Daisy

TRIGGER WARNING: RAPE, MURDER, GORE, AND HOMOPHOBIA ARE ALL INVOLVED IN THIS STORY.

Music is blaring on speakers and the house is full of sweaty, horny teenagers holding red solo cups. I sigh through my nose while I take a sip of water from my cup.

"Hey Cameron!" my friend, Wendy, calls. I turn my head to see her wobbling over to me in her heels, obviously tipsy.

"Hey Dee. How are the ankles?" I say looking down to her buckling ankles, bless 'em.

"They are fine," she says glancing down before looking back at me. "C'mere I have something to tell you!" she shouts while trying to be quiet. I lean my head to her and she looks left to see if anyone is looking before putting her hand to my ear.

"Don't tell anyone but I heard that Ace Liverpool has a HUGE thing for you," she leans away and winks at me. I look over to where I saw the football players at, only to meet eyes with the infamous Ace Liverpool. He stares at me up and down which only makes my stomach churn in discomfort. I look back Dee only for her to wiggle her brows and smile.

I'm actually a lesbian but closeted. Not even my best friend knows. I'm planning to come out soon but the time just doesn't seem right as of now.

"Not interested," I shrug.

"Really?" she says in shock. I nod. "Why not?"

I'm gay.

"He's just not my type," I shrug again, sipping my water.

She slowly nods looking back at Ace and his friends before turning back to me.

Bzz Bzz

My phone is ringing. I look down to see my mom's contact.

"My mom is calling, can I go to your room so the music isn't as loud?" I ask. She nods and heads to the kitchen.

I rush upstairs and close the door before swiping up to answer the phone.

"Hey mom..yeah...mhm..sure..ok have fun I love you," I say before hanging up the phone. She let me know that she wasn't going to be home when I get back, because she is going out with friends. I decide that I want to leave and so I get an Uber before clicking off my phone and turning to go say goodbye to Wendy.

"Hey," Ace says propped against the door. I jump a bit, not expecting him to be standing there.

"Hi," I sigh. "You scared me," I awkwardly chuckle. He smirks and runs one of his hands through his brown hair while the other stays in his jacket pocket.

"Sorry, I just saw you come up here and I wanted to talk to you about something," he says getting off the door, locking it without me noticing, and slowly walks closer to me.

"What's up?" I say glancing at my phone before looking back at him. He looks down and smiles before looking up at me.

"Cameron, you truly are gorgeous. You know that right?" he says brushing his thumb along his lips and looking at my body. His eyes linger on my breasts and I immediately get a bad feeling and start to record our conversation on my phone. I slowly back away from him.

"Thanks Ace," I reply. He walks closer to me but I slowly inch towards the door.

"What do you think about me?" He says. The room fell silent. All you could hear were his sneakers hitting the hardwood floors as muffled music blares from downstairs. "Well?" he lifts a brow.

"You want my honest answer?" my back hits the wall and he continues to stride closer. He awkwardly chuckles.

"Yes, of course."

I pause. He is standing in front of me; one arm propped on the wall and the other is playing with my hair.

"Okay well honestly, you aren't my type," I say. He pauses and looks at me with furrowed brows.

"What?" He asks. I look at him and shrug. "I don't buy it. I see the way you look at me. I see the way you walk by me, swaying your hips."

"Am I not allowed to look at and walk by someone without liking them?" I roll my eyes.

"I know you like me, Cameron," he says leaning closer to me, so close that I smell his disgusting beer scented breath. I turn my head away.

"No, Ace. I don't like you at all. Now take a step back before you breath gives me third degree burns," I shove him and make my way to the door. Before I can unlock it, I'm grabbed by the forearm and yanked onto the bed.

"Ace, get the fuck off of me," I shove and hit his shoulders. He grabs my wrists and pins them above my head, leaning in close again. I turn my head to the side and he starts nibbling on my ear.

"You can drop the act, Cameron. I'll admit, I love you playing hard to get but I'd also love for you to just admit your feelings for me," he says kissing my neck.

"It's not a fucking act," I say before kicking him right in the sack. He groans but doesn't let go so I repeatedly kick him and scream for help. He starts to get angry and moves his hands from my wrists to my neck.

"That was not very nice, Cameron," he squeezes. I spit on him and go back to kicking. I claw at his hands, arms, and then I reach for his neck to choke him back.

