“NO!” she yelled, sitting up as though electrocuted. Her breathing was choppy, and her face was covered in sweat. She was shivering horribly, as the memory of Derek washed over her like molten lava. “He’s gone...he’s gone now...” she whispered to herself, slowly trying to calm down. Her stomach growled, and her head pounded with the need for food. The nightmares always got worse when she was hungry...

“Why hello, Streets,” said a smooth voice from nearby. Henna wheeled around, and her stomach lurched. The greasy kids from earlier. When would she ever be rid of them?! “I don’t think we were ever properly introduced. I’m Lars,” the small one said. “And this is Brian.” The biggest one glared evilly. Henna stood up, trying to orientate herself, while her head was still spinning with images of Derek.

“What do you want?” Henna said, trying to sound impatient instead of terrified. “I’m a little busy.”

“Doing what? Sleeping?” Brian said, snorting. “Listen, we just met up with your little friends.” Henna stared in genuine confusion. Friends? She didn’t have friends!

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she muttered in disgust, and turned to walk away.

“Oh no, you don’t. You can’t expect to get away with stuff like that!” Lars said. “You send people to take care of us? We’ll take care of you,” he finished, grinding his teeth together in indignation.

“I honestly don’t unders–” Henna began to explain, but she was cut off when Lars’ fist connected with her right eye.

“How does it feel?” Brian said. “Whoa...what happened to your hand?” he then asked, apparently distracted. Henna pulled her hand up close against her chest in fear then, but Lars grabbed it and stared.

“What did you do to it?!” he said in disgust.

“None of your damn business!” Henna yelled in pure rage. She curled up her fist, and sank it as hard as she could into Lars’ face. That was her downfall. If Lars and Brian hadn’t planned on revenge before, they sure did now. Henna couldn’t remember seeing such rage in a person as she did now. She could see that two black-eyes were already forming on Lars. Brian pointed this out to him in awe.

“I think she broke my nose!” Lars said nervously, gingerly pressing on his nose. Henna decided not to stay and see what happened to his nose, and made a run for it. But she didn’t get very far. At Lars’ orders, Brian tackled her to the ground. Lars was in a blinding rage. “First you send people out to get us, and now you give me two black-eyes?!” he yelled in rage. “You’re going to wish you’d never been born!”

Henna lost count of the punches she’d received. Forgotten how many times she had dropped to the ground in pain just to be picked back up and slammed against the wall. Not once did she let out a cry of pain. Not once did she cry a single tear. She was Henna Marie Davis, and she didn’t need to cry. She was strong...she was strong....

“You’re such a weakling,” Brian was saying as she struggled to get free. “Look at her, she’s pathetic! No wonder you sent those guys after us! There’s no way you could handle us yourself. You’re weak.”

Henna’s brain seemed to go numb then, and she didn’t know where she was. Past or present? Once again, somebody was calling her weak. Her body stiffened, and she forgot everything for a second. She forgot who she was, what she was, where she was...all that mattered was that the man holding her so tightly had just called her weak.

“I’m not weak, Derek,” she whispered.

“What? Who the hell is Derek?” Lars said, frowning. “I think we might’ve roughed her up a bit to much...”

“I’M NOT WEAK!” Henna suddenly bellowed loud enough for everyone to hear. Then, without warning, she reared her head back, and did the most natural thing she could think to do. She bit Brian’s forearm, causing him to let go of her immediately. But she didn’t stop there. She would show him she wasn’t weak. She allowed her teeth to sink into his veins, slowly drinking the life from his body.

It felt so good...so good...

“JESUS! Get her off me! She’s biting me! She’s got my arm!” Brian was screaming in fright. All Henna wanted to do was finish him. It would be so easy to drink every last drop of blood in this boy’s body.... And she was so hungry...

“NO!” she screamed in horror, and let go of Brian just as he was about to faint. His blood trickled down her chin, and she reached up to touch it with her fingers. “ oh...no...I’m so sorry... take him home...he’s lost a lot of blood. Make him sleep.”

“What did you do to him?! You freak!” Lars was yelling, watching his friend, who was now an odd, yellow color. He didn’t wait for an answer, however, as he practically dragged his large friend away.

