Cursed Pt 3

Hey there! If your reading this than the assassins failed. Sorry! But at least you get to read another part of Cursed! :D P.S. - (Hope you've read the other parts of this story)

Hey there! If your reading this than the assassins failed. Sorry! But at least you get to read another part of Cursed! :D P.S. - (Hope you've read the other parts of this story) Yeah, I didn't want to really write 150 more words so I copied it!

Created by: Sapphire Flames

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  1. Instantly I flush a bright red and duck my head. They're splashing and throwing water at each like little kids. I can't help but roll my eyes. Guys could be so immature. And, like most girls, I can't help but stare at there chests. There perfectly scuplted chest. Each has abs that looked solid and hard. I bite my lip, hoping they wouldn't notice my insane blush. Jade doesn't seem to notice anything about them, just stands there with an amused experession. The white concrete around the pool is turning a dark gray from the water that was splashing onto it. Jade clears her throat loud enough that the guys would hear - which is pretty loud. They all turn, panting and smiling. Then they see me. Daniel's expression switchs from happy to angery faster than I could blink. And he's out of the pool, water sticking to his body, his hair. The sun reflects off him in the best way, making him sparkle and shine. My breath would be stolen if it weren't for the fact that he was shooting glares that could kill at me. And all I can do is stare. The door slams shut behind and sucking in air is suddenly harder to do. Jade runs after him and Tristan gets out of the water, his teeth glimmering. "Sorry," he says, running a hand through his wet hair, "he's having a bad day." "Could have fooled me." I mutter. He laughs and dives back in the pool, his back arched perfectly.
  2. When his head bobs above the surface, wet hair clinging to his face, I can't help but smile. "Come on Bella! Dive in!" Ren splashes water at me. I jump away and start giggling. "I'm in regular clothes!" I yell back. Tristan and Ren shrug their shoulders at the same time, making me laugh. In the past few days I haven't really laughed. And it feels good. Ren and Tristan start throwing water at me. I dodge as best as I can, but most of the water lands on me. When I hear the door open again I'm drenched. Jade takes one look at me and brakes into laughter. Then I do, then the two other guys join us. And I can't believe my mood lifted as fast as it did. I was all doom and gloom when I got here. Even if I was staying for a few days. But the thought of living with three guys that I didn't know and my friend the witch slash vampire was a little weird for me. But the last few days have benn weird so I don't know what I should have expected. "Ya' coming princess?" I look up and see Ren and a towel over his shoulders. Tristan and Jade disappeared. I shrug. "Sure." I run up to him and we walk together to the door. I try my best not to stare at his chest. But the muscle on his stomach seems to ripple under his bronze skin. His arms are huge too, but not as big as Tristan's. Tristan isn't over the top buff but it does show. Big time. And Daniel. He's hot, tall, and is built for speed. But he has the wounderful six pack going on as well. I shake my head. Daniel hate's me. Why I don't know. "Sorry about Daniel." Ren says when we walk into the house. "He's been having a bad day." "You sound like Tristan.." I mutter. He laughs. "He was outside and we threw him in the pool. After that he seemed ok. Until..." He falls silent. "Until I showed up." I finish. Well if he want's to be like that then to can play at that game. "Hey don't take it personally. He doesn't really like anyone. Just get to know him." We walk into the kitchen and Jade takes one look at us and says, "Upstairs. Shower." Ren rolls his eyes. "Yes mother." And runs up the stairs before Jade can say anything. "If I weren't here the place would be a mess and there would be stripers in the spare rooms." I raise an eyebrow. "Just wait to know them. Then you'll see. You might want to take a shower. No offense but you smell like salt." "Don't know where anything is." I say. "Just follow me. I'll give you the grand tour." She starts up the stairs and I scramble after her with my suitcase trailing behind me.