He grabs me by the hair and flings me across the room. I hit my head on a desk and try to catch my breath. I get up, still gasping for air, and grab the glass lamp beside me.

"What? Are you going to hit me with a lamp?" he chuckles. He looks like a whole ass mess, covered in scratches and some are even bleeding. "This spunk you got is so sexy but also really stupid, love."

He doesn't move closer to me. If I were to hit him right now when he's not near me, would that still be considered as self defense?

I sprint to the door while holding the lamp but then I suddenly get lightheaded and fall. I place my hand on my head and when I remove it, I see blood in my palm.

Shit.

"Help! Somebody!" I scream at the top of my lungs and try to get to the door again but then I'm yanked again by my hair.

"Sh sh shhh! It's ok baby!" he says from behind and into my ear as he brushed my hair away. I start to cry and try to fight his hold but it's not working.

"Get off of me!" I cry out. He shoved me onto the bed again but this time I hit my head on the headboard. I wince and before I could do anything, he ties my hands together with charger cord and then moves down to tie my feet together with his belt. I try to free my hands and kick him but I don't succeed.

He lowers my top, and stares at my boobs while unbuttoning my pants.

"Someone please help me!"

He gets one of Wendy's socks from a drawer and tape from the desk. He shoves the sock in my mouth before taping my mouth shut.

He then goes down to my breasts. "So beautiful," he says before he starts to lick my nipples then trailing down to my private area. He tugs down my underwear and pants. I clench my legs shut and turn in different directions to get him away from me.

"God damnit! Stop fucking moving!" He says punching my head repeatedly. I start to see black spots and stop moving which makes him stop. He pulls down his pants and positions himself at my entrance. I stare at a vase of daisies on the nightstand, not having anything in me to fight anymore.

I cry silently as he thrusts into me and I feel myself slowly going out. I feel so sleepy.

His grunts and the headboard banging against wall, brings me out of it. I hear a voice tell me to not give up. I open my eyes and look at Ace. He has his eyes shut and head tipped back.

"Fuck," he moans.

I loosen the tie on my hands. Not enough to get them off me, but enough to get them off the headboard. I quietly remove the tape and sock from my mouth and spring forward. My hands wrap tightly around his throat and moves out of me, onto his back. I get on top and shake his head back and forth, banging his head on the footboard. He grabs my hair and tugs but I don't let go.

The door opens and two of Ace's friends walk in.

"What the fuck!" they yell shutting the door behind themselves.

"Help me," Ace gargles. Next thing I know, I'm being pulled off of ace and held by both arms by Ace's friend, Jared. Ace sits up and rubs his neck, trying to catch his breath. He glances at me and gets up and moves to me.

"Why are you so stubborn?" He says. He grabs the lamp I had earlier, from the floor and walks back to me.

"Tsk tsk tsk," he says shaking his finger and smirks.

"You're fucking psycho," I spit.

"Dude, what are you doing?" one of his friends, Jeremy, says.

"Shut up Jeremy," Jared says. Jeremy stays by the door and just stares in my eyes. I mouth 'help me please' only for him to look down in shame.

"You keep making this so difficult, sweetheart," Ace grabs my chin and turns my face to him.

"Fuck you," I say to him. Next thing I know, my head gets bashed in by a glass lamp.

Everything goes black for a moment but then I am up in the top corner of the room, watching everything. I see myself as well.

"Ace! What the fuck man!" Jeremy says moving forward. Jared and Ace smirk at eachother before moving my limp body to the bed.

"It's ok she is just having a little nap," he sighs and jerks himself off before sticking it back in. "Now I'm going to finish what was started."

"Wait Ace," Jared says hold his hand out. Ace groans.

"What Jared?"

Jared goes pale and his eyes widen. "She doesn't have a pulse."

"What?" Ace and Jeremy yell. Ace puts two fingers against my neck. After a few seconds his eyes grows wide and he attempts CPR.

I feel my chest heaving while he repeats the pressure.

"Oh my God. Oh my God." Ace puts his hands on his head and backs away from my body, hyperventilating. "What the fuck happened? What am I doing? What have I done?"

"Call 9-1-1!" Jeremy yells.

"No!" Jared says. "He will be thrown in prison!"

