Trembling Chords

Impossibly soft fingers played on equally delicate keys, the melody gripping the heart of the heeder. The song unknown to the brunette but beautiful all the same. She watched as her friend played, brow furrowed in concentration while a soft hum vibrated behind tightly shut lips. Tarja had spent the entire afternoon teaching Anette how to play the right chords, the blonde’s impatience and rush hitting a nerve within the brunette and causing her calm demeanor to falter.

But somehow a smile could ease the most furious of storms.

It wasn’t long before Anette started to sing, a magnificent nightingale trying out her wings.

A then up to E, then down to A and back to E.

Her singing faltered slightly as she tried to hit the right chords, a sort of nervousness crawling into her voice and breaking the mask of confidence the blonde adorned.

Tarja placed her hand on Anette’s upper arm and squeezed it slightly, making the blonde turn her head and look at her friend. The brunette had to swallow back her own heart to quell its urge to jump right out of her mouth and side with Anette’s own. There were dangerous thoughts circling around in Tarja’s head as she looked into Anette’s ocean blue gems, ones that could destroy the companionship they had been building for a number of years. The brunette wanted to give in, submerge herself into the madness that plagued her. The word love slammed at the forefront of her mind, the urge to act upon it becoming stronger each moment they met.

“You’re doing great.”

Anette’s smile could melt glaziers, along with the beating organ inside Tarja’s chest.

“So, do you think I should do it?”

The brunette wanted to kiss the uncertainty right off Anette’s face and replace it with the faith she had for the blonde. The nightingale shouldn’t doubt something that came so angelically from her lips.

“Absolutely”

The blonde squealed and grabbed her phone, setting the device on top of the piano and moving it so that she could record herself singing.

Tarja stood up from the bench and moved to the side, making sure that the phone didn’t record her presence in the room too.

The brunette could feel a pair of her eyes on her and turned around and caught Anette’s gaze, the blonde aiming a small smile her way before she turned back to the piano, leaving Tarja with butterflies roaming wild in her belly.

After swiping her fingers a few times on the phone screen, the blonde placed her fingers on the keys and began pressing down.

“Are you, are you, coming to the tree

Where they strung up a man, they say who murdered three…”

Tarja didn’t think she would ever stop tiring of Anette performing, the expressions on her face and the melodic voice making goose bumps appear on every inch of her skin. Anette’s eyes were trained on the keys, her voice accompanied by the piano created a bone chilling atmosphere, the lyrics sinking deep into Tarja’s gut.

A low E up to B up to E and down to B again.

“Merry Christmas!”

And just like that, the moment was over. Broken by the sweet voice the brunette was familiar with.

Tarja resisted the urge to shake her head as she stepped towards the blonde, her heart beating faster with every step she took. Anette was biting her lip as she replayed the video to make sure it was okay.

“How was it?” Anette asked as Tarja sat down on the bench once more.

The tension in the air grew as the brunette scanned every inch of the other woman’s face, her fingers twitching with a want to touch it instead. It could go wrong, it could go so horribly wrong, but Tarja had to show Anette just how amazing she was, erasing the last of the doubts she had.

Slowly, Tarja leaned forwards and closed her eyes, connecting the blonde’s lips with her own. Tarja nearly cried as she felt how soft they were, her heart beating rapidly as the butterflies in her belly felt like they were exploding. She began moving her lips over Anette’s own as her right hand moved to the blonde’s hip, the fabric of the jeans warm against her fingertips.

After realizing that Anette still hadn’t kissed her back, Tarja quickly pulled away. The blonde’s eyes were closed, her face not giving away any emotions.

Tarja had ruined everything.

As the humiliation began pouring into her veins and crawling along her skin, the brunette moved to stand, tears brimming in her eyes.

Though her movements stopped as delicate fingers closed around Tarja’s wrist.

Anette looked at her then, no traces of anger or confusion lining her features.

Carefully, the blonde placed the brunette’s hand on her cheek.

“Thank you” Anette whispered and leaned in.

Tarja did cry then, the weight of keeping her deepest secret being released as Anette kissed her back.  

The nightingale swept her up in her wings then, and Tarja never wanted to get back down on the ground.

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A/N

After watching this video, the plot to this story just came to me.

