Dark Longing

Selena Abbott discovers that she isn't what she thought she was and neither was her mother. Plunged into a dark world will Selena be able to resist the darkness or will she give in to the dark longing?

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34. Chapter Thirty Four: Revenge

ABENA DIDN’T WAIT long to start getting her revenge – something I discovered when a hand wrapped itself around my arm and yanked me into an empty classroom. Ash towered over me, his brown hair dishevelled and blue eyes angry.

“Let go of me!” I demanded, trying to pull my arm free.

“Looks like your boyfriend’s been busy,” he snarled, shoving a newspaper into my hand.

Confused, I cast my eye over the front page. The blood drained from my face when I saw the headline. “Three Found Drained of Life.” I felt sick after I’d read the article. Three female teenagers had been found in the same wrinkled and aged state as Melissa Crowe in a local park.

“It wasn’t him,” I whispered, gripping the paper so tightly that it started to rip.

Ash snatched the newspaper from me with a snort. “Sure it wasn’t. Who else could it have been?”

Abena. It had to be her. Oh, God. What if my family were next?

“I have to go.”

I moved to walk around him but Ash pushed me against the wall. “This is your fault, Selena. Their deaths are on you. If you’d just gone to the police like you told me you would none of this would have happened.”

Tears spilled down my cheeks. He was right. Abena had murdered those poor girls because of me.

Ash gave me a look of disgust before leaving the room. The door slammed behind him.

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes. I needed to calm down. I needed to make sure that my family was okay.

But when I opened my eyes and saw who was blocking the door and I knew I wouldn’t be leaving the room alive.

“Hello, Selena,” Abena purred. She was in the same leather outfit and her short blonde hair was so spiky that it could probably cut skin. “I see you’ve heard the news.” Shaking her head, Abena took a step towards me, her face a mask of sadness. “Such a terrible business. I do hope no one else gets hurt, especially not you.” Her lips twisted into a sinister smile. In the blink of an eye she was in front of me and Abena’s hand was wrapped around my neck. “Nothing to say? That is a shame.” There was nothing I could say that would stop Abena from doing what she wanted to. I just hoped that my death would satisfy her and that she wouldn’t go after Hayden or my family. “You’re not much fun, are you? It’s pretty obvious though that Rhyker’s only with you for one reason.” Her purple eyes dropped to my chest.

“Which brings us to the reason we’re both here. Seeing as you could feed me for the rest of my life I could keep you alive,” she mused, running a thin finger along my jaw. “But I want to see the look on Rhyker’s face when he realises that you’re dead.” Glee filled her features. “So any last words?” I glared at her hatefully but didn’t speak. Sighing, she said, “How dull. Oh well, time for you to die. I think I’ll have a snack first though . . .”

Abena’s hand slid through my chest and I cried out in pain. Blue light danced around Abena as she fed from me. The agony of my soul being eaten filled my cells and I was sure that I was going to pass out at any moment.

I had the strangest urge to reach into Abena’s own chest. So I did. Abena’s shrill screams hurt my ears and I watched with a strange detachment as she released her grip on me. Her face was aging and realising what I was doing, I let go of her. Abena fell over backwards, unconscious as she hit the ground.

Green tendrils of light touched the edge of my vision as I stood panting. A glance down revealed that it was coming from my own chest. My heart rate accelerated and I started gasping for air as I stared at the wrinkled form nearby. Scrambling over to the door, I ran down the hallway to the girls’ bathroom and locked myself in a cubicle. A sob escaped my lips and I dropped my head into my hands. I shakily withdrew my phone from my pocket and I sent Hayden a text.

College. Now.

Hyperventilating, I hugged myself. Even though my eyes were closed I could still see the green light coming from my soul.

 

 

“Selena?”

Hearing Hayden’s voice, I got to my feet and opened the door of the cubicle. His face crumpled in relief upon seeing me and he wrapped me in his arms.

“Selena, what happened?” Hayden stroked my hair, his lips near my ear.

“I . . .” Swallowing, I looked up at him, the blue light of Hayden’s own soul mixing with the green of mine. “Abena was here.”

“Did she hurt you?”

“I nearly killed her, Hayden,” I whispered.

He clutched me closer. “Tell me everything.”

After I had explained what had happened Hayden kissed my head, saying, “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“I don’t understand how I did it though. Was I absorbing Abena’s soul?” I shuddered at the thought.

“It sounds like it.”

I dreaded to think what else I was capable of.

“We have to leave Newtown, don’t we?” I asked already knowing the answer. “To keep my family safe.”

His expression one of sadness, Hayden laced his fingers through mine. “Yes, Selena. I’m sorry but we do.”

 

 

The sound of a ringtone woke me. Beside me Hayden was driving the car. It was dark outside. We must have been driving for hours. Retrieving my phone from my pocket, I answered the call.

“Hello?” I mumbled, rubbing my eyes.

“Selena!” Dad cried. “Where are you? Please tell me you’re not with Hayden. Ash told me all about him. I know that he’s the one that’s been killing young women. You have to come home right now.”

Groaning, I silently cursed Ash. I had thought that it was impossible for him to piss me off even more. I’d been wrong. In fact I was starting to hate him.

It was good to know that dad was okay – I’d worried that Abena would hurt him, Kayleigh or Lisa to get me to return home. Abena hadn’t been in the classroom when Hayden had gone to look and I hoped that she was following us now.

“No, Dad, Ash is wrong. Hayden hasn’t hurt anyone.”

“He’s using you, Selena,” Dad insisted. “He’ll kill you next. Please come home.”

My bottom lip trembled and my voice broke. “I . . . I can’t. I’m sorry.”

“Selena! Tell me where you are!”

“I love you, Dad.”

Sobbing, I ended the call.

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