Young Writers Society

*This is part nine of my series “Love in decaying hearts”. This is underneath my folder titled “Love in decaying hearts”. Gacha Club character designs are on my wall. Enjoy!*

The three were all trapped by Cassidy…or were they?

Melanie took a deep breath and closed her eyes, thinking of how Lenore warned her to be careful, how Lenore cared for Edalyn, how Melanie’s own mother cared for her enough to keep the family’s magic a secret, how the ghosts Melanie saved only wanted to go to Heaven, how…

How Fiona loved Azrail, after she learned what he was.

Love was powerful as it was peaceful, and it surged through Melanie’s veins as lava liquid, as the blood flowed from the heart in the human body, and spread to her, to Azrail, and to Twilight.

The black goo broke away, and the three of them landed back on the ground.

Twilight looked at her in awe, but Azrail only smiled as though he were proud of her.

“Come now, let’s go kill Cassidy.” Melanie said.

With Melanie in the lead, the three of them went off.

……………………………………………………

They found Cassidy outside, who was tending to flowers in her garden. Sensing their presence, her back stiffened, and she turned sharply around, green eyes glowing with power.

“You dare challenge me?” Cassidy asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.

Melanie nodded. She wasn’t going to play games, she was ready to fight.

Cassidy laughed and let black, red-dotted liquid pour from her fingertips, laced with hate and malice.

Pink, slightly golden liquid fell from Melanie’s own fingers, countering her spell.

Cassidy is older than you, she has more experience.

But she doesn’t know what real love is like! That’s got to mean something, right?

What does it matter? She must have loved once, and look at what happened to her.

Cassidy is weak. She acts strong, but she lets the past tie her down. That is a debilitating, draining weakness.

Maybe you’re the one that’s weak. Maybe you just don’t want to give up.

Twilight, who never wanted to be involved in the first place, was being held down by the black goo, the substance eating away at her skin. The girl who bullied Melanie once had her own family, her own people to come home to.

Cassidy pinned Melanie down with her magic. What magic did Melanie have, anyway? The thought of getting up, of fighting her again made her sick to her stomach.

“Let them go!” Azrail hissed.

“So the vampire has a heart after all? Well, it’s a little late for that.” Cassidy seethed.

Azrail lunged towards her, Cassidy herself standing completely still, only to place a clawed hand around his neck, choking him.

“I said that the three of you would die, didn’t I?” Cassidy asked, her voice sounding slightly serpentine.

She was choking him as though it were nothing. Azrail Williams, the vampire who had killed a great deal of people that he felt guilt and wanted to repent for every victim of his. Every single one of them.

Cassidy wanted them to feel hopeless. Like they couldn’t do a thing, like their actions were absolutely worthless.

Melanie’s vision was starting to become blurred, but she wouldn’t let it overtake her. If she died, then everything she did was for nothing.

“You may think that there’s no light left, but you couldn’t be more wrong!” Melanie cried out.

And with that, she surged from the black goo, pink and golden liquid spilling from her fingertips and blasting Cassidy to the dust, the sound of death popping in her ears.

As a kid, her parents taught her to fight the darkness, no matter what.

Melanie didn’t come that far just for them all to die, just to never see her family again.

The clouds of dust floated steadily in the air, a black hole where Cassidy’s body once was on the sticks and leaves.

Who was Cassidy, back when she was young and free?