West came back to his senses to see violet eyes looking at him with disguise. “What?!” West glared back at the cat that seemed to be mocking him, unsure if she knew about his dream. By the look in her violet eyes, Misery defiantly knew. West groaned. Why did it have to be a dream? Why couldn’t she be straddled on him now licking more then his throat. Ok, he admits for that one he should be slapped but he couldn’t resist the thought of her just sucking every inch… “West!” He shot his black eyes back to the cat trying to prevent his mind from getting out of hand along with other things. “Never going to happen,” Misery purred with satisfaction and West tried to throw a over fluffed pillow at the annoying fur ball that was bent on mocking him. “Go get yourself laid!” The cat purred in response.
“Unlike you?” West gave the cat a smirk in a sense to show he was proud to say he had been laid not too long ago. He’d only done it to get rid of the pain of Brook dating another one of those endless guys. “Hopeless…” Misery spoke now looking at him seriously and no longer joking as she spoke. “I know,” The cat spat at him and shook her tail violently.
“No you don’t. It isn’t for the reason you think,” Misery crawled on his lap as West starred at her shocked she would make such a gesture. “It is Hopeless to want what you keep letting go,” West looked away from the cat’s violet eyes that dug deep in to him. “Keep letting go?” West knew exactly what Misery meant. As much as the cat distasted West, she trusted him with Brook. Though after that disturbing dream, she didn’t quiet know why. “Soon she will be completely gone and you’ll blame yourself,” Misery jumped off the bed and on the opened window sill. Misery shook her head. “I actually trusted you with her and believed you loved her but seems like I must save her again,” She jumped out the window, mumbling under her whiskers, frustrated over the dumbfounded ?West. “and I though demons were suppose to be smart,” West couldn’t believe he was agreeing with that evil cat who’s one intent was set on killing him. He shook his self awake and got up out of bed slowly getting his balance back. “Ill kill Austin if it is the last thing I do!” With that, West disappeared through the bedroom door.
Bella stood starring up at a neon sign that had only a piece of wire to hang on to. The sign said “Entrance to Hell” and that was probably exactly what it was. The actual entrance was like that of a subway’s. It had railing and stairs that lead into a dark tunnel. She took a deep breath and started to move towards it but a black cat fell from the roof in front of her. It gave her a brief glance with its violet eyes and darted down the stairway. She took one more breath. “Ok Bella. Calm down and lets go,” She followed the black shadow away from the creepy stairway to an even more creepy hallway. She pulled out a flashlight deciding which way to turn. “Meow,” The black cat’s eyes flickered in an attempt to guide her through the maze. Bella followed, not really noticing that it was Misery that guided her. As the continued making twist and turns, she noticed the dark cave like walls turn an orange tan color as it was illuminated by torches hanging from the walls. The flames flickered and danced on the stone but Bella was to engrossed on finding Brook. Bella and Misery came upon an actual room as they noticed the hallway ended and in its place was a huge rectangle sized opening. Misery peered behind the stone to see who was around. She hissed and Bella stopped in her tracks not sure why she was listening to a cat. “So what are we suppose to do with her remaining friends?” a voice Bella could not place spoke. The voice that followed though was hauntingly familiar and one that Bella didn’t know if she could bare to hear. “Austin doesn’t care about the others. He just needs Brook and that is it,” Bella gasped and put her hand over her mouth to stop from it escaping but Misery knew it was too late. They turned their attention to the hallway. Misery hissed in frustration but stepped out her tail flying around and she tried to appear cute. The cat knew what had made Bella gasp. Sam called to her and she ran up to him keeping them from searching for the unidentified noise. “Well anyway, I say we take her friends for are own fun. The half vamp may be a stick in the mud but I’ve never tried a Mexican witch,” the demon laughed and Sam slammed him against the wall in anger before dropping him as he heard a shocked cry. “Why…You…not…can’t….Why?” Bella breathed words out after each cry as she tried to convince herself to stay strong. “Bella,” He reached for her but she turned from him. This whole time it had been a lie and she trusted him. Sam just stared at her not sure what to do. He didn’t have any room to make an excuse and didn’t try. That only upset her more. The demon he had been chatting with had a friend next to him ready to kill her as she spoke one more time. “I’m Sorry Sam,” She smiled as fake as she could learning a little from Brook. At least she had one thing that Brook had that was useful.
Green, Black, Green, Black. The colors of their eyes that shone back at them through the Mirror. Sike stood tall in the large standing Mirror with Brook sitting next to him. He starred intensely into his eyes, then at Brook’s, then back again. “Black! My eyes are black,” He smiled proud of this most obvious knowledge that he had already known. “Yours are Green,” He marveled at Brook and her oddly shade of green. She looked back at them in the Mirror but they filled her with disgust so she turned to Sike’s reflection next to her. Sike with his light tan skin and his hair not a too dark shade of brown. Then there was those eyes. Black as coal just like West’s and that is what made Brook ponder. What if they were related? It just be another one of West’s many lies he kept stringing along. Brook could really care less now. She would forgive him if he would just show up. In fact, Brook would be pleased to know Sike was his son at least then he would have a true relative that she didn’t kill are drive to killing herself. Brook pulled him on to her lap and hugged him. Strange but she just felt like holding something that made her not feel useless. “Mommy?” Brook looked at him sadly. She didn’t want to replace Emma. “I’m glad you could be here with me,” He spoke sweetly. Sike knew she wasn’t his true mother but he was happy to have her as his mother. “I love you too, Sike,” Sike smiled as she kissed him on the forehead. He was the only thing making everything not seem so hopeless.
