The deep thrum of music absorbed the dancefloor, crowded with people in a state of blithe indifference, moving in a hypnotic oblivion, ensuring no one perceived the agonizing pleas. It was perfect for…
"Don't hurt him! Please…"
Iren gasped while plead with her eyes toward at Ben who held the guy in a tight, vise-like, suffocating grip. The guy's face was savagely wrenched by pain. Standing behind him, a cold smirk curved Ben's decisive mouth.
"No one stands between us, my love", a venomous hiss crept inside her, gnawing into her heart.
"Please…"
One move, one dry crunch, and ragged shred of the throat dangled, still clutched in Ben's fingers. Blood slowly trickled down his elbow… The guy's head lolled to the side, like a rag doll.
Iren's breath hitched, her eyes rolling in the unbelievable reality.
A desolate glance of shared burden passed between Rachel and Megan. Megan instantly enveloped her sobbing, terror-stricken sister, the abrupt warmth of the embrace a silent.
The power of a cold, unified hate sealed their bond, even as the darkness in Iren's core swelled. The terrifying necessity of the powerful ritual demanded their surrender… an opening of their souls to the Dark.
On this Halloween's night the abandoned house became grim breath of darkness.
Iren ran. Fear saturated her entire being. Every time when he emerged in her life, Ben's decisive love terrorized her, methodically eliminating anyone who stood in the way of their union.
Her fresh, painful breath tore through the profound silence. This quiet offered her a calmness from the noise, from the lifeless body of Mike, which lay in an unnatural contortion on the floor. Far from Ben…
A sound of rustling behind her made Iren to freeze in the realization of a hostile presence. Her body instantly turned to stone, she knew precisely what was there: his gaze with passion and merciless.
"Iren…"
His word, crawling on her skin like a cold blade.
Iren dragged a deep, shuddering breath into her constricted lungs.
Ben closed the distance while she remained frozen. He became closer. Another step. And… Now he stood directly behind her.
She felt his sultry breath, his onerous touch.
Rachel and Megan swept in hall murmuring the incantation. Ben's body went rigid. He recognized the terrifying gravity of the ritual.
Lights up.
The space instantly thickened, rarefied air hit into Ben's lungs. Iren and Ben were staying at the centre of a dark, elder evil. Rachel and Megan continued to murmur the incantation. Slowly, but with profound decisiveness, Iren joined them.
The wind tore through the derelict house. The candles flickered at the precipice where the powers of three witches intertwined in an eldritch, ancient covenant.
Iren swivelled to face Ben. In her eyes was pain and desperation, curdling to pure spite.
The three witches initiated the final rite, ebbing with every spoken word toward the exit.
"No one stands between us, my love. No one stands between us!"
Lights off.
The door slammed shut, consigning Ben to the grim house. He hurled himself toward the door. A searing bolt of pain slammed him back onto the bloody floor.
The walls of the derelict house groaned with the strong wind. And with Ben's rage.