Untouchable by Marii Solaria

Chapter 68 – Playtime

“Pleasure is sweetest when ‘tis paid for by another’s pain” – Ovid

Lady Sanguine

The essence saturating my former parents” room flooded my mind with memories freed from their burial chambers. Memories of hiding under their bed to spook them fresh out of the shower or drenching my clothes in Ashley’s expensive perfume. My childlike innocence lingering in the corners of the teal walls, fading away to nothingness. There’s no question that I loved Ashley and Steven–they were my world, my role models, and my protectors rolled into one. A part of my heart still aches for them; a relic of my younger years that wished for them to call me their Princess again.

But they stripped their princess of her crown because of their cowardliness.

I hated this ache. Dull. Bothersome. Gripping the hilt of my bloodied blade, I had the choice to carve it out of my chest or eliminate the source. Who am I if I didn’t choose the latter? It is why I’m here, isn’t it?

A sparkle suddenly flashed in my peripherals. I turn to the black vanity table ornamented with jewelry and framed family pictures. The magnetic pull of the sparkle drew me to a gold necklace resting in a small box lined with black velveteen, glittering underneath the fluorescent lighting.

My eyes bulged out of their sockets. It wasn’t an ordinary gold necklace. Hooked around the bail was a bumblebee pendant with its wings spread. I picked it up by the pendant to flip it over, fingers running over the engraving.

“To our little Honeybee.”

“I’m not a little bee! I’m a big bee!” A voice echoed in my head, loud and proud. Tears pricked my eyes as 1 remembered how I got this necklace. My Sth birthday.

“You’ll always be our little bee, Hali.” Ashley replied with overflowing love. I can feel her hands smoothening out my wild curls. “Even if you become a big bee, you’ll be the queen of the hive!”

“I won’t get a king? Why isn’t there a king bee?”

“Because the queer

queen doesn’t need a man at her side.” Steven chuckled before poking my nose, making me squeal. “No man is good enough for my baby girl, let alone to be her king.”

“Ah, love, you’ll eat those words when she gets older! Her mate is somewhere out there, waiting for her.”

“Ew!” I cringed, sticking out my tongue. “That means kissing. Gross! You and Daddy do it all the time. Aren’t you scared of cooties?”

“Adults don’t get cooties, baby girl.”

“They must get something, then.”

“They get babies.” Raina butted in, earning a push on her shoulder from Ashley, laughing. “Can’t we eat some cake now? I’m dying here!”

“It’s my cake!” I stuck my tongue out at my older sister. She retaliated the same way, squinting her eyes. the queen bee today and what I say goes!”

“What do you say then?”

“Time for cake!”

“I’m

with my free hand and tried to breathe through the pain. I hated it! How could they love me one year and treat me like trash the next? It makes no

Broken memories will stay broken. No matter how many feel–good memories I have,

for what they did to me,

fate with ease. The bathroom doors suddenly burst open, and a body tackled mine to the ground. My blade flew out of my hands, hitting a distant wall. Nutmeg assaulted all my

“How dare you!”

my knees against

tightening around my wrists. “This isn’t the way to get

this fucking pack is innocent! I’ll kill everyone if it’s the last thing

and kick. Ashley’s sickening voice entered my ears in a twisted melody. “Think about what you’re doing, Honeybee! Can you live with

never your Honeybee! You tore off my wings and left me for dead!” Surrendering into my red–hot rage, I freed a leg from her grasp and kicked Ashley in her chest, launching her into a wall. Literally. She slid to the ground in a painful heap and I bashed the back of my head to Steven’s jaw, drawing blood. When he slackened his hold, my elbow struck

an old man.

allowed to live for too long, but

to repent for your sins? Your

I’m the puppeteer, and the living black is my marionette. Impenetrable black filled the room where only my eyes pierced the opaque fog. Choking echoed through the horrid atmosphere; strips of black wrapping around Ashley and Steven’s necks

of breaking glass blitzed the air without

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65 – Maytime

body with reckless abandon as I seized my fallen blade off the floor. Ashley and Steven writhed in pain outside on the ground, oblivious

anticipation of knowing they have the

another fix.

here I

bond die. Unable to contain my maddening giggles, I leaped into the air and descended to the ground like a dark angel

them. Instead of my blade finding its place in Steven’s skull, is buried in dirt. The couple rolled out of the way and escaped into the forest in a frenzy. Giggling, I rose on my heels and followed them, relishing in each panicked step and sob of terror. This must be what stalkers feel like. Their fear and bloody aroma added to the

Dying won’t be that bad, I

caught them, I drew blood. When they escaped, I stalked them down. They forget that they’re in my domain. The moon rules in darkness and in darkness, I thrive! They were slippery ones; escaping my grasp whenever they are able, but I’m a stubborn mule. I don’t give up. I’m having way too much

branch, haloed in pulsating silver. Her golden eyes examined me, full of silent emotion. For that moment, my bloodlust vanished, and my attention was all on my precious owl. Her presence surrounded me in

How can a bird create

“Diana…?”

a special bird; I always knew that. But this was different. I felt safe. The chaotic background noise drowned into silence as I

tilting her head curiously. Our dynamic is so strange; natural predator and prey, but we’re best friends. Was she an angel sent by Selene herself? Or

her. So

my bloody fingers reaching out to touch her. I wanted to feel the softness of her feathers and hear her sweet hoots

Chapter 68–Maytime

when I touched her. My entire body froze in the middle

The rich melody perforated holes in the darkness and opened the gateways for much–needed clarity. Osiris

The voice boomed. “You can fight

mouth to speak, but my throat dried up. I couldn’t find the

like fire. Pitiful whimpers escaped my lips and my fingers dug into my scalp to combat the impounding headache. My head pounded like a jackhammer to concrete as Diana’s touch became a warrior and fought against the blackness clouding my soul. The dark and the light fought for their right to inhabit my body, thus creating

penetrated the illusionary white dome Diana created. Angry,

“Don’t touch her!”