Sing For Me

It was something deep in Sharon’s gut that told her to knock on the door to Anette’s backstage room. An important nagging that just wouldn’t go away. It startled Sharon because she and Anette weren’t exactly friends. Nightwish and Within Temptation rarely interacted with one another, though they were always compared to one another, the bands never really talked. Maybe the guys did, but not the two females who fronted their respective bands.

Tonight was different though.

Sharon had watched Nightwish perform at the festival they were currently at. Both Within Temptation and Nightwish usually drew large crowds, and tonight had been no exception.

After carefully tapping her knuckles against the wood, Sharon wringed her hands together and let her eyes scan several cracks on the door and the tag with the name Anette Olzon written in cursive letters.

The tell-tale sounds of a throat being cleared and several sniffles made the Dutch’s stomach churn uneasily.

After the performance had ended, Anette had just been breezing by Sharon and the other people who had been watching the show from behind the stage while the guys quickly welcomed all the praises being thrown their way. Not once making the effort to follow Anette to check if she was okay.

As the door slowly opened, Sharon had to hold back a gasp as she came face to face with the Swede’s red rimmed eyes and the sorrow that could be found within them. As Anette seemed to register that it was Sharon on the other side of the door, she quickly squared her shoulders as a very fake smile began to form itself on her lips.

“Sharon, hi! Did you want something?” the Swede’s voice was husky and her accent prominent.

“I was just wondering if you wanted to grab a coffee or something from the catering tent.”

Anette’s smile faltered as she thought about the other woman’s suggestion.

“Yeah sure, just… give me a second, okay?” the Swede said before checking her make up in the mirror, wiping away traces of the now ruined mascara and eye shadow. The slouched and defeated posture did not suit the otherwise chipper and cheerful woman, and the knowledge had Sharon’s veins fill with dread.

“Really great show tonight. You guys were kicking butt!” Sharon said in hopes of getting Anette’s spirits up.

The Swede threw some tissues in a basket by the door and gave an incredulous snort.

“If you could call that great…”

Anette immediately saw through Sharon’s weak attempt and breezed by the Dutch on her way out the door.

“So, what about that coffee then?”

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Sharon and Anette were seated on a bench some distance away from the tour buses, paper cups once filled with coffee in the nearest bin.  

Sharon had come here to talk, but for the past twenty minutes very few words had been exchanged. The subject that itched to be brought up made the Dutch’s tongue feel like lead in her mouth.

The first part of the Nightwish concert had gone by smoothly, but it was during the slower songs that the name calling had begun. The audience had thrown rude comments about Anette’s weight, called her a bitch, flipped her off, and even screamed the name of her predecessor.

Sharon had watched as Anette had deflated more and more as the concert went on.

The deflation and total defeat had been swirling in Anette’s eyes as she had opened the door to her dressing room, causing Sharon’s mind to go haywire as flashbacks after flashbacks assaulted her.

“It was a disaster.” the Swede said and released a heavy sigh.

Several times her voice had hitched due to missed notes or lyrics while Anette had tried to keep her tears at bay.

“It wasn’t your fault.”

The Swede scoffed and leaned back against the backrest on the bench, twisting her body so that she was face to face with the other woman.

“You may not think so, but the guys will blame me. Like they usually do. I’m the outsider, remember?”

Sharon saw the pain flicking by in Anette’s eyes. She recognized an injured soul when she saw one.

“Outsiders are important too. We fight harder for what we want, for being accepted for the things we love to do, for being ourselves.” Sharon said and felt a hard tug in her chest.

“Society condemns us for being different, they yell at us, push us, calling us names. They take every little-“

“Sharon-“ Anette tried to interject, but the other woman refused to stop her rant.

Sharon had become submerged into childhood memories. Like a black cloud they placed themselves in her conscious mind. Cruel laughter, fingers pointing, bruises on her skin.

“- happy feeling and crush it. You become afraid of going out, for going to school. You flinch for every little contact, for every-“

Anette burst into tears then, Sharon’s words becoming overwhelming. The Dutch too had tears in her eyes.

The subject of her being bullied had always been hard to talk about. What she had seen in Anette’s eyes as she had been standing there on stage in front of thousands of people had been the same look she had had during the lunch breaks while she had been hiding out in the bathrooms after being subjected to another one of her bullies “jokes”.

Sharon placed a comforting hand on Anette’s forearm and averted her eyes to the tour buses in the distance, trying to slow down her rapidly beating heart. This felt like a night of confessions. Between two women who hadn’t talked to each other before, but came together as truths became harder to contain.

