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be not afraid

(scream x midnight mass)

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They weren’t supposed to see. It was supposed to happen quickly, in the dead of night. Tara was supposed to have it all wrapped up within fifteen minutes, maybe ten, tops. They weren’t supposed to find out like this.

It was unfortunate that this time, there was so much blood. Truthfully, it made the situation appear worse than it was. The sisters were better than this typically; this—this was just a messy accident.

That’s what Tara had to convince them anyway.

Mindy took another shuddering breath, her face turning a sickly green color. Behind her was a white-faced Chad, his fingers clutching his stomach. Both siblings looked absolutely horrified.

Not for long. Tara was once afraid, too. But she remembers well what Sam had whispered the night she found out what was going on.

Be not afraid, Tara. I’m still here. I’m still me. Be not afraid.

Finally collecting herself, Mindy raised a shaky finger, pointing at the body on the floor. Tara could feel her hackles raising a bit at the gesture— as she could feel it was an accusatory expression. Almost as if Sam and Tara were in the wrong.

Darting forward, Tara laid her hands on Mindy’s, gently squeezing them. The girl flinched at the touch, her mouth agape, her eyes wide in disbelief. Ignoring the expression on the girl’s face, Tara pushed forward.

“Be not afraid, Mindy. All is well. We are all okay. In fact, we’re all alive. Do you know why we are alive?” she gently whispered, brushing a lock of hair behind Mindy’s ear.

Mindy pulled back a bit, her lips forming into a snarl. “Chad and I are here by accident. We are not getting wrapped up into whatever little freakshow you have going on here!” she shrilly yelped.

Tara fought the urge to roll her eyes. Pathetic. The twins were always so meek and pathetic. They could never understand the sacrifices and the blood the sisters gave to make this all happen— to save them. All their hard work was squandered away just because two nonbelievers couldn’t see past their rose-tinted glasses.

Be not afraid.

Holding more firmly to Mindy’s hands, Tara gently pressed her nails into the girl’s skin, relishing how she flinched at the pain. Good. They all must be ready for when it was their turn to give.

“Mindy. Do you understand the miracle that you are witnessing today? Do you not see with your own eyes what has happened here today?”

“Sam killed that guy. He’s dead,” Chad whispered, her eyes as wide as saucers.

Tara turned back to the miracle behind her. True, the man was dead, no longer living, no longer breathing their air. But why did it matter so much? The man wasn’t a loved person or a cherished one at that. Sam was opportunistic, but she wasn’t cruel. It was better to pick those who wouldn’t be missed— nobody would look for them anyway.

The man lay dead on the ground, dried blood staining the floorboards beneath him. His eyes were closed, his mouth open, and arms out— as if he was welcoming the sisters.

They welcomed him indeed.

Her eyes slowly followed the trail of blood to the body in the corner, her mouth betraying her. She just couldn’t help but smile at the woman before her. In the corner, huddled up, was her big sister. How could Tara ever forget what Sam looked like?

Even with the streaks of dried blood running down her chin or the sweaty hair that clung to her forehead— and the eyes, oh, the eyes. Those eyes that Tara had looked for all her life, deep brown and warm, now tinted with a disc of silver in them. Even now, as they looked upon Tara with fright, Tara knew those eyes. Those were Sam’s eyes.

Who was she to betray them?

“So the killing bothers you now?” Tara said quietly, turning back to the twins before her.

Both Mindy and Chad looked at Tara as if she had gone mad.

“Are you fucking crazy?” Mindy whispered, her voice cracking with… fear.

Why were they still afraid?

Tara stepped forward, noticing how both people flinched and leaned their bodies back. She fought the urge to sigh. Changing the minds of the nonbelievers would be trickier than she anticipated.

But Sam was counting on her, and Tara would never let her big sister down.

Breathing out, Tara found her balance. Sammy needed her. Her big sister needed her.

She bent down, falling to her knees. She could feel three pairs of eyes on her, following her every move. All she cared about was the pair she was drifting to.

Sam lay up against a wall, her eyes dark, her mouth and throat coated in crimson blood. The dingy lighting illuminated her big sister’s face, lighting her sister from within.

Sam had never looked better.

Slowly, deliberately, and without any particular reason, Tara got down on her hands and knees and started to crawl toward her big sister.

Her palms scraped against the unforgiving floorboards, splinters intermixing with the trails of blood already seeped into the wood. The blood she stepped in was still warm, the viscous liquid sticking to her skin, coating her. She kept her eyes on Sam, letting her big sister watch her crawl towards her.

I am all yours. Consume me.

Tara sidled up to Sam, resting her blood-stained hands on her pants. Sam watched her every movement, eyes zeroing in on the handprints Tara left behind. The two stayed there for a moment, existing just for each other— as if there were no other beings in the room.

Quietly, almost noiselessly, Tara spoke, keeping her voice just above a whisper. She didn’t want to scare Sam away, not like this, never like this.

“I’m here, baby. I’m here. I love you, Sammy. I love you so fucking much,” she gently muttered, her hands twitching against her jeans.

