Old Ties

"Get him up on the bed..." The Voice was smooth and sweet on your ears, a soft Irish tone that You knew but hadn't heard for a long time.

Powerful arms placed you into the hard bed, a Woman's sniffling sounding from above as Skilled hands touched your face and ribs "Take a seat, Milove, calm down, He's going to be alright..."

Your one open eyes cracked open a touch, and you saw Daisy sit down in the nurse's office comfortable chairs, her light eyeshadow running down her face as she looked at you desperately "I-I was supposed to protect him... k-keep him safe... I-"

"That's enough now, Ms Teresa. just relax. He's a tough lad, ribs aren't broken... The nose is though, I'll have to reset it. I'll clean him up a little, otherwise, he just needs some rest- AYUP!"

A Sharp pain resonated in your face as Nurse Murphy cracked your nose back into place, it was fierce enough to knock you out again.

You didn't dream this time, you weren't even sure you were asleep. You were a flourishing bed of hot pain, **** and tired, being beaten up like a pinata was exhausting. Staring out into nothing, Daisy's chest rose and fell slowly as she slept on the chair beside you.

The Overwhelming nature of your senses, however, remained... but... it was different than before. instead of everything assaulting you, your functions seemed open to change, and closing you're and taking a deep breath, you tried to regain your focus.

At first, it was a little confusing, all of the small sounds, tastes and smells, Daisy's booming breathe, you thundering heart, and the sound of Miss Murphy's pen scratching on the paper like a fork on a chalkboard.

But you thought about it for a while... maybe you were going about it wrong? everything felt like it had a place, the stimulus just had to be collected, and so like tuning a guitar, you rearranged your focus drawing your senses into a different more defined shape and when you opened your eyes, you saw with a clarity beyond human imagination.

The Textures of life were open to you now, sounds where so clear and crisp that it all culminated in a brilliant song that almost brought you to tears, you could taste the Spahegtti that you had hours ago on the back of your taste buds and the Burger you'd had the day before... The pain was incredibly intense but, simultaneously muted, unimportant in comparison to the symphony of life.

You stirred, sitting up and groaning in pain. Miss Murphy's grass green eyes shot towards you, the woman quickly getting up from her chair and moving over to you "Mr Drake? You shouldn't be up. You took quite the beating..." She said, fussing over you and checking your wounds. Miss Murphy was a motherly woman despite her age, she couldn't have been older than 30, but she seemed to carry a righteous parenting authority in the way that she stared at you with those Sharp eyes of hers, her pretty slightly freckled face framed by Oaken brown hair that curved into her jaws.

"Miss Murphy... we have to stop meeting like this." You chuckled, then clutched your ribs, "Laughing hurts..."

She gave you a sad smile "I thought I'd let you rest, it's been a couple of hours..." Miss Murphy removed her square glasses, tucking them into her Nurse's coat and placed herself next to you "The umm... the Faculty had a little meeting this afternoon, while you were asleep. They wanted to scrape it under the rug but, You deserve to know." The Irishwoman reached into her jacket pocket, and let down her Brown hair from her bun, shuffling the jacket off to reveal a dark blue turtle neck that executed her form.

In her hand was a great big silver flask, seeing it made you smile, and you took it gratefully as she offered it, taking more than your share of the whiskey within before she snatched it back, chuckling "Oi, Bloody cheek...." But she seemed to frown again after taking another swig "I'm afraid that no actions are going to be taken in regards to your ****, Mr Drake."

You scoffed "Psh, big fucking surprise." You said in sarcasm, and then flushed "Oh uh, sorry miss Murphy." You weren't accustomed to cussing in front of your superiors, but then again Miss Murphy had always been especially kind, and rather casual... this wasn't the first time that You'd had to spend the afternoon in this office after some beating, but still.

She scoffed right back, handing you the Flask after another long swig "Bonnie..." She said kindly "At least when school's out. and yes... Unfortunately, Mr Harmon's father has once again brushed off your attack... with a generous donation."

"No surprise there." You chuckled "the way this is going, I might as well run into The Jock's fist, this place with be trump-tower in no time."

She looked like she wanted to laugh at your joke, but held it in, looking worried instead "You always laugh after these sorts of things, Mr Drake..."

"Charlie..." You said with a smile.

She nodded "Charlie."

You sighed, it hurt. "Well, it's like my dad... used to say" That still didn't feel right to say "Always tempt your fate with luck and smile, Boy." You did a grumbling tone.