“They didn’t want to be near me. I was the poor kid with the wrong clothes.” came the blonde’s voice, still hoarse from crying.

Sharon understood. Heartachingly so.

“But singing helped. It was my escape.”

“Mine too.” Sharon confessed and took Anette’s hand in her own and squeezed it.

“I sang when I was happy, I sang when I felt sad. During those moments I just forgot everything.”

Anette inhaled deeply and wiped away some tears from her cheeks and chin.

“And we still sing to this day. Just to forget.” Anette said and watched as a bright smile lit up Sharon’s face.

“That we do.”

Seasons Change (Part 1)

Tarja sat atop of a mountain, looking at the world beneath her. Changes were in the air and Tarja’s rule had come to an end. The screeching of an eagle brought her out of her musings as her partner in crime landed on a rock next to her. Her sister Anette climbed down from the eagle’s back and plopped down beside her.

“Hey you!” Anette loudly exclaimed and made Tarja flinch slightly.

“Hey yourself.”

“Sooooo…..”

Tarja turned to look at Anette and took in her wild blue eyes, disheveled blonde hair, and fidgeting hands and legs.

“So what?”

Anette bumped her sister’s shoulder with her own and smiled widely.

“Oh come on, your reign is over. I know you get a bit agitated every time it happens.”

Tarja chuckled and picked up a handful of snow in her palm.

“Only the Ice Queen in me. I am still The Siren, the ruler over the seas.” Tarja said and watched as the snow melted in her hand.

“We have caused a lot of havoc this winter season Anette.”

Anette giggled beside her.

“I always look forward to the look in Floor’s eyes when she sees how you have destroyed her precious plants!”

Speaking of Earth, the women heard the tell-tale sound of paws crunching in the snow. Floor dismounted her bear and looked down at her sisters on the ground. Simone peeked out from behind Floor and greeted her sisters before Floor spoke up.

“You have ruined everything!” Floor said and clenched her jaw. Her sisters simply laughed at her tight expression.

“You say the same thing every year.” Anette said and winked at Floor who turned around and huffed in annoyance.

“Will Sharon be here soon? My backside is hurting!”

Anette began to pace around, clenching her fists. As the Wind, she had never been able to stay in the same place for long. She could not be grounded for long and when she did, her anxiety levels went high. Luckily, she only had to do it eight times per year. Her sisters on the other hand were used to it.

“Calm down Anette and rejoice. You will soon be able to transport warm winds along the trees and seas.” Simone reached for her sister’s hand and the contact calmed her.

A bright light shone from a crack in the stone and out of it stepped Life.

“Blessed Imbolc.” Sharon said as her being buzzed with life. It drew her sisters in further towards her.

“Blessed Be!” The Elements exclaimed.

Sharon’s eyes swept over the mountain top. She rarely went up here, but when she did, the view caused her skin to prickle in delight.

“Spring is upon us and Winter must make way for the new season. Join hands and make way for Earth and Fire!”

The Elements all rolled their eyes at Life’s formality. They had done this for millenniums, but Sharon insisted that they would keep the tradition going.

When they were all joined, Sharon closed her eyes and brought forth the energy. The warm and electrifying feeling crept along her legs and arms and was soon transported to her sisters. Floor and Simone both accepted it eagerly, ready to awaken from their slumber.

When they were done, Sharon once more disappeared underground and attached herself to the planet’s core. Where her life began and the place she would always return to.

Her sisters bid each other farewell as Simone and Floor joined hands once more, returning to their animal companions and ridding out into the world, ready to awaken the sleeping earth.

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A/N

If you want to know more about Imbolc you can read about it here  

Seasons Change

It all started with a light. Small enough to fit in the palm of your hand.

It was from this light that she was born.

She was The Creator, the all knowing entity. The definition of life radiated from her being and caused the sun to rise in the sky and the moon to greet her smiling lips.

The Creator walked alone in a void as day and night passed by.

One day, the moon greeted the sun and caused parts of their surfaces to break free and land in front of The Creator before she was completely surrounded by darkness.

The Creator bent down to pick up the first of the four crystals.

The slightly red color was mixed with a swirl of brown. The Creator placed her hand over it and wished for it to grow before she placed it back down on the ground.

The crystal cracked and out of it stepped a woman with beautiful red hair.

“I shall call you Fire.” The Creator said.