"Well that's what he gets, Jared! He fucking murdered and raped Philemon!" Jeremy says before Jared grabs him by the collar and slams him against the wall.

"Do you really want to see our friend in prison? And do you honestly think we won't be thrown in there too? We helped!" Jared screamed. Jeremy shoves him off.

"We? You helped! I didn't do anything!" Jeremy says pointing to himself.

"Exactly! You did nothing! You not saying anything to anyone when you knew, helped us you fucking idiot!" Jared yells.

"Guys!" Ace yells, getting their attention. "Let's just get the fuck out of here!"

I move down infront of Ace. I put my hands up to his neck to choke him. Suddenly he grabs his neck and starts gagging and hurling, struggling to breathe.

"Ace!" Jared yells. I whip my head in his direction and yank him by his man bun.

"What the fuck!" Ace yells. "Guys let's go! Now!"

I follow behind them, preparing to do more to them, but then I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn to see a woman. She has a big, gorgeous afro with daisies in it. Her skin is dark and glowy, some parts are green and has white specs. She has a bra and skirt made out of leaves, moss, daisies, and vines wrapping around her calves. Her eyes are fully black and has big pointy ears.

"Who are you?" I ask.

"I'm Azima," she smiles. She closes her eyes for a moment before opening them again to reveal all white eyes. My mouth slowly opens and my breath hitches.

"I'm here to help you."

"Help me? How?" one of my brows raises.

"Well first off, I want to say that I'm sorry about what happened to you. I would of helped but I just got here and saw you."

I look at her with confusion.

"Let me clarify on some things. My name is Azima. I was seventeen when I passed away. My death was similar to yours too. I've been dead for years, ever since the 90's. When I died, I was offered the opportunity to help others who were facing the same things I was, and I had the opportunity to get back at the man who did it," she says.

"I am a daisy, or daisy killer. We are victims of sexual assault who died and chose to help others and get revenge. We can hear a predators mind. We lure them to us before killing them and leaving daisies next to their bodies."

Rendered speechless, I just stare.

"I know it's a lot to take in. But you are receiving the same opportunity. You will be able to get revenge on those boys while also protecting many other girls from the same fate. Your options are to move on and go into the light right now to make peace, or you can stay here and help others," she says.

"If I accept the offer, does that mean I will never go into the light?" I ask.

"No. You can still go into the light. But the difference is that you will receive a new physical body rather than just remaining a spirit," she says plucking a daisy from her hair.

"That sounds amazing, actually," I watch her kneel by my body, placing the small flower on my lips. "Who would choose the first option?"

"People who don't want their hands dirty. Or people who want the universe to give their abusers punishment instead. Sometimes death may be the easy way out for these people and other times it's the worser punishment. It's way easier to tell with the whole mind reading thing," she says standing up.

"What do y'all do if the guy wants to be killed?" I ask.

"We let the police handle it," she looks at me. "The police obviously know about us. It is a lot of work to get rid of just one body so imagine millions of other bodies. That's why we just leave them. And the daisies we leave with them, let's the police know they were a sex offender."

I nod.

"So? Yes? No?" she asks.

I smile.

(Author's POV)

Azima and Cameron whisk away to the mysterious supernatural world, while Cameron's body remains on her friends bed. The blood starts to dry on her skin.

Soon a concerned Wendy decides to check on her friend, having not seeing her downstairs for a while. As she stumbles up the wooden steps, wobbles around the corner of her bedroom's door frame, she quite literally stumbles upon her dead best friend.

The red solo cup in her hand plummets to floor and her beer mixes with the drops of blood that were produced by Cameron . Wendy screams uncontrollably, her hands cover her mouth as she starts to cry. She rushes to her friend as she pulls out her cellphone, desperately dialing 9-1-1 with her trembling hands.

Her scream grasped the attention of a few others, and that grasped the attention of a few more. Eventually there was a whole crowd that started to gather outside the room.

Ace and Jared ran out of the house while others were distracted. Jeremy, on the other hand, stayed behind. He felt the growth of this nagging feeling of discomfort and guilt build up in his gut. Tears built up in his eyes from panic and regret, making his eyes gloss. Why didn't he do anything to help? He wanted to but just couldn't. But he didn't even try.

These are all the thoughts running through his head.