  3. It turns out the house is bigger than it looks. There's six bedroom upstairs, one study, three bathrooms, a tv room, and all the rooms are huge. Downstairs is the kitchen, two more study's, two bathrooms, the living room, and a game room. Which has a flat screen tv, piano, guitar, and a pool table. Bean bag chairs litter the ground. Jade's right though. The guys seem to be messy. Soda cans and bags of chips seem to be everywhere, which is ticking Jade off. For as long as I can remember she has been a neat freak, kinda like me. I can't stand big messes, but an organized mess is more my style. After Jade let me drop off my stuff, she pointed down the hall. "That bathroom is open." And she stalked away. Probably to clean up the small messes. I walked down the hall, looking at pictures of the three guys on a snowy mountain, them in a tree. I stop at one in picticular. It's off a little girl, her hands on her hips. Her hair is curled and is slightly whispy at the ends. The red dress she's wearing is puffy and she has a smirk on her face. Beside her is another girl with the same expression, except she's in a slim purple dress. Three boys are tied back to back, looking angery and amused at the same time. The way the girls stand is the way you would when you just accomplished something. Chin up, chest out. "Enjoying the picture?" I jump and turn around, my heart in my throat. Daniel is standing in front of me. And in a towel. If I could faint I would. He's tall and I hate the way my hands itch to run up and down his chest. His skin is still a little wet from a shower. "What?" I say, then want to die. Out of all the things to say. "Your standing in front of my door." He points to a door that I hadn't seen. "Oh." I say, and step away. And he goes in without a look back. The door slams and I stand there like any confused person would. I stomp away, fuming and embarrassed. I can't believe that just happened. First I let myself believe he was trying to be nice. Then I stare at him like a moron. The only way it could have gotten worse is if I outright called him hot. I go to the door Jade pointed to and just march in, not caring if anyone's in. The bathrooms made of glass and white porcelain. The shower looks like it could fit five people in it - not that I want to. I turn the water on and make sure there's a towel. I run and grab some new clothes to change into, glare at Dainel's door, hoping that I'll burn holes into the wood, and get back into the bathroom. No way am I walking around in a towel. Not after what happened with Daniel.
  4. "Thanks for the sandwich." I say, swallowing my bite of turkey, cheese, and mayo. Jade shrugs. After I got out of the shower it was strangely quite. And clean. Jade must have worked hard to make it look spotless. When I asked her where everyone was she said, "Probably in the basement." This house never stops. Jade sighs and sits by me. "I think you should stay here longer than three days." I finish my last bite and nearly choke. "Are you crazy? What do you want me to tell my parents? 'Yeah I'm going to live with three guys that I don't know. And remember Jade? Yeah she's fine. And magic is real by the way. And the house is in the middle of nowhere. But it's warm and green where the house is. Yep in winter. So what do you say? Will you let me stay with them?' No way am I staying longer than I need to." "Why not? Don't you understand? Your sixteen. Your father erased your powers. But I don't think he did a very good job. Tristan flew into the oven. I didn't do that. Ren and Daniel didn't do it." "How could I do it then? I'm human and happy to be that way." I say, getting up and putting the plate in the sink. "No your not!" She yells, throwing her hands up. "Yes I am. Maybe he just tripped. It happens sometimes." Jade stomped away, grumbling under her breath, "Stubborn." I stand at the sink, looking at the purple bubbles that fill one side of the sink completely. What's going on with me I don't know. Everybody is telling that I use to a sweet little girl. That I always played around and was caring. Even if that was true, I'm not really that girl anymore. I look at my necklace, which is cold and seems to pulse like a heartbeat. Even my jewelry was having problems. I start walking up the stairs when I hear a bang from downstairs.