Henna stared blankly ahead. She’d done it again. She’d bitten a human. Her whole being stood completely still, taking in what she had just done. This would never stop, it would always keep going. She would continue to bite, to kill, until she was dead. At least she had that. She would die...she knew that much. She was part wizard...she held on to that fact.... It wasn’t enough though, things couldn’t stay this way. She would keep feeding like a vampire, she would keep killing like a vampire. She was no different than a murderer.

For hours she walked around, the half-moon shining down on her. She wandered until she didn’t know where she was anymore. Her entire body ached, her eyes throbbing, her lips swollen. She knew she must look like death. Her torn tee-shirt, her dirty blonde hair, her black and blue body, all mixed together to make her look utterly wretched.

It wasn’t long before she reached what appeared to be her destination. She looked to see that her feet had taken her to a church, and only she knew why she wanted to go there. She had normally hated churches, knowing that they held crosses and holy water. But Henna was strong, she could handle it. She was so proud of herself, for not once did she let out a whimper. Her eyes remained dry. She didn’t let out one single emotion, and her heart was as black as her eyes.

As she had expected, the door was locked, but she didn’t pay any attention to that. She slammed her unharmed hand into the stained glass of the window. It cracked. She tried again. It broke.

Glass slipped through her skin, rubbing against her bones, sending blood across her hand. Now that both of her hands were extremely injured, she had a hard time getting through the window. Finally she managed it, and began to wander. Except that she had a purpose. She climbed stair after stair, until she finally reached the top. She opened a window on the top-most floor, and went out onto the roof. Finally, she would end this. She would leap from this roof, and her soul would die. She smiled at the thought, the taste of Brian’s blood was still in her mouth. She deserved to die...

She moved to the very edge of the roof and hovered there, her eyelids dropping as if she was half-asleep. She closed her eyes, preparing to jump. “You’re right, Derek...I am weak.... I give up...”

“You’re giving up?” said a soft, familiar voice. Henna wheeled around quickly to see Remus standing there, his hands in his pockets. His hair blew about softly, sticking on end and making him look utterly handsome. “That doesn’t sound like you.”

“Go away,” Henna muttered, and for the first time, she had some trouble holding her emotions in. She almost sounded upset!

“No thanks,” Remus said calmly. “Are you going to jump off then?” he said impatiently. Henna stared at him in shock. She had been expecting him to try and talk her out of it...not tell her to get on with it!

“I am,” she said shakily. “But I’d like to do it alone, thanks.”

“No, I’d rather watch,” Remus said, giving a loud yawn. He saw the thing he had been waiting for...a response. She was angry. He almost smiled at his success. His plan had worked. There was no way she would jump now...

“You...you want to watch?!” she said indignantly. “I’m going to kill myself, and you don’t even care?”

“Does it matter to you if I care?” Remus asked, moving towards her a little.

“No,” Henna said firmly, noticing that he was edging nearer, and for some reason her throat wouldn’t work. It wouldn’t allow her to push him away. “Don’t come any closer, or I’m going to jump!” she finally managed. Remus ignored this, and kept walking. “Did you hear me?”

“Yeah, I heard you,” he muttered indifferently and kept walking.

“I’m going to jump!”

“No you’re not.”

“I will!”

“Then do it,” Remus whispered, but now he was right next to her, looking down into her horrified face. “I dare you.”

“You dare me to jump off the roof?” she asked, her heart in her throat, causing her to choke.

“I double-dog-dare you,” he said. They stared at each other for a long time, while Henna battled with herself. Ths man was insane....but she realized something then. While his posture was lax and comfortable, his arms were poised, ready to stop her if she tried to leap to her death. Her heart ached with that knowledge...somebody did care....

“What are you doing here?” she asked. “Go away!” she yelled then, getting angry. She was terrified now, not of him, not of the roof, but of her own emotions. They were showing through. Soon Remus would see how upset she was. She could never let him see that, she could never let him see her cry.

Tears welled up inside her, and she wanted nothing more than to drop onto the ground, screaming and kicking like a child. Instead, she closed her eyes. When she opened them again, her usual attitude was back in place.

Remus’ heart sank like a rock as he saw her rid herself of her emotions. He thought he’d been close to finding out the truth about her.

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