Hannah
There are two types of anger, one is wet and the other is dry. Wet anger is when your eyes water and your voice shakes and I that because no matter how angry I am, I feel weak because I’m crying. Dry anger is when your face is like stone and your voice is sharp and I guess wet anger shows that you care too much and dry anger means that you’re done.
It’s been two days since I last saw Erin, and I don’t know where she is or what she is doing, and quite frankly, I don’t care. I don’t give a shit that my anger was wet while I was with her, that was in the moment, but now, whenever I think about her and every single lie she has told me my face turns to stone and if I were to yell at her again, my voice would be so sharp it could cut her soul into pieces. I’m so angry with her that I don’t want anything from her, I don’t need me doing any favours. I haven’t slept for two whole days, I’ve been researching, looking for something that I could use to undo the effects of what she did, I don’t need her to fight my battles for me anymore, I’m not the innocent girl I used to be.

I stumbled into my bathroom and stopped in front of the sink, gripping the sides of the counter to keep me upright while I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I’ve looked better, and it is painfully obvious that I haven’t even touched by bed in a while; it’s obvious that I’m running on coffee and Monster right now. My black eye and my busted lip spoke for themselves when I thought about the ‘punishment’ I’d received from Sebastian, but it only fuelled my anger and made me want to go against him anymore. I looked down at his hand shaped bruises around my wrists and laughed at them, that stupid bastard doesn’t realise what a monster he is going to be creating.

Sebastian pulled me off of him and stopped me from crying while he dragged me through the house and down to the basement.

“What are we doing down here?” I asked.

“I told you,” He growled “You’re doing to be punished for what you did to me,”

“Oh come on,” I groaned “I’m an eighteen year old girl and I was in love with Jimmy way before I even knew you and you really expect me to only ever fuck you?”

His response was to grab me by the arms, turn around and slam me into the wall behind him so hard that the bricks crumbled a little.

“You slut,” He spat “You are about to become my Queen and you should show me some respect, I will NOT LET YOU FOLLOW IN YOUR DEAD MOTHERS FOOTSTEPS!”

His voice echoed through the house and shook the whole basement, but I didn’t flinch the slightest at his outburst.

“What are you going to do?” I chuckled “Kill me just like you did her and leave yourself without a Queen?”

“I will never be without a Queen,” He growled.

“You will be if you kill me you moron, I don’t have a daughter for you to perv on until she’s eighteen years old so that you can force her to marry you,”

“I would do whatever I had to,”

“I don’t even want to know what that means,” I faked a shiver of disgust “So can we just get this punishment out of the way? You can beat me around until you’re satisfied and then I’ll promise to never do it again and blah, blah, blah…”

The beating I got wasn’t nearly as bad as I had been expecting, but I knew that it would be so much worse if I ever went against him again. Once he finished throwing his punches, dragging me around the room, throwing me against the walls and all of that, he crashed his lips against mine, making them hurt even more and he didn’t even seem to mind the blood that had filled my mouth and was staining my teeth at this moment in time.

He didn’t care that my back was battered and bruised, he slammed me against the wall again and hiked my skirt up and around my waist before tearing off my panties. He lifted me by the ass and I wrapped my legs around his waist to make sure that he wouldn’t drop me. He pinned my hands above my head with one hand and undid his belt with the other while keeping me against the wall with
his body.

I could feel his length pressing against me, and while anyone else would have been screaming no in this situation, I found my core dampening as my want grew for him and filled my eyes with lust. Once his pants were around his ankles, he looked into my eyes.

“You have to say it,” He grunted “You have to say ‘yes’ before I can do this,”

Right, because even the King of Hell needs consent to enter your body, in more than one way.

“Yes,” I growled before crashing my lips against his again, tugging on his bottom lip with my blood stained teeth as I pulled back.

He thrust into me, hard, and I moaned loudly. His large hand ran up my thigh roughly before slipping behind me and squeezing my
ass roughly.

For ten quick minutes, I could let some of my anger out in a very fun and un-harmful way, all of the harm had already been done.

I know he is planning the wedding and all I have to do is show up, wear the dress and say ‘I Do’, and as the days pass by, I get more and more excited about becoming his Queen, because after I say those two little words, he’ll change me and I won’t be human anymore, I won’t be a simple little witch, I’ll be more powerful than I’d ever imagined I could be, and so many people will bow to me and those who don’t will suffer greatly. I am their queen, ruling the world under their feet and I can snap their pathetic little bodies in the blink of an eye.

Nobody else was home, my father has been missing for days, but I think I remember him saying something about another business trip, not that I really cared where he was at this moment in time. Family is the last thing on my mind. When I think back to how I used to be, I was awkward, scared of my own shadow, always had to know where Dad was, always looked after everyone around me as best I could… but now? I couldn’t give two shits; so I guess my transformation won’t be that much of a shock to my system.

There was loud, rapid banging on the front door of the house from downstairs, as well as the doorbell ringing frantically. It was so loud I could have sworn it was my bedroom door and not the front door. I zapped myself downstairs and to the door before I threw it open quickly, a pissed off look on my face, to see Jimmy standing on the steps outside with an angered, and drunk look on his own face.

“What?” I snapped.

“Is it true?” He asked, pushing past me so that he could get into the house.

“Is what true?” I asked, annoyance clear in my voice.

He paused for a second and looked at my face and then right into my eyes.