He hears multiple people calling the police, it clicks in his head. That he can at least help by coming clean to the police. It may be too late to help Cameron, but he was still determined to do the right thing.

-

The police and ambulance pull up to the driveway. Drunken students run away, although they are curious about what will happen; they don't want to be caught for underage drinking.

While some stay on the other hand. Either way, the main focus for the police is the fact that there is a dead teenage girl upstairs, showing visible signs that she was violated in many ways.

As they roll out the crime scene tape and push back that crowd of curious cats, one woman and her friends rush to the front. The screams and tears of her mother.

Multiple officers push her back with a firm but gentle force, as the woman screams and pleads while watching her daughter being whisked away in a body bag.

Desperately wanting to see her daughter, not believing she was dead, she almost tackles the officers. But then she sees the limp arm of the corpse fall over the side of the stretcher from under the black bag.

The hand had the same chipped black polish although some nails were bloody and broken. Around the wrist was a cluster of bracelets, one of which was a garnet bracelet that was identical to the one that Karma always wore.

The mother stood still before collapsing on the floor from weak knees. Her friends go to hug around her as her eyes remain cloudy and wide from shock and disbelief.

The crowd starts to cry as they watch the scene play out in front of them of the grief of a mother.

The flashing blue and red lights pull the attention of neighbors who all start to come around.

Everyone was confused. Some were mainly angry while others were mainly in utter shock and unable to process and further emotion. And then some were bawling out their eyes at the news of their classmate; friend; family; being dragged away in an ambulance with a black plastic covering over her face, signifying that she was gone.

-

It was Monday. The murder of Cameron Philemon took place last Friday and there were no updates on the case from police so far.

The school was full of gossip and mourning faces. Friends huddled together to hug and wipe each other's tears, while others just sat together and stared into space with dull expressions.

A guy walked down the hall, head down and face hidden with his grey hoodie. He makes his way into the men's bathroom, heading to the white porcelain sink.

He rolls his sleeves up, twisting the faucet on and cupping it in his large callused hands. He leans his face over the drain, splashing the cold water on his face a few times before looking at his reflection in the mirror.

(Jeremy's POV)

It has been roughly three days since Cameron Philemon was raped and then murdered by Ace Liverpool. And since I cowardly watched the sexual assault and homicide occur.

My nights have been long, bags have grown deep and dark under my eyes. My hair has been unkept under my hoodie, my facial hair growing thicker and more unkept.

I've been trying to meet up with the police privately but they said they will call me in for when they are ready to question me.

A sigh escapes my lips as I dry my hands with dispensed paper towels. Balling it up and tossing it in the trash can, I turn to see Jared and Ace directly behind me. I jump and press my hands behind me on the sink.

"A-Ace. Jared," I address, trying to keep my calm.

(Author's POV)

As Jeremy tries to remain cool and collected, Ace glares and Jared squints while crossing his arms.

"You haven't said anything to the police," Ace says watching his feet as he slowly approaches Jeremy, before his eyes meet Jeremy's with a death stare. "Have you?"

"No. I haven't," Jeremy says while making his body less tense, to appear more relaxed.

"And you won't. Not ever," Jared chimes in as he too walks closer to the sinks.

"I will-" Jeremy clears his throat to finally speak his mind but is immediately shut back down.

"You won't," Jared says grabbing Jeremy's hoodie. "Do you know what this could do to Ace? To all of us?"

"Do you know what he did to Philemon?" Jeremy mocks firmly as he shoves Jared's hand off his clothes.

"Who cares? This could fuck with all of us and our future if you out him to the police," Jared whisper screams as he looks around to make sure no one is near.

"I don't care," Jeremy says. Ace grabs Jeremy's jaw tightly, pulling him close.

"You will care. If you out me to the police, I'll out you for being a fag," Ace spat. Jeremy's face went pale.

A smirk grows on Jared's face, realizing they struck a nerve. A silence falls on them until a guy walks in the bathroom, giving them a questionable stare before leaving.

Jeremy stares, chewing on the side of his cheek with his thick dark brows furrowed. "Fine," he mutters.

Ace lightly pats his shoulder. "Good," he nods before him and Jared leave the restroom.

Jeremy sighs in frustration, looking back in the mirror only for his eyes to get caught on a figure that was standing behind him.

