How To Decode A Cryptic Identity

Her breathing was heavy, they had been at this for hours and she didn't know how much longer of this she could handle. Her whole body was bruised and there was blood everywhere, she fought to keep her eyes open, but she didn't know how long she could last. She let out a loud scream as the riding crop came down on her again.

"You know, you used to like this kind of stuff." Mr Cryptic said with a chuckle and Cleo groaned coughing on blood.

"That was a different time my love, you were gentle and innocent." Cleo managed to get out with a small laugh and Mr Cryptic shrugged.

"times change" was all the voice spoke before brining the crop down on her once more, he got out a knife and held it to her neck and Cleo gulped. "I wonder if you still have a fetish for blood." Mr Cryptic spoke before brining the knife to his own arm and cutting through his flesh and the blood dripped down his arm and pooled onto the floor. Cleo started at it in lust and she groaned slightly.

"Back to your games I see." Cleo laughed and Mr Cryptic smiled softly.

"You wish." he said in humour before bringing the knife back to her skin and he traced the cold silver down her arm giving her shivers.

"Stop" she moaned "Please."

"You've never asked me too before," Mr Cryptic said before stopping, "I will be back in an hour or two, have time to rest." was all he said before walking out.

Cleo took a breath and tried to piece it all together in her head. That day at the museum the diamond must've felt Isabelle's connection to it and latched itself onto her, possessing her. It mustn't have taken complete control over Violet because of how powerful she is and could go back to herself. So why murder those born at a blood moon? Power she assumed, so no one else can be as evil as cryptic? And now that she had wrapped her head around it she closed her eyes and slowly drifted away into unconsciousness, her heart rate slowing at the second.

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Violet woke up to the sound of complete silence, it was 8 am which was weird because Cleo had a strange mind and if things were not done her way then she would literally have a breakdown. Cleo usually woke up at 6:30 am and then continued to wake Violet up at 7:15 am every single day so when Violet got to sleep In there was usual something wrong. She went to investigate her room to find there was no one in there, she must've gone out? Her costume was neatly placed on the bed. But she wouldn't go out without her costume, would she?

She scanned the room and gasped when she saw what was on the wall, 'come find her -Mr C' was it writing in blood? Going closer to the wall she traced her finger over the lining of the words and she sighed in relief when she knew it was spray paint. Activating her wolf senses she sniffed around until she caught Cleo's scent and she followed it out of the house after leaving a note for her parents that her and Cleo had gone out for the day because she didn't want to make them worry.

After a few hours she lost the scent because it started to rain. The thunderstorm started to continue from earlier and the rain came down heavier, it was becoming hard for her to see anything and her feet kept getting stuck in mud. She gained a bit of hope when she saw an abandoned house up ahead and she trailed her way up towards the door.

The house was old and looked like it was going to fall down at any second, the windows were cracked and their was moss growing from the cracks in the walls. Violet pushed the door open slowly and it opened with a creek, entering the house everything was broken and run down. Her wolf senses kicked in again and she could hear small whimpers and she could smell something oh so familiar, it was coming from under the floorboards and she tried to find the entrance to the basement.

The door creaked once more and Violet jumped in the cupboard closest to her, her heart was going 100 mph and she tried to steady her breathing and the amount her hands were shaking. She peaked through the small crack in the door and she covered her mouth as a guy with blonde hair and blue eyes walked in, he had blood all over him and he was carrying a baton he had a sick grin on his face and Violet had a sick feeling in her stomach and a gut wrenching feeling that she couldn't shake off like something was terribly wrong.

She watched as the man moved the old broken sofa and opened the trap door on the floor, he went down with an evil laugh and Violet jumped as there was a sound of metal hitting skin and a ear piercing scream. Then...silence...nothing dared to move even the thunder stopped and for a whole 5 seconds there was complete silence.