She picked up another crystal, this one transparent with a slight blue and green hue.

The crystal cracked when it was placed on the ground and out stepped a woman with the most sparkling green eyes.

“I shall call you Water.” The Creator said and moved on to the third stone.

This one had a dark blue color with lots of specks of a lighter shade of blue and white. Out of it stepped a woman with an unruly look in her eyes.

“I shall call you Wind.”

As The Creator stepped up to the forth crystal, one with a dark green color, she continued with the procedure and watched as a tall woman with determination in her eyes emerged from the crystal on the ground.

“I shall call you Earth.”

The sun and the moon separated and went their different ways as The Creator looked upon her Elements with fondness dancing in her eyes.

As the millenniums passed, and as humans began to speak, The Creator and her Elements became known by other names.

For Sharon had created the elements, she had let them loose to roam the world. Independent, but still dependent on each other.

They met when the seasons were about to change.

Floor resided in the Earth, she had the power over the trees, plants, and animals. She rode around the world on the back of a bear, watching over her creations.

Anette was the wind. Unpredictable and always changing. On the back of a giant eagle, she travelled around the world and brought with her the news of change.

Tarja resided in the water. She travelled from the Arctic to Australia, bringing storms and ended droughts. Fish and frogs were her constant companions.

Simone was both chaos and rebirth. Just like Sharon, she could destroy and create. The fire danced in her eyes. The phoenix she rode could be heard from miles around, signaling either a beginning or an ending.  

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A/N

Hi all my readers!
I'm so, so sorry for my absence, but I got into college last year and I've also been busy with other fandoms and just waiting for the album release of Shine.
Here was an update though. It wasn't entirely Anette centered, but a mix of different symphonic metal singers. I still hope you enjoyed it!

Mischiefs

“Seth! Get your butt over here and help me fold the laundry!” Anette called out in her large apartment and waited for her sons answer.

“But Mom, I just got home from school, I am tired!”

“Your excuses does not work with me, I expect you to help me when Johan is not home!”

“Fine!” came a short reply as the twelve year old opened his bedroom door and walked towards the living room, where his Mom held Mio in one arm and the laundry basket in the other.

“You start while I put Mio down on his play mat.” Anette said and put the basket down on the table before she carefully lay her youngest son down on the floor with his favorite toys. He gave a loud sound of protest, but soon quieted down as Anette handed him a fluffy lamb, his favorite at the moment. The boy grabbed on to the soft toy and started chewing on one of its legs.

“There you go sweetie, Mommy will be done soon.”

Anette straightened up, grabbed onto a pair of jeans and started folding.

Another door slammed in the distance, but this time, the sound of much lighter feet could be heard.

“Mommy!”

“What is it, Nemo?”

The three year old appeared in the doorframe with a sweater tied in a knot over his shoulders, looking suspiciously like a cape.

“Mommy, FLY!” Nemo yelled and jumped up and down with his arms in front of him.

“But Mommy has been flying with you all day, sweetie, and now she is tired.”

The sad pout on her son’s lips almost made her cave. Almost…

“But Mooooooooommy!”

“No Nemo, you have to wait, Mommy is busy.” she said calmly and put the last of the laundry in the pile in the middle of the table before she crouched down to check on Mio.

“I am done, can I go play videogames now?” Seth asked as he picked up his newly washed t-shirts.

“Yes of course, thanks for the help.”

Anette watched as Seth disappeared down the corridor before she turned to the toddler on the play mat.

She sat her son up and picked up a small, red ball that she carefully threw into his lap. Mio giggled and grabbed onto the toy before he tried to throw it himself, but his grip loosened and the ball landed in his lap again.

“Come on sweetie, you can do it. Throw it to Mommy!”

Mio squealed and started hitting on the toy. The ball moved slowly and with a little help of his feet, the boy managed to kick it towards his mother, jiggling his small body in the process.

Anette caught the ball and praised her son for succeeding.

Suddenly she heard a loud thud and turned around.

The large pile of folded laundry had somehow ended up on the floor. Anette’s eyes landed on the culprit, a small boy with a cape over his shoulders.

“Now Mommy fly!”

Anette rolled her eyes before she rose from the ground and bent forward to pick up her three year old. She put one hand over his chest and the other one on his knees, and leaned him forward. She lifted him to her waist level and started swinging him back and forward. When he started to giggle, she lifted him higher and moved him up and down.