The tall figure had white, almost grey, skin with black specs; making them look almost like a stone statue. Their hair was black and long with the ends meeting their hips. Their ears stuck out, resembling those of an elf with droopy stemmed daisies falling from the pointed tips. Their eyes were completely black and there were patches of green on the neck, as red tears streamed down it's face.

Jeremy's eyes grow wide as he just stares and examines the beautiful creature both in fear and amazement.

Their body was covered in moss and daisies on the private areas. The ankles and hands were wrapped in stems and twigs. Their body was stunning. They are tall, about five feet and eight inches; chubby with a hour glass frame. The stretch marks on the hips and thighs were black that faded out into red and green.

They start to walk forward, dark and thick brows furrowed in anger. And as they draw closer, that's when Jeremy's face drops.

"Cameron," he mutters while staring at her through the mirror. She tilts her head to the side slightly, pausing behind him.

"What happened to you?" He asks as Cameron's face remains expressionless. "What the fuck is happening to me- How are you here?"

"What happened to me?" She asks. She grabs Jeremy by the hair and pulls his head back as she moves her face by his, watching him in the mirror. "You left me for dead," she says in his ear.

Jeremy shutters in her grasp, beads of sweat forming as he realizes the fangs in her mouth and the claws she has on his head.

"I'm so sorry, Cameron! I really am!" He pleads.

"Liar," she says. "If you're sorry, tell everyone what happened to me. Or else you will be like the rest."

"The rest?" he questions, turning his head back to see her but instead she was gone. He was alone.

He pants, rushing out of the restroom, causing people to give him weird stares.

-

The winter sky darkens. Light emits from the thousands of candles burning in the hands of solemn students and staff members from the school, along with friends and family of the victim. They gather around in black clothing, staring in silence at the photos of Cameron Philemon and the amount of flowers that were left in memory.

Jeremy stands with Wendy, comforting her with one hand as the other holds his candle. He stares at the big picture frame in the center. He bites his lip, deciding whether or not if coming out about what happened is more important than being outed for his sexuality.

As he looks around, noticing people trying to remain silent as they cry; he realizes what truly mattered.

He looked to see Jared and Ace giving him a cold eyed stare before looking at the pictures of Cameron, as if they cared.

Jeremy breathed deeply, removing his arm wrapped around Wendy. He watches the police officers on standby, making sure they were close.

Then with one more deep breath, he walks towards the chestnut podium.

"I would like to say something," he says into the mic, making everyone's bowing heads lift. All eyes fall on him and he feels his heart racing.

"I was never really that close with Cameron," he sighs. "But I did know a few things about her. When I first came to this school, she was the only one to help me around the building and she was the first to give me a smile. She gave me such a safe space whenever I was around. She was one of the sweetest and most loving people I know. And seeing everyone here today, I know that she was loved and other people recognized her as a good person."

He shifts on his feet, looking into the crowd. With a shaky breath, he continues.

"Even some bad people don't deserve what happen to her. What she went through in her last moments," he mutters. Confused looks stare back at him as they talk amongst themselves, feeling a shift in Jeremy's speech.

"I am here right now, to make things right," he says sternly. "See, now there are some bad people who deserve death. And there are specifically two in the crowd right now."

Everyone looks around as Jeremy keeps his eyes locked on Ace and Jared. People connect the dots at who he was staring at, then as everyone watched them; they glare up at Jeremy with widened eyes.

"The night Cameron Philemon died, I was there. Right when she took her last breath. Right when Ace Liverpool continued to rape her body and when Jared Swealed made me stay quiet about it."

"Ace murdered and raped Cameron! And Jared helped by holding her down," Jeremy speaks. The police men rush over to Ace and Jared who try to run away through the crowd, only for them to still get caught.

"You faggot! You're going to pay for this you little shit! I hope your gay ass gets beaten to a pulp!" Ace shouts through the crowd as he gets pulled away by the officer.

"He's lying! Everyone knows fags love drama! He's just making this up because Ace rejected him!" Jared says to the people around them. Some of the crowd stares back at Jeremy.

Jeremy just watched as the officers pull them away. Some other officers, walk up to Jeremy about taking him in for his questioning.

Jeremy nods and turns back to the microphone, staring at the shocked crowd.

"Before I leave, I'd just like to say one last thing," he says catching a glimpse of Cameron's new body standing right next to her crying friends and mother.