Bonnie did laugh this time, and her green eyes looked to Daisy who heavily slumbered in the chair "She seems nice, are you two... pushing the boundaries of Carer-Caree relations?" You chuckled at Miss Murphy's coy tone.

"Ho there, easy there miss, I thought you were a nurse, not a prying mom."

"Well, I am technically a qualified doctor, I just, like it here I guess. It beats Dublin that's for sure." She took another long swig, eyeing Daisy again "Ya know, I don't think she's a real carer......"

You considered Daisy as well, long and hard, and you shook your head "Me neither, but she's sweet, **** than anyone I've ever met... and I feel, I don't know. You know when you hate dogs, but then you get one, and you act like you hate it, but you get attached to it and really love it? well, she's nothing like that, I adore her, she's beautiful smart and caring, and maybe that's what I need right now."

Bonnie chuckled, giving you a gentle nudge as to not hurt you any more than you were "So she's not putting out huh?"

You reddened, staring at the Nurse in disbelief. "I... She... uhhh."

The Brunette nodded to herself "Umm hmmm, definitely not, well I'll tell you what, Charlie. She seems the reserved type, she's bright but doesn't know it. Take her out somewhere spectacular, somewhere fun for the both of ya, and I bet her legs will open like the Gates of Troy!"

Despite your embarrassment, you shared a hearty laugh, Nurse Murphy certainly was bold, but that was the effect of being stuck in an office all day caring for jumped up rich parent's kids. still, you nodded "I'll uh... bare that in mind."

Bonnie patted your shoulder "Alright then, tough guy. Scoot, I am off for a real drink, I have a date tonight."

"Ooooh, a Date?" You chuckled.

She shooed you "Off with ye, and take your Blonde with ye. but you come back and see me one of these days, preferably not bloodied up, eh?"

You stirred Daisy into the waking world, the blonde immediately throwing her arms around you in a painful embrace as tears fell down her face.

She was apologising all the way towards the walk to your car, you clutching your backpack tightly, it's weight hurting your bruised muscles, you chuckled "Daise please, it's alright, It wasn't your fault."

She sniffed as you got to the car "A-Are you sure? I... I can't believe that happened... I really feel terrible. I mean look at you. you're beautiful face, eugh I suuck!!" You raised an eyebrow at her fussing.

"You think I'm... beautiful?" You asked, unsure on how much of a compliment that really was.

Daisy flushed "Oh um... Like... from an Objective standpoint hehe. anyway, I am not going to leave your side ever again."

You chuckled scratching your head "Yeah about that... Would you mind waiting for me in the dorm? I need to take a little trip."

Daisy narrowed her eyes at you "Are you trying to get rid of me?"

Gesturing profusely you grimaced "What!? no, of course not I just... I have something that I need to do, and I think it's just one of those things I have to do alone, you know?"

She folded her arms "Are you absolutely sure?"

You weren't actually... but you couldn't keep going on like this, if you were going to conquer your fears, conquer this academy, then you needed to be strong "I am."

And much to your request, Daisy huffed "Fine, but if you aren't back by midnight, I'm sending a search party mister!!"

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Your hearing resonated with radio as you drove along the dark roads through to the Furthermost part of the East-side of town (The Part that hadn't been wrecked by a giant invisible monster).

The enhancing of your senses gave you a strange pleasant twinge in listening to music... it was like you could hear differently, feel on a higher plain, it made you smile, in spite of today's horrible events.

Though your cheerful jigging was interrupted by the sharp sound of a notification from your phone. You slowed on the road through the empty streets, carefully checking your phone to see the text.

Aunt Rem
"We have things to talk about. Stop by Tonight. No Excuses. The Address is Basement two of the Underground apartments on 45th street, the Ones next to the Bakery. I'll leave the door open xoxo."

You sighed, smiling as You pressed back on the gass "It's like the woman has a six sense..." You muttered, speeding along the deserted streets and towards the Wallace Top hill apartments, the most expensive apartments in the city.

Your smile quickly faded however as you pulled into the Red-brick patriot drive, decorated with flowers of all kinds, and shining silver lights, parking just in front of the silver porch in front of the strangely stacked cream-coloured complex. You hung inside of your car for a bit... you hadn't ever been inside of the building before... but you just barely recalled waiting outside of it as a little kid, hanging around in waiting... of her.

