, it gets addicting. "Raven Danvers, so sad and lonely. Do you know anyone would kill to be in your position?" Nolaine's voice was was rough as she glared at me. She slowly went near me. Five inch further from my face, her hand caressed my cheek. And then SLAP! "Nolaine!" Angela yelled in horror. -------- TO BE CONTINUED
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