“Yep, just another wonderful day.” Anette thought as she kissed her son on the cheek before she put him down and returned to the laundry on the floor, folding it with a big smile on her lips.

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A/N

This might be the fluffiest story I've ever written! It's so cute, I had to calm myself down while I wrote this. 

I'm not used to writing fluff, so review please :)

Club Scaretale (Part 8)

Showtime.

The curtains were open and revealed the battlefield.

Anette stood in the middle of it all; her eyes were completely black as a blood red glow surrounded her. A snarl graced her lips while the magic coursed through her veins.

“Are you going to finish him?” The Bride spoke in her ear as Anette glanced down on Frederick’s unconscious body. Killing him was the only thing on her mind as she lifted her hand, formed a dagger in her palm and recalled the things that happened after John had revealed whom he was working for.

They were going to confront them before tonight’s performance. The answers that John had given them were vague and not very specific, but they would be clearer after tonight.

Everyone was on edge, seemingly getting ready for the inevitable. The Wishmaster had removed his hat and blazer, and had begun to flex his hands and fingers. He and Anette were the only ones with magic, so they would distract Frederick and the others while Marco and the rest of the guys would be the muscle mass behind this operation.

Tarja, and the rest of Club Scaretale’s employees had been ordered to keep a distance and would only interfere if it was absolutely necessary.

Anette sat in the Storyteller’s room and tried to shake the Bride’s voice out of her head. Ever since she had lost control during the questioning of John a few hours ago, the alluring creature simply would not leave her alone.    

“It is addictive and dangerous…”

Emma’s voice drifted by and made Anette’s blood turn to ice. She had let this go too far, but it just felt too good to be in so much control. Her thirst for revenge needed to be satisfied.

Anette picked up a small piece of paper and grabbed her quill.

“I am all the power you will need. Together we can revenge your friend. You just need to let me in… completely.”

The tone in her voice was low and bone chilling.

“The bride will lure you, cook you, eat you” The words from the familiar song brought a smile to her lips before she began to write.

“For her revenge, the Storyteller needs the powers that the Bride possesses. She will let the Bride share the woman’s body until the Storyteller thinks that the creature’s powers are no longer necessary.”

Anette put down the quill and turned around as a shriek reached her ears. The Bride stood in front of her, the torn white dress she wore revealed much of her scarred skin. Her hands were covered in blood and her cheeks sunken in and pale. Anette met her completely black eyes as her breath hitched. Her gut twitched as the creature walked up to her. She was beautifully tragic, just like Anette felt. Maybe that was why they fit so well together.

“Help me.” Anette looked into the Bride’s eyes and caught the amused glint in them.

“Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.” the Bride said before she turned into a thick mist and launched forward. Anette breathed in and felt how her skin began to buzz.

“And what a show we have for you tonight!” Anette said and chuckled, feeling how the Bride’s powers traveled through her veins.

“They are here.” Emppu said as he searched the main floor for Frederick and the group of men he was always with when he visited Club Scaretale.

Emppu and the rest of the guys had armed themselves with pipes and crowbars, ready for a violent confrontation.

The door attendants were instructed to only let Frederick and his companions in. Suddenly, the doors flew open, revealing the door attendants and Frederick’s companions who held them in vice like grips.

The Wishmaster flicked his wrist and appeared in front of the heavily armed gang. Each of them had cloaks over their suits, and a crossbow in their hands.

“I think we can skip the pleasantries, I bet you already know why we are here.” Frederick said and smiled confidently.

“Yes, from what we have found out, you are here to destroy us. Correct?”

“Oh yes, John provided you with the right information indeed. But it is not only you we are after, it is the magic.” the armed man spoke and signaled for his men to come closer. At the same time, the Wishmaster could hear how his own men gathered up behind him.

“Why would you…”

“Because magic is a destroyer. It has corrupted people for centuries, powerful men has lost their minds in order to contain it, children having delusional dreams after watching a simple card trick, people hoping for magic to cure them.” Frederick spat out the words as his fist clenched.

“Magic has no place in this world, just like this club. And I will happily destroy it.” Frederick raised the crossbow, and fired it towards the Wishmaster, but the man dodged the arrow as he disappeared in a cloud of green smoke. Marco, and the rest of the guys moved forward, pipes connecting with bones.

Frederick moved away from the group.