“… Did you kiss Brian…?”

“Yes,” I answered immediately “I didn’t do it myself, Sebastian used my body and he did it when he wanted to hurt you before, so, I hate to think what he would do to hurt you now,”

“Why would he want to hurt me now?”

“He found out that I fucked you,” I told him bluntly, pointing to my face and walking into the kitchen while he followed quickly behind me “Who told you about the Brian thing, anyway?” I asked.

“Matt told me!” He yelled “Matt had to tell me that by best friend since forever kissed the girl I loved,” He slammed his fist down onto the counter and roared loudly “And… he liked it,”

“You say Matt told you this?” I asked “Well, I can’t say that I care all that much about you finding out because there isn’t anything between us anymore, I don’t feel anything other than anger these days,2 I paused and looked down at my hands when I felt them starting to get hotter and hotter “But Matthew Sanders has had it out for me for some time now, he cares more about his band than he cares about his best friends feelings and he wanted me out of the picture swiftly so that he could get his precious drummer back,”

“What are you saying, Hannah?” He asked “You don’t care about me anymore? You don’t care about what we have?”

“We don’t have anything, James!” I yelled throwing the ball of fire that was building in my fist against the wall “We haven’t had anything for some time and I think you know that, you did with me what you’ve always done with women and you buried your true emotions and just fucked me, because that’s what you do best, right?”

I didn’t know where this was going, or where it was coming from, but I was throwing the words at him like they were darts on my tongue, and by the look on his face they were hurting him, so it was working, I wanted him to hurt, maybe even cry, and I certainly wanted him to hate me, I never wanted him to come back to me, I never wanted to see his face again.

“Matt did tell me,” He said lowly.

“FUCK!” I screamed before throwing Jimmy across the room and vanishing out of the room.
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Matt
I was in the garage, practicing my screaming alone. Luckily for my parents, our garage was soundproof so they didn’t have to listen to this all day.

“So,” A voice chuckled darkly from behind me. I whirled around to see Hannah standing in front of the closed garage door, inside the garage “You like to scream, do you?”

“What are you doing here?” I asked, taking a step back when she took one forwards.

“I’m here to give you something to scream about!” She laughed menacingly “You told Jimmy that I kissed Brian,”

“He deserved to know,” I defended “And I knew that neither of you were going to do it,”

“That’s not why you did it at all,” She told me, tilting her head to the side “You told him because you want him to be out of love with me and completely over me so that he will come back to you and be your little puppet,”

“Lies,”

“Lies?” She stepped forward again “I think you forget that I can read your disgusting thoughts, Matt, and I’ve been doing it for some time, and not only do you want me away from Jimmy, but you want to try this,” She held her hands out to her sides “Just once, just to see what all of the fuss is about, right,”

“No,” I choked.

“Yes,” She giggled creepily “I’ve been reading your thoughts for a while Matthew, since before I’d even uttered a word to Jimmy, and although back then I was scared of what I am and tried not to use my powers, I couldn’t help it around you because…” She trailed off and suddenly appeared right in front of me and backed me against the wall “YOU THINK TOO LOUD!”

I ducked out from between her and ran for the door that leads into the house, but she locked it with a click of her fingers, so I ran for the garage door and hit the big red button to open it, but it didn’t get very far before she stopped it. There was a gap underneath it that I could probably fit through, so I went for it, but as soon as my hands were underneath the door, it came crashing down on my fingers and I roared in pain and cradled my broken fingers against me.

“You underestimate my power, Matthew.” She laughed, lifting me off of the ground without even touching me. Her hand was in the
shape of her holding my neck, although she wasn’t actually touching me and she slid me up the wall and onto the ceiling and started to squeeze my neck, choking me “Already and I am so much more powerful than you,” She told me, her eyes wild with power “And soon, I’ll be more powerful than anyone you have ever come across, and you won’t ever want to be on the wrong side of the Queen of Hell, would you Mattie?”

I shook my head rapidly and tried to beg her to put me down, but she just threw her head back and laughed.

“I don’t need you dead to drag you down to Hell, I’ll take you alive and kicking,”
Suddenly, the door from the house to the garage was kicked down and Jimmy burst in, holding his Dad’s gun.

“Go ahead,” Hannah smirked at him “I could use a good… tickle,”
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Sebastian
Everything was going to plan. The wedding would be two weeks from today and it was going to be beautiful and perfect, my bride was going to love it.

Of course, she wasn’t going to have much time to enjoy it because as soon as that second ring is on her finger, he transformation will begin and she’ll sleep for the rest of the party, leaving her friends and family to grieve over their loss while I celebrate with my clients, business partners, friends and followers over the arrival of our Queen.

I knew how strong she was going to be, and that was just what we needed, down in Hell and up here on Earth, and already she was so angry. I could keep adding fuel to the fire, telling her truth and lie about darling little Erin seemed to be the most effective these days, so I’d use that the most, and soon, she would be the most vicious, violent creature to ever roam the earth.

She was spending some quality time with big 'ol Matthew, giving him a little scare, but I would surely want to see the state of him once she's finished with him. She won't kill him, not yet, she just wants to give him a right good scare.

Notes

Sorry this chapter is up so quickly after the last one!
E's amazing chapter really just had this one flowing out of me and I had to post this.
This also speaks for itself!

Enjoy!

More to come from E! <3

~ LMV