God, she just wanted to envelop her big sister in a hug, hold her, and never let her go. She was so proud of Sam, so fucking proud. This is who her big sister was meant to be. Ruthless, protective, and loyal. All the things that made Sam who she was.

And Sam was here now.

“Tara,” Chad whispered from behind her, his voice laced with worry.

Tara ignored the question and rested her hand on Sam’s shoulder. Her big sister didn’t flinch, but her eyes widened like saucers. The blood on Tara’s hands seeped onto Sam’s shirt, and her big sister twitched beneath her touch. Good. Sam was alive.

She squeezed Sam’s shoulder, letting her big sister feel her prescience. “We can do this. We can fucking do this.”

“Tara.”

“It’s you and I. I’m not afraid. Do you hear me? I’m not afraid,” she said forcefully, shaking Sam slightly.

Her big sister tilted her head, her eyes glowing in the dim room. Tara shuffled closer, almost sitting on Sam’s lap, and held onto her big sister’s face with her bloody palms. Sam blinked at the touch but leaned in, letting her forehead touch Tara’s. The two breathed in the metallic scent of blood, tasting the copper that intertwined them forever.

Sam had never looked so good.

“TARA!”

Pausing, Tara gripped her sister’s face in her hand, smearing blood off the chin she loved so dearly. Sam didn’t take her eyes off of her, not even through the yelling or the suffocating room.

Tara nodded once, staring intensely into Sam’s eyes.

And Sam nodded back, opening her mouth to smile wide.

Both girls shivered at the sight of the glint of the white, sharp canines that poked out of Sam’s mouth.

Be not afraid.

Tara stood up, staring down at the blood on her hands. Sam watched her every move, almost goading Tara to do what she was thinking.

Taste it.

Who was Tara to deny Sam that pleasure?

Without breaking eye contact, Tara held her hand up to her mouth, licking the blood from her wrist all the way up to her fingertips. The warm blood coated her tongue, stained her teeth, and seeped into her gums. It was a strange feeling, the copper taste of someone else’s blood now in her body.

But it was the most divine thing Tara had ever tasted.

Once she finished with one hand, she moved to the other, the glint of Sam’s teeth flashing in the air.

As she started to taste the blood on her arms, Mindy reached forward and grabbed Tara by the shoulder, forcing her to turn around.

“Are you fucking insane?” Mindy yelled, her ironclad grip on Tara’s shoulder aching.

The girl shoved Tara forward, forcing her to look at the dead body on the floor. “That person is DEAD!”

Behind them, Sam growled, a warning shot. Tara held a hand up, forcing Sam to stand down. She could handle this; she could protect them.

Shaking Mindy’s grip off her, Tara bared her teeth, the blood dripping off her canines, pooling in her mouth. The twins stepped back, stunned, almost disgusted at the sight— as if Tara was the dirty one in this situation.

She would show them.

“Let’s not pick and choose the endless deaths that she saved our lives from to tarnish!” she shouted, pointing at the dead body on the floor. “Sam saved us tonight; that man was nothing! He was a selfish, cruel, and evil man! She saved us!”

“Saved us from what, Tara? A drunk fool walking around town?” Chad sneered, crossing his arms in defiance.

Tara bristled, her hands balling into fists at her side.

“Do not question the word of God!” she yelled, her voice thundering through the room.

The twins stood there for a moment, dumbfounded. Chad just looked disgusted and afraid, while Mindy found her voice first.

“God? You mean Sam?” the girl said incredulously, her voice going up an octave.

She was afraid.

Tilting her head, Tara crossed her arms, smiling sweetly. “You know what I meant.”

Clearing her throat, Tara walked towards the dead body, looking down at it. Without warning, she stepped on his face, smiling as she felt his nose crunch beneath her foot. The twins flinched at the action, their bodies pressing against the door.

Reaching down, she wiped some of the blood off of her boot and tasted it. It wasn’t quite as warm anymore, but it would do.

As she played with the blood on her fingers, she spoke carefully. A warning shot— a test of some sort, to see if her former friends were worthy of giving them their love.

“She’s protected us before, she’s protected us then, and now here she is, doing what is made to do. How dare you insult her like that?” Tara paused, staring down at the twins.

She stepped forward, noticing how Chad gripped the doorknob and how Mindy’s hands went to her pocket— no doubt to grab the pocketknife she kept handy there. It was almost laughable, their attempts to avoid their fate; as if Tara hadn’t already padlocked the door and blocked off all their exits. The twins shouldn’t be here tonight; they shouldn’t have barged in. What happened next was only fate itself.

Besides, the Carpenter sisters were not known for their mercy, and the twins, of all people, should know that well. It was a pity they would know their wrath tonight— what a waste of a friendship.

Be not afraid.

“Sam protects you, me,” Tara murmured, turning to look down at her big sister.

There was some glint in Sam’s eye, a hint of some sort. Tara realized it was a challenge, a challenge to show Sam what she was made of.

Who was Tara to deny her big sister of that?

Tara grinned, turning back to the twins. “And we don't have to be afraid ever again.”

And there Tara lunged, her white canines flashing in the dark, her silver ringed eyes the last thing both twins saw before they hit the floorboards.

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