“Oh, where is the big and scary Wishmaster? A man so powerful should not be hiding behind his employees.”

“But he is not.” the Wishmaster said as the smoke cleared and he managed to fire a ball of energy towards Frederick. But the sharply dressed man grabbed the hem of his cloak and managed to shield himself from the blast. At the Wishmaster’s dumbfounded expression, Frederick spoke up.

“A little something the men at the headquarters managed to create. It deflects magic you see, and it always comes in handy when I am set out to kill evil beings.”

The Wishmaster continued to shot light beams at him, trying to figure out how to defeat him. Around him, his employees fought Frederick’s companions, but from his field of vision, they seemed to be losing. Tuomas and Jukka were both lying on the floor, seemingly unconscious. Marco and Emppu stood back to back, as their opponents circled them.

“Well, well, looks like you have lost. Seems like this…”

Frederick voice was cut off in mid-sentence as a large cracking sound reached his ears. A large amount of broken glass came towards him, and he barely had time to dodge them.

Anette stepped out from the shadows, a wicked grin on her lips. Her skin was burning with warmth and electricity as she took in the sight in front of her. Two of her friends were on the floor, and two still remained upright. Her gaze locked with the Wishmaster and she saw him flinch. He knew what possessed her.

“So here she is. I almost began to miss you dear. How did you like the gift I gave you?”

Anette barely suppressed a laugh as her eyes found Fredericks.

“Enough smalltalk! Leave this place, and take your adrenaline pumped gorillas with you.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Disbelievers in magic are not welcomed here. And especially not the ones who wish to destroy it.”

Frederick grabbed the crossbow and aimed it at the Wishmaster.

“Well then, I guess I have to overstay my welcome then.” the sharped dressed man said and fired the crossbow, the arrow digging into the Wishmaster’s thigh. As the man hit the ground, Anette felt how her body vibrated with her anger.

She raised her hands and directed them at the chairs that surrounded them. With a flick of her wrist, she managed to bring them to life, the legs turned to arms and reached out to grab Frederick’s companions. The chairs launched forward and grabbed the men’s legs and arms, enveloping them in a strong hold. They screamed and tried to fight it, but the chairs did not relent. Anette smirked in victory as she turned around and caught a glimpse of the arrow that was coming her way. Quickly, she dodged it, brought up a hand, and sent a light beam in Frederick’s way. The man, once again, covered himself in the cloak.

When the beam had disappeared, Anette breathed in deeply and exhaled a hard gust of wind that lifted Frederick’s cloak for just a few seconds. But that was all she needed.

Anette lifted her hand once again and this time, the light beam hit Frederick straight in the chest, sending him flying across the floor.

“Finish him!” the Bride spoke to her.

Anette stood in the middle of it all; her eyes were completely black as a blood red glow surrounded her. A snarl graced her lips while the magic coursed through her veins.

“Are you going to finish him?” The Bride spoke in her ear as Anette glanced down on Frederick’s unconscious body. Killing him was the only thing on her mind as she lifted her hand and formed a dagger in her palm.

When she was about to lower it and cut through the man’s chest, a voice suddenly spoke to her.

Anette, stop, this is insane! Are you crazy?!”

The black haired woman recognized the voice.

“Emma?” Anette spoke as tears formed in her eyes.

“This is not the way, and you know it. I would not let her take over you and neither should you. Do not let revenge cloud your judgment. Killing someone will only darken your heart, and I will not let that happen. You are a good hearted person, Anette, do not let this asshole ruin that!”

As if burned, Anette dropped the dagger, and heard it hit the floor. Her eyes returned to their green and blue color, as the red glow disappeared.

She looked up and met the confused look in her colleagues eyes, all of them were conscious. Emppu held a cloth against the wound, caused by the arrow, on the Wishmaster’s thigh. The rest of the guys had secured Frederick’s companions and they sat tied up together on the floor.

Anette looked back at the man on the floor in front of her and kicked him in the stomach.

“That is for my friends.”

Another one in the head.

“That is for the attempted murder on me.”

And the last one on the family jewels.

“AND THAT IS FOR EMMA, YOU SICK FUCK!”

As she heard his groan, Anette walked away with a smile on her lips.

Oh yes, revenge was sweet indeed.  

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A/N

That's it folks, the last chapter!

I hope you've enjoyed reading this story, as much as I've had writing it. 