  5. I run back down the five stairs that I had climbed. Everything down here looks ok. The bang comes again and the ground under me shakes slightly. The basement. I start looking for a door that might lead me to the basement. I find a door in the study that is supposed to be hidden with a painting. But it's crooked. I pull down the painting, surprised by how light it feels, and open the door. There's a pair of metal stairs that start leading down. I grab the handel and start going down. The walls are covered with soft red wallpaper. There's little candels in holders that throw small shadows across the walls. The creamy light isn't strong, but it keeps me from falling on my face. I faintly see a door at the end and, in handwriting with paint, is written 'training room'. I grab the handel and open the door a crack. I can see wide windows on one side of the wall. The first thing that strikes me as odd is that the windows are letting in sunlight. The floor is made of concrete, with blue mats taking over half the floor. On the far wall I can see weapons of all kinds. Voice's are coming from the part of the room I can't see. "Fine! You win! Just stop trying to hit me with it!" Someone laughs. I open the door more and see that Daniel is slightly on fire. His shirt is blackened and a flame dances on his shoulder. But he doesn't seemed bothered by it. Tristan is bent over, laughing. Ren is watching from the corner, a smile playing around his lips. I watch as they start shoving each other, in a way brothers might do. Watching them makes me feel...happy. I can't explain it but I always feel better around them. I push open the door more and lean against the frame. As soon as I do it though they look up and see me. As usual, Tristan and Ren brighten when they see me. But Daniel looks down at the ground. He looks sad and almost regretful. At least he doesn't leave or stomp past me. "I heard you from upstaris. Wanted to make sure no one was getting blown up or anything." "Don't worry. Daniel called mercy. So it's all good." I smile at Tristan, making a point not to look at Daniel. Ren comes away from his corner. "It was quiet a show. Sucks that you missed it." I shrug. In a way I'm happy I missed it. "What time is it?" Tristan asks. I look at my watch. "It's four." Ren chuckles. "Hopefully the afternoon. Last time we were down here we didn't come up for sixteen hours." I gape at him. "Sixteen hours? What about your windows? The sun had to have gone down." "That's not real light," Daniel says, making it a point that I sound stupid, "it's all magic. Though you wouldn't remember anything like that now would you?" Ren and Tristan shoot him death looks, but I freeze up. "No. I wouldn't. But you want to know something that's funny? I've been nothing but nice to you and you've treated me like s--- from square one. Hilarious right?" "Careful Bella." Tristan looks at me, but I don't pay him close attention. Daniel faces me, almost miring my look. He has his fist balled at his sides like me and we both stare at each other. But under the anger, there's something. Sadness? Or is it guilt? Maybe he's playing with me. That thought makes me madder and I hear metal flying. There's a grunt from Tristan, a thud, and shocked silence. Dainel's the first to speak. "Is that what you call nice? Trying to impale Tristan in the head with a knife? Funny, being nice is real different in my book. And want to know something? Ever stop to wonder why I'm mad? Well, maybe its because, thirteen years ago, I lost my best friend. So stop thinking the world revolves around you because out here we're suffering." I remember a saying that says something about snapping. Like a rubber band being pulled to far and under all the pressure, it snaps. I think I know how that rubber band felt. Everything brakes inside of me - the only thing holding me together is my anger. Which seems to burn brighter and brighter. "Don't you dare tell me of pain. Of loss. You lost your friend? I lost my brother. Want to know what happened? A drunk driver ran into him, shattering the front window and turning his car into a piece of scrapmetal. He didn't die a easy death. He suffered. We got there as they covered his bloody body with a white cloth. Try stopping your mom from screaming and crying while she watches as they take her son away. Try watching your dad lose it and attack the paramedics. And try watching as the blood seeps through the white leaving red marks. I was the one that had to be brave. So, complain some more about you losing your friend. At least you didn't have to put together your brothers funeral because your mom and dad couldn't do it." My eyes sting and my throat burns. There faces are pinched with pity and sadness. But I don't want pity. I want out of here. I run up the stairs, someone yelling my name behind me.
  6. I end up in Jade's room, sobbing into her pillow while she pats my back and combs through my hair. I lay on my stomach, trying to keep all the little pieces together. I don't really cry, but when I do I cry hard. All I can see is my brother, laying in the wooden coffin, his face scratched and the marks a faint purple color. I remember breaking down and running up to his coffin when everyone had left. They had closed it, but I banged on the lid, crying for my brother. My dad had to drag me away. I grab the pillow harder, my nails ripping into the threads. Jade doesn't try talking to me, just waits for the sobbing and crying to stop. But it doesn't stop for two hours. After that I feel exhausted and sick. "Want me to talk to him?" She asks, putting her brush away. My hair is soft and tangel free. "N-no. I'll b-be f-f-fine." I hate crying. It makes my voice shudder and crack. Jade doesn't say anything. Probably thinking of ways to kill Daniel, if I know her at all. "Do you want to go downstairs?" I shake my head quickly. "I'll j-just stay up h-here." She shrugs. "Ok. But if you want the spare bedroom by mine, feel free to have it. Other than that your welcome to share my bed with me." I try to offer her a small smile. She leaves, closing the door. I grab my stuff and hurry into the next room. Which makes me stop when I first get in there. It looks just like my room. Everything is where it is at my house. Even the paper on the floor. I open my closet and see that there aren't any clothes. I throw my suitcase in the closet. I'll take care of the clothes later. I just want to sleep. Even if I don't get dinner. I collapse in the bed, the silky sheets cool against me. I pull the blanket and sheets over my head, expecting the sun to be a problem. But its not. The drapes seem to be darker and make the room cool and nearly pitch black. I lay my head against the pillow, falling asleep with the smell of my room.