Why did it have to be her? of all the people... it was all a long time ago... you were only kids, but She still hated you, even more than Vicky, even more than anyone else. for something that happened when you were children. You hesitated to get out of the car, you'd never just rocked up to a girl's house before... let along her's.

But you were not a coward, you refused to be intimidated by something that occurred when you were fucking kids for crying out loud, she held spite over it yeah but who cares, just... just get out of the car charlie.

Sucking in a painful breath, you pushed open the door to your car, and stared up the huge complex... dark hair and a beautiful smile flashed in your mind, rosey skin and a cute face... You pushed through it, approaching the deep blue double doors. You stared at the buzzer and psyching yourself up, you quickly buzzed number 12 on the top floor.

You should just go... this was stupid, why were you even doing this? because of a dream!? this is crazy... CRAZY! you went to turn to leave but "Hello?" the voice came through the buzzer, one that you hadn't heard before, but that you knew.

Taking a deep breath, you cringed in frustration "H-Hi... Ms Salvador..." You said.

"Ummm who is this?" Carolina Salvador, your accountant asked.

"It's umm... It's Charles Drake I-"

The Door buzzed immediately, and you quickly pushed it open breaching to the complex and traversing slowly up the winding stairs.

If it were possible, you would akin this to ascending into a special kind of heaven, one made of terror and fear... so Hell, but you pushed on constantly repeating "No fear-no fear-no fear-no fear." as you came to the highest most floor, and a Midnight Black, door.

You raised your fist, and gently knocked wincing as you did.

The doors opened to a tall, dark hair woman whose hair flowed in a Black current down her shoulder, her skin the Rosey brown of a Latina, her lips pursing into a smile as Her squared glasses jumped on her face in joy "Charlie!!" Ms Salvador said, the foxy older woman moving in to wrap her arms around you as she grinned. You froze, a little taken aback as she looked at you "It's so good to see you safe, I'd heard the news about your coma, and Maria's patisserie, to think we'd only met there recently!? How are you!?"

You paused "H-Hi... Ms Slavador... I uh... I'm good thank you."

The Hispanic beauty paused also, recognition flooding into her face as she spoke in her slightly accented tone "Oh... You... have amnesia, of course I forgot... so I suppose this is our first meeting for you?"

You nodded a little meekly.

Ms Salvador took a more official but equally as friendly tone "Carolina Salvador, your father's and now your accountant, We have met once before, Charlie, forgive me for my formalness."

You chuckled, scratching your head "It's quite alright, Ms Salvador... or Carolina?"

"Lina. Please... Now, How the hell can I help such a handsome young man at my door?" Carolina was nothing if not enthusiastic, it was intoxicating, you joined her in smiling, letting the truth slip.

"IwaswonderingifIsabellawasin?" the words just kinda fell out from your lips. But Carolina grinned mischievously as she looked at you.

"Ahhhhh.... I see. Isobella used to talk about you bunches... I could have sworn she had a crush on you... and now that she's sick it has reignited something!? Ooh How exciting, she's done well to catch such a handsome young man!"

You held back a cringe "A-Actually... I have just come to talk. if that is okay?"

Carolina exploded with joy non-the-less of your nervousness "Si! of course, you may come in, Pollito. would you like a coffee, or maybe some hot tea?"

Carolina ushered you in gracefully, leading you through the short but lavish hall into the open living room, with the huge kitchen space to the right. You got the impression that they were a very tasteful family.

The Motherly woman pulled you into the Kitchen as grinned at you happily as she filled a Copper kettle with water and placed it on the hob... you imagined a heart being squeezed into it... the fuck is wrong with you dude?

"I'd love some... thank you. but... I really do need to talk to Isabella is that's okay?" You asked softly.

Carolina frowned, not at you but in general "That idiota hasn't been causing problems for you has she?"

You looked into those eyes... and sensed danger, not for you but for Isabelle and for whatever reason "No... none at all." You should have just ratted her out. Fucking goody-two-shoes.

Carolina smiled "Ah okay then that's good, that girl is... well, she's loco, get's it from her Mama. Just through that door and to the left, you may have to knock, she usually sleeps in early for cheerleading in the morning. Go on now, Pollito, the longer she slumbers the more grumpy she'll be, go!"

You chuckled, waving as you did "Th-thanks..."