Club Scaretale (Part 7)

When Anette came to, she felt a warm sensation in her chest. It spread to the rest of her body and woke the cold skin. She heard voices all around her; almost all of them were frantic. All cells in her body were buzzing, which meant that someone was practicing magic on her.

Anette opened her eyes and saw how the Wishmaster was hovering over her, his hands outstretched and glowing in a dark green color.

“She is waking up!” Tarja’s relieved voice sounded.

“What happened?” Anette’s voice was hoarse and wavered slightly. Her whole body was still hurting and the worst pain radiated from her wrist where she had placed the bracelet she got as a gift. When her hand reached for the jewelry, she felt that it was no longer in place.

“It was hurting you, so we had to remove it, or else it would have killed you. It has the same features as the arrowhead.”

Anette rose from the ground and felt how her legs were shaking from both the murder attempt and from the knowledge of who had given her the bracelet.

“If it were not for the Wishmaster’s healing capabilities, then we would surely have lost you.” Tarja said and Anette heard the tears in her voice.

Anette was boiling with anger. Anger caused by the death of her friend and the sorrow that followed, the betrayal of a friend and colleague, a regular who abused her trust, and finally the worry and horror that crossed her friends faces. She had had enough.

With determined steps, she walked up to John and bend forward, clenching her hands on his knees. When he squirmed underneath her, she leaned even more forward and whispered in a cold tone in his ear:

“Oh, you are going to talk. And until you do, I will enjoy every moment of you screaming and begging for me to stop. You deserve everything that is coming your way.”

“NO STOP, PLEASE!”

“The bride shrieks while her body transforms into hundreds of spiders, and they will proceed to crawl up the man’s legs. When they are on his lap, they will come together and form a goblin with big, razor sharp teeth. The goblin will laugh before launching at the man and make his chair fall over. The floor around him feels like hundreds of needles are pressed into his skin.”

John screamed while Anette’s voice never wavered. She was consumed with rage.

“Hands reach up from the floor and grabs the man. They yank him down as the floor turns to water. A sea serpent swims up to him and caress his arms and chest with its cold and slippery skin. The serpent opens its mouth and swallows the man whole.”

Tarja and the guys stood behind Anette and felt how the magic poured out of her. It was a frightening sight.

“The Bride pulls the man up from the darkness and throws him into a mist. It is thick and almost suffocating him. Mutilated faces greets him, people missing their jaws, eyes, noses and lips.”

“Stop, I will tell you everything, I swear!”

Tears slipped down John’s cheeks, but Anette was relentless. She kept on reading. The Bride was powerful and lured Anette in further. In the back of her head, Anette knew that it was dangerous to give into the hate, but it was hard to stop when she felt this much in power.

“The Bride’s eyes are black, her lips turned into a wicked grin. She wants to kill the man in front of her. She chuckles deep in her throat and pulls a dagger from her robe. It is already covered in dried blood.”

“NO!”

“Someone has to stop her; she is going to kill him!”

Anette could feel the Bride’s hate. They were one. She could see John through her eyes, his eyes widened in fear. It made Anette laugh bitterly.

“The Bride lifts the dagger and slowly she…”

The image was shattered, the book slipped from her hands. Anette saw how the Bride disappeared. The feeling of absolute power left her and she growled deep in her throat and turned around. The Wishmaster stood there with a triumphant smile on his lips. Anette lashed out and tried to grab a hold of his suit, but strong arms stopped her.

“Anette, calm down, you almost killed John!”

“I do not care, he killed Emma!”

“Revenge is never good and it will not bring Emma back. It will only darken your heart.”

“Please, release me, I will talk. Just… do not bring her back.” John’s voice was weak and strained.

Marco stood in front of John, untied the ropes, and yanked him to his feet. In a low and threatening voice, the bearded man spoke:

“Who are you working for?”

John cleared his throat and met Marco’s blazing eyes.

“We are the ones that will bring an end to magic. My mission is to kill every magical creature that crosses my path. The Storyteller is only the beginning, Frederick and the rest of us will bring an end to Club Scaretale.”

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A/N

Wow, this is getting really intense, I can't wait to read more! Wait, I'm the author... never mind... 

I don't know about you, but Anette getting all intense and murderous is pretty exciting. She seems to be the fluffiest and sweetest angel out there, but she has to lose control once in a while. Yayyy for writing!

So, one more chapter maybe and then this story will end *sob*