"Yes, I am gay. But I would never make this up and I would never like Ace. I know there are a few of you who have witnessed the bullying and harassment I have received from him. And I am sure there are some of you who have seen the red flags he has. Maybe you were also assaulted by him. Either way, believe what you want. I came up and spoke my truth, noticing the possible outcomes of this. How I would be maliciously outed and could be hate crimed by those who take Ace's side. How I could be viewed as a suspect and have my own future tampered. But I don't care. Cameron didn't deserve this."

Jeremy makes eye contact with Cameron, eyes tearing up. "And may she finally find peace."

And with that, he is pulled away by the officers. Commotion erupts throughout the gathered people as Jeremy calmly walks down the steps and towards a police cruiser. Watching Cameron while she watches him be driven off to the station.

Jeremy couldn't decipher whether or not he was just driven insane from guilt, or if he could actually see her. While he sat in his seat, he contemplated on that. Until he felt the coldness of Cameron's hand rest on his in the seat beside him. He turns his head to her.

"They will get what they deserve. For the both of us," she says. Jeremy remains quiet, not wanting the officers to think he's crazy from talking to himself. Cameron leans to his cheek. "Thank you, Jeremy. For everything," she whispers before placing a gentle kiss on his cheek with her plump, black lips.

He closes his eyes in relief and opens them to see she's gone. He breathes in the air as if he couldn't before from all the guilt. He knew Cameron's secret for being gay too. She once told him back when he suffered from internalize homophobia, that it's okay to love who you love. And after hearing her say that, eventually it helped him come to terms with himself.

And since then, he always felt like he owed her. She never knew what he went through, but she always encouraged him to stand up for himself and said she wanted to see him do just that.

So today was they day that he stood up for both of them.

-

(Jared's POV)

Stupid fucking Jeremy exposed us and now we are being taken in for questioning.

We make it to the station and they take me out of the car, propping me on the side as they take Ace out from the other side.

I look around as I wait, thinking about running. But then my eyes meet a stunning woman. I blink a few times, not believing she is real. She doesn't look human.

She smiles, swaying her breath-taking hips when she walks away. Her eyes stay on mine and she waves.

Completely locked in a trance, I wave back with my hand low from the cuffs. Before anything else could happen, we are pulled into the station.

They separate Ace and I. He is pulled down one hall, and I am pulled down the other. I pass the many desks covered in paperwork, though I can't take my mind off of that beautiful woman.

What it would be like to feel her. To fuck her.

The coldness of the ink, brings me back out of my imagination of her tempting body, and I watch the officers press the pads of my fingers on a piece of paper. Then after wiping my hands, they pull me to the interrogation room.

"Detective Mancuso will be in here shortly," the office glared before leaving the room. When the door shuts, I sit and stare at myself in the fake mirror.

"You really got yourself in some shit this time," I mutter to my reflection. I sigh and breathe in the stuff air. I look at my hands, bound together by the cold metal cuffs.

The door opens with a loud creek. When it shuts, I raise my head.

"You," I hum. The woman from earlier makes her way to the table with a smile on her face. "You're a detective?" I say confused.

"I have a few questions for you, Jared. Though I'm sure I already know the answer to them," she says with a warm and deep voice.

God she's so fucking hot.

"And what are your questions?" I flirt.

(Author's POV)

"Aren't I supposed to wait for my lawyer? You could be in big trouble for questioning me without my lawyer present, Ms. Mancuso," Jared smirks with both lust lingering off his words and in his eyes.

The woman smiles and leans over the table, propping on her hands.

"No need to worry about that, Mr. Swealed."

Jared smiles in amusement, he leans back in his chair and man-spreads. "Okay then, ask away."

"Why didn't you stop Ace Liverpool?" The woman says. She walks around the table and stops behind him.

"Because I liked seeing her cute little body struggle and beg for mercy" is what he said in his mind with hatred. But what he really said was "Ace made me help him."

The woman leaned over beside him.

"Would you want to see me struggle and beg under you?" she says seductively. He looks up into her eyes with a lustful haze.

"Yes," he says looking at the woman's plump lips. He slowly closes his eyes waiting for her to kiss him. When she doesn't, he opens his eyes back up to see her smiling.

"That's funny," she hums in amusement, standing straight and walking to the mirror. "It's honestly hilarious to see how stupid you are, Jared."