Following her directions, you went through the doors to the hall beyond the lounge and came to a few doors in an arc of the room. You stared at the left door, it's illustrious "Quedarse fuera (Stay out)" painted with excellent skill on its face making you pause.

You really couldn't describe how powerful the RUN YOU BUBBLE-GUM DUMB DUMB feeling was right now. it was like a pure fight or flight reaction. fuck.... You could hear music too...

"Seriously? Despacito? are you serious?"

The Tune boomed loudly from within, nullifying your knocks as You shimmered. You tried again... nothing... and again... well sheeeeet that sign wasn't joking... fuck.

!!!!!! Coward.....

Your hand gripped the door handle, and before you could stop it, you pushed down and cracked it ajar.

You eyes opened wide. There, in a loose sweater, and her pitch-black panties, was the woman herself, Isabella Salvador, her long wavy hair dancing along as she jumped and pranced in-time with the song, the locks where blonde, dyed up until the roots where she Dark hair remained. Her pale eyes were closed as she raised something up to her mouth, the doobie blazing red as she toked long from it, her window white open to let the smoke out.

Her body... it was... something else, she was lean and sleek, she didn't quite possess her mother's round ass, but it was perky for sure, and you should make out the shape of her breasts through her loose jumper as she jigged to the music, tossing her form on her bed.

This was the purest form of voyeurism, looking in on one of the Untouchables... in her messy bedroom, smoking a blunt and jigging to music... but that was only the beginning.

Isabella leant over her bed, flashing you her ass... you could see the crease of her slit as she brandished and heavy very old looking book, along with... well... a stick. the stick was curved and black, like a tiny tree branch, though it had a bunch of weird symbols on it. She looked at it hesitantly, swigging straight from a bottle of white wine she had on the nightstand, and she eventually opened it up, cracking the tome open and staring resolutely...

She seemed dissatisfied, staring at the pages with annoyance before closing it again and pushing it aside... she didn't need it for what she did next, because she grasped the hem of her panties and pulled them straight off.

Isabella Salvador's cunt was shaved clean, save for a little love heart that she cut into her dark pubic hairs... she had a wide bird tattoo just under her navel, and you could not help but stare at her open slit as she spread her legs, exposing her mound as it opened, glistening beautifully.

You felt wrong doing this, she'd fucking kill you if she caught you... but at the same time, something inside screamed with joy, engorged with you hardening member as she tickled at the width of her fat clit.

Despite your guilt at the situation, you found your and clutching your cock over your jeans, watching as she gripped the wooded stick in her hand and directed it down towards her opening.

"She's going to jack off with a fucking stick!?"

Hell yeah she was, Isabella groaned deeply as the head of the smooth polished mahogany wood stick pushed past her entrance, her sliver eyes fluttering as she whispered something "voluptas...."

Isabella's eyes where a pale milky colour, it added to her icy stare, but in that moment as the engravings on the stick glowed an ominous azure that gave you deja vu, you could have sworn that her eyes began to shine with a dark paradoxical light.

The Stick glowed as it pushed between her walls, the Untouchable letting out a long deep moan as her eyes crossed, body tensing in pleasure as she quivered in an instant orgasm.

You grip tightened on your cock, watching this Latina bombshell pleasure herself with whatever this strange device was, your hands shuffling faster and faster, in time with her shafting herself with the stick that glistened with girl 2-cum as she moaned loudly, the music barely masking her joy.

"F-Fuck..." You whispered as She drew closer and closer, faster and faster, her voice yelping out in joy as You stroked within her rhythm, watching as she violently quaked in a rumbling and unrelenting orgasm.

People speak of the eye in the storm, the calm in the chaos, a moment of serenity amongst anarchy, Isabella felt this calm, and in that gentle moment of understanding, Isabella's pale eyes looked upon the crack in the door, and straight into the silver orbs that looked through them. Your eyes.

The Latina paused at your gaze, and you froze under hers, the heavy rising and falling of her chest in her afterglow, the anchored breaths that she drew hungrily into her lungs. and the Eye of the storm passed and you both made your moves, yours to run away... and her's to lift her wand, still shining with her juices, and draw a wide circle above "A Call to the bloodless, A Lord of the dark." She whispered the circled cutting into the air above, a Blackish-Violet hole textured by an oozing azure forming within in.

You ran in the opposite direction, your head snapping the other way, only to meet the same Black-Purple mass, your body passing through its ring, and falling for only a second, though it's warm writhing mass.