  7. *The wind blows my hair across my face. The leafs rustle together, sounding like rain. The clouds are huge and black, thunder rumbling in there bellys. I'm wearing my black dress that flows out behind me like smoke. I hold the umbrella tightly against me. I look down at the tombstone. The one with my brothers name on it. My legs feel like jello but I still stand, trying to breath. I hear leafs crunching behind me. 'Its just another mourner. Someone visiting a grave.' Even as I think it a cool hand is on my shoulder. But I don't jump. I feel to numb to do anything. I just stare at the gray stone as it turns darker from the pouring rain. "Sad loosing someone you love isn't it?" I nod. "I lost someone. Long ago. She was the cutest little girl I've ever seen. But now she's a woman. All grown up and hurting. Even in her dreams." "Then you should make her feel better." I say, my voice void of emotion. He sighs. "I've tried. But she doesn't now what I'm doing. But I'll get her back. She's my queen, you know?" I turn. The guy looks twenty. Maybe nineteen. He has thick black hair. "Who is she?" I ask. He smiles, showing fangs. "You." And he wraps me in his arms.*
  8. I shoot straight up in bed. But I'm not crying or screaming. I feel different. Even with my headache. I rub my forehead. The only light comes from my little clock, the red numbers eery looking, and my necklace. Its a dull red and warm. I press my hand against it. It pulses again, like I'm holding a heart. The thought creeps me out and I reach over to turn the lamp on. Movement catches my eye and I freeze, my hand touching the metal base of the small lamp. My heart beats fast with adrenilen and the necklace matches it beat for beat. I turn on the lamp and look around my room. I don't see anything. The door is even shut. There's a knock, which makes me jump. I hurry to the door. Jade stands out there, yawning. "Why are you up? I ask. "I forgot to tell you something." "And you want to tell me what?" I ask. "Me and the guys were talking. And I know you don't want to talk to them, but they want you to know what they can do? And they also mentioned a little knife that thought he could take out Tristan's head." I groan. So now everyone thought I did it. "Let's get back to the guys." I say. But Jade shakes her head. "Knife first. Guys later."
  9. After I tell her about what happened with the knife thing and after all the question she asked, I felt tired again. "Can we please get to what you came her to say? I'm getting tired." "Your getting tired? You slept forever." "Well, forever was filled with nightmares. And no I don't want to talk about it." I say when I see the look on her face. "Fine. We decide - well I decided - that it would be a good idea if you what we could do. So you don't get all freaked out if stuff floats across rooms." When all I do is lean against the wall behind my bed she continues. "First off, I'm a witch and a vampire. I can make things appear out of no where, I can make spells and potions, I can do loads more too. It comes with being part witch. Tristan, Ren, and Daniel aren't wizards. Or Casters as we call them. There warriors. They have different blood. Yeah it's red, but they can take more pain than a human could. Angel blood is part of their blood." "So their part angel?" I ask. "No. Long ago a angel mixed his blood with strong humans. Those humans were able to do amazing things. As they had kids, there blood was in them too. Get it?" I nod. "So, why can they do?" "Well, Ren can heal and can read minds. Don't give me that look. You should be happy. He can't read your mind anymore. And he can fight. Like a ninja. It's really cool. Daniel can turn invisible and is really fast. Like REALLY fast. Don't get me started on his fighting. That's all he ever does. And Tristan can control fire and is strong. Inhumanly strong. And he can fight fast." I nod, only half listening. "And I lost you. Huh. Well I'll leave you too your bed Miss ADD. Good night." And she leaves. I crawl under the blanket, thinking about what she said. They could all do amazing things. Even Daniel. I fall asleep thinking about what powers I would want.
  10. And that's the end! For now... Anyway I'm sure you can guess that this is, in fact, the end of the 3rd part. So...see ya! Hope you liked it!

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