She smiles in the mirror before turning around and that's when Jared notices who he has been talking to.

"What the fuck," he mutters in fear. "You fucking bitch," he spits.

She hums, slowly walking back to him. He scoots back in fear.

"Don't come any closer!" He shouts. She just stares and continues to smile and hum a little tune.

"I'm serious, Cameron! Back the fuck up!" The metal chair scrapes as he moves back before standing and walking away from her.

Cameron's eyes change from all white, to all red. A deep red, almost black.

"Aw but I thought you wanted to fuck me," she teases. He looks at her like she's insane, as he's backed in a corner.

"You're insane," he says as she draws closer. Like a lion drawing in on a gazelle.

When she is in front of him, she grabs his throat with her talons pressing lightly into his skin.

"And you're dead," her smile drops from her lips. Her face morphs into one without emotion and she digs her nails through his neck; watching his terrified face fill with pain and she watches his blood spill down his neck. He gargles and pulls at her hands, trying to break free from her grasp.

Instead, her other hand shoots through his chest and tears his heart out. She smiles and lifts his still beating heart up in her palm, watching his eyes look at it full of anguishing pain. His last moments are him filling with terror by the one he hurt, returning the favor of death.

His face relaxes, signifying he is dead. Watching the life leave his eyes, rage floods her as his blood seeps through the cracks of her skin. Which absorbs it like a sponge, and only drives her rage.

She throws his body across the room, blood splattering everywhere. She pulls a strand of her hair and places it on the bloodied table. As she walks to the door, the hair strand turns into a daisy.

Now she has one more person to find.

-

Ace sits nervously in the isolation room. His leg bounces up and down from anxiety. What had he done? He just wanted to be with Cameron. Why couldn't she just love him like how he loved her?

These were all his thoughts as he picked at his hands.

"Ace Liverpool," a voice says from the corner. He looks up to see Cameron's bloody body, leaning against the wall.

"Cameron," he says.

"I'll cut to the chase," she says. She grabs him by the hair, slamming his head back into the wall. He struggles in her grasp. She tosses his body like it's nothing.

"How does it feel to have the roles reversed?" She says.

"What the hell happened to you? Why are you covered in blood?" He says in fear, realizing that this is no dream. No hallucination.

"You killed me remember?" She tilts her head. She grabs his face, Jared's blood smears on his pale tear stained cheeks. "The blood is Jared's. I thought I should return a few favors."

Before he could get a word in, Cameron hits him so hard some teeth fly out. She sinks her sharp claws into his leg and just rips down his thighs to his calves, causing him to scream in agony.

Blood flies everywhere and she pulls her hands out of the gaping wound. Ace screams as he sees his bone through his fatty flesh. Cameron hears the pleading thoughts he has; where he is filled with sorrow, fear, and wishes to live.

The rest of her torture was so fast it was like a blur.

She slams his body on the ground, pulling his arms all the way back. She sighs as she listens to the satisfying crack of his bones and his cries for help.

She sinks her hand into his chest from his back, gutting his torso. She turns his head to the left, putting her foot on it to force him to watch her tear every organ out of his body and toss it in front of him. With every drop, blood flings onto his face and he can't even scream anymore.

The last one, his heart. She pulls his head to her direction.

"Surprised you had one of these," she teases before tossing it.

He just stares as the infamous death rattle leaves his lips.

"Revenge is sweet," she sighs. Next thing, she sinks her sharp fangs into his neck; eating away at every bit of flesh. At every vocal cord. Completely detaching it from his body and throwing it across the room, painting the walls red.

She stands back up slowly. Her breathing is jagged as she is finally feeling peace fill her. She can finally rest.

She pulls a strand of hair out and drops it into the pool of blood below her feet, it morphs into a daisy.

She walks to the door and opens it, revealing a white light on the other side. She basks in the light, opening her eyes to see her passed on family members smiling and waiting for her. And then she sees the girl she fell in love with, Azima, waiting with her family and for Cameron's hand. For them to both walk in the light together, to finally put their spirits to rest.

She grabs her hand, their bodies both change back into their previous form. The ones of them before they became ruthless killers.

After spilling blood of countless others, they both realized again that they aren't the monsters. Their victims were. And now they both can exist in serenity knowing that they got their revenge.

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The End.