You yelped, falling through the portal, and down unto a springy bed, and a warm body. You were on top of Isabella, her eyes wide and focused, your's terrified and confused as she locked her legs around you, her wet, warm slip pressing against you as she agilely twisted you around so that she was on top of you, pressing the slick tip of her branched stick into your throat as her face twisted with malice "What did you see- what did you SEE!?" She cried.

You muttered incoherently "Nothing! Nothing! what was that!? what the fuck was that!?" You cried, Isabella's eyes growing more angrily as she pressed her stick hardener against you jugular.

"What. did, you see Pendejo!? huh!?" She cried

You squirmed, unable to contain your flustered allure at having an untouchable part-naked on top of you "I d-didn't s-s-see anything I'm-I'm SORRY!" You cried.

She growled angrily "You come to kill me Huh!? you want to fuck up my head like you did Vic's Is that what you want fucker!?"

"NO! NO! I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!?" You pleaded. Isabella looked into your eyes, she saw the honest innocence in your eyes and paused.

"¿Qué pasa, Isobella? están ustedes dos bien? el té de tu hombre se está enfriando!?" Carolina called out in Spanish, louder than the music, her voice just outside of the door. Isabella froze, quickly jutting her head and calling back

"Estamos bien mamá, solo estamos ... ¿besándonos?" She grimaced, in clear hopes that it would send her mother away. and Carolina sighed on the otherside of the door.

"Está bien, niña, dale una lengua extra para mí. ese chico blanco es seeeexyyyy Muwah!" You hear Carolina move away from the door, and Isabella grimace even deeper, backing away and pulling her jumper down further to cover herself as she stared at you angrily.

"You better come up with something really good to convince me not yo turn you into a Toad." She gritted her teeth, pointing what You realised was a glowing wand at you

Your hands flew up "I-I was sent here Izzy, I was sent... j-just... calm down. fuckin' pointing magical sticks at me and shit."

Her face hardened at the use of that name "Who!?"

"I don't know!? some voice in my head, in a black lake or something I-"

Isabella's eyes opened in revelation, and she removed her wand from your neck, looking much tamer as she rubbed her eyes "Shit... Shit..." She whispered "Fuck... Ugh you are so lucky I'm drunk as fuck and blazed out of my mind right now or I swear to the Old One I'd... I'd... shit..." She whispered again, looking forlorn.

You stared at Isabella. this was the first time in years that You'd seen her ****, or sad... or whatever this was, and so you found yourself speaking "Why do you hate me so much?"

Isabella's milky eyes looked at you, and she scowled "That fact that you forgot. That's why I hate you Guapo."

Your hands took her arm, and she flinched, her nostrils flaring at Your physical contact. But your silver eyes pierced into her "I'm serious Izzy... We used to be friends... back in Highschool, before the untouchables, before my dad... even before Jane... What happened?"

Isabella's face seemed to be disarmed for a moment, though her hatred quickly flared, snatching her wrist away as she looked so angry that she might cry "I... Don't mention that fucking slut to me again... Vicky and Millie may like here but... Fuck!" She burred her head in her hands, her long dyed blonde hair covering her face as she grunted "I can't refuse her. I want to but... I can't refuse her, she's my Mistress..."

"Who is it Izzy? You're not saying that voice in my dream... it's real?" You asked she gave you a puzzling look, before huffing.

"You lost your memory. I forgot. look I don't care what You do just..." Her pale eyes twisted as if she was unsure of what to say "Stay out of it, We are bad news, Your type is bad, Ms Francheska's even worse but... just stay out of it."

"I need answers, I am sick of people keeping things from me, hiding themselves from me, beating the fuck out of me0 ugh." You winced at the pain in your nose, Izzy looking at the patch on it.

"Lemme guesses, Duke didn't take to kindly to you trying to talk to your little nerd girlfriend, surprise surprise. No wonder-"

"Shut up..." You growled.

Izzy raised an eyebrow, seemingly shocked at You boldness "W-What?"

"Shut. Up. The Voice told me to find you and I found you so... Bye." Getting up from her bed, Isabella watched you suspiciously, though quickly reached over and grabbed your arm, pulling you back.

"fine. I'll tell you why we stopped being friends... I suppose I might as well as long as I'm breaking the rules..." Izzy peered at you, as You peered back, ready to hear what the False Blonde Latina had to say.