Only when the thunder started again she even dared to move from the closet, with each step she took the floorboards made a creaking sound. The stairwell was dark so she took out her phone and turned on her flashlight and slowly made her way down. Her heart was pounding as she came to another door and she turned off her flashlight. The door made no sound when it was opened but she could hear voices inside and as soon as the door opened Cleo's scent hit her hard and she stumbled slightly. She crept into the room and anger clouded her head at what she saw, Cleo tied up in the middle of the room to a chair, barley breathing covered in bruises and blood and then the blonde haired man was who she could only assume was Mr Cryptic towering over her holding the baton and his back to Violet. There was a sudden ding from her phone and Violet cursed in her head.

Good morning princess! -A

Oh god, how I hate you Aubrey, how I hate you so much.

"So nice of you to join us Violet" Mr Cryptic said without even turning around and she stayed silent fists clenched, Cleo's voice spoke up so quiet that not even Violet could hear her. "Huh what's that?" He spoke leaning his ear closer to her mouth "don't hurt her? Ha! You're in no place to tell me what to do." he laughed before brining the baton down on her again but this time there was no screaming. Cleo simply refused to show any pain or weakness in front of Violet so she bite her lip so hard it started to bleed even more than it originally was.

"Oh not showing pain in front of our little friend?" He grinned sickly and hit her in the back of the head surely making her pass out, and that's when Violet couldn't take anymore, her head was clouded with anger like earlier when the guard tried to rape her. She turned into a wolf her teeth sharper than ever and pounced on Mr Cryptic, knocking him to the floor she turned back human, grabbed the baton and held it above his head.

Violet brought the baton down onto Mr Cryptic's head and his lip bust and his nose was instantly broke, his eye were already forming a bruise and their was already blood running down his face.

She brought the baton down a second time and this time he started to slip into unconsciousness, he was too weak to handle this, one more and he would be dead.

Violet raised the baton high and she felt her super strength course through her blood, her mind became even more clouded with someone else's thoughts. Her mind was hopping and she couldn't stop it, she was in Cleo's mind, Mr Cryptic was Isabelle?

Mr Cryptic laughed as shadows unexpectedly gripped to Violet, draining her power and making her unable to move.

"You really think killing me would be that easy?" He spat blood towards his shoe and turned to look at Cleo who no one could tell whether she was passed out or dead. My cryptic grabbed a dagger from his pocket and grinned. "Guess you'll go out like the rest after all!" He gave a manic laugh and advanced towards her.

"Fuck you." Violet smiled through her fear and thought about Aubrey, who would tell her? His dagger dragged across her cheek.

"Open up." He spoke lowly, almost seductively and Violet did not respond. The dagger suddenly went straight through the palm of her hand and her ear pitching scream was silenced by shadows entering her mouth, keeping it open. Cryptic gripped her tongue and pressed the dagger to the side of it "any last words?"

Violet closed her eyes, and thought about her mums, they'd never forgive themselves. What if Cleo lived? She'd beat herself up over this day for the rest of her life and if she didn't? Her animals, what would happen to them? And what about Aubrey, that gorgeous brown eyed girl that Violet had ended up falling in love with. She gave a smile, ironic timing.

The dagger pressed harder into her tongue and Violet was shocked when the dagger fell to the floor. Opening her eyes slowly the diamond that was once held locked in Violets jaw had now been plunged through the heart of the man before her.

"I told you, touch her and I'd kill you. I stick to what I say." Cleo sounded broken as tears poured down her face; the shadows retreated back to the diamond and Violet slipped to the ground, ripping off a piece of her shirt to apply pressure to her one hand that was bleeding excessively.

Cleo was bruised and beaten and yet as Cryptic's body dropped to the floor she held it. The diamond had turned a deep black and then back to the clear blue it had originally been, Cleo removed it from Cryptic's body and his body started to morph into someone else's.

Isabelle was finally back, and Cleo completely broke tracing circles on her cheek.

"I'm sorry." Was all Isabelle said and Cleo pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

Violet watched in complete distraught and Cleo held the love of her life in her arms as the life slowly poured from her exactly like how the blood was. Violets heart broke for her best friend and she knew that Cleo would never forgive herself.

"I love you Isabelle."

Isabelle looked at her for a second with a small smile playing at her lips.

"I love you too Cleo."

And with her last breath, Isabelle was gone.