(TW: mentions and insinuated rape and extreme violence & murder in this chapter. Read with caution or skip if these things make you uncomfortable)

He used some kind of spell that I had never seen before.

He used the memory from my head to create two forms from silver mist, I recognized them both.

One was me, a few years younger with wild hair and an oversized dress that I had found in my mother's closet. The other sent a pang of hurt through my body.

Woodlyn.

Yes it was true, Sebastian didn't know the whole story.

Overton decided he would show him everything. The forms of mist danced around each other, limbs entangled together and lips connected in a kiss.

"Woodlyn, my son, knew what Sereia was. He knew she was a monster and he would cleanse the world of her sin." Overton began.

"He first got her trust."

The forms of mist pulled back and looked at each other. The form of me, a few years younger, caressed Woodlyn's silver cheek. I watched as Mist Sereia turned her back and then Woodlyn lunged on her.

"When she was at her weakest, he attacked."

I bit my lip and looked away, I did not want to see this, not again. I had already lived through it once I didn't want to live through it again.

Sebastian remained watching and I saw his face harden at the sight. I could see the silver mist figures reflected in his eyes.

"He took many things from her that day but the greatest of all was her song which left her powerless."

I looked back to see Woodlyn leaving, my own mistiful self shouting at him and once he was gone she layed there, sobbing and defeated.

"Woodlyn thought he had won. And he had, but he was too pompous. He returned to her to gloat. That was his flaw."

I remembered, days had passed and Woodlyn returned to the shore as I was collecting shells. The figures displayed it well but I recalled it myself. I had just picked up- whatelse- but a cockle shell when I saw him.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

Woodlyn walked over to me. I dropped the shell out of my fingers and I started to run but he was too fast. He caught me, his strong arms wrapped around my torso and threw me down onto the sand.

He stood over me and kicked me in my side. I screamed in pain and thrashed around, trying to get up but he refused. He pinned me down, his hands holding my shoulders to the ground and his knees on my thighs. I screamed and shouted.

"Shut up!"

he had yelled at me over and over again.

"You bitch! Shut up!"

he slapped me and that only made me angrier. I screamed in his face, a scream of pure rage.

"I'm going to have to remind you of what you are, nothing." He said. "And anything you may have had, any power, I have taken from you. You are weak because of me and I'll remind you of that you bitch." He reached down and unclasped his belt and ripped my skirt up.

"No!"

I screamed and struggled against him. He slapped me again. He reached into his pants and-

WHAM.

While he was so busy trying to take advantage of me again I caught him off guard.

In his weakness I had retrieved a sea stone that my hand felt on the shore. I brought it across the back of his head and the blow was enough to make him loose his strength for a moment. Just enough for me to push him off of me and stand over him.

"You-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence. I hit him again. This time it was clean across the face and it left a gash just above his right eyebrow, my right his left. He lifted his fingers to feel the sting of where the seastone had hit him.

"You bitch!" He scrambled, trying to stand. "I'll kill-"

I hit him again. This time he was pinned beneath me. I sat on his chest with my knees digging into his shoulder blades.

"Sereia."

He said my name, almost like it were a prayer and I brought the stone down on his face again.

"Stop."

He breathed, blood was being slung everywhere as I now beat him nonstop with the stone. Crimson stained my over sized white dress. I raised the stone over my head, the spray of his blood had left a mess on me, soaking me.

"Please..."

He muttered but I didn't care. A scream, primal and raw left my lips in response. I echoed across the shore and sounded more like the roar of thunder as I brought the stone down on him one more time, smashing his skull and spraying me with his blood.

My chest heaved as I looked down at him, now motionless and hardly recognizable as Woodlyn. I stood slowly off of his body and threw the stone into the sea. I looked back down at his body and I grabbed his wrists, lifting them to my waist and pulled his corpse into the sea for her to dispose of as she liked, he would probably be made into food for the sharks and I didn't mind that at all.

Once he was consume by the waves I too walked out into the surf. I was covered in his blood and the sea would lick me clean. As far as what I had done, I felt no remorse. Woodlyn deserved what he got. He was the monster, not me.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

"So now you see."

Overton said and the misty forms of my memory vanished.

"That thing," He pointed at me with his wand. "Is a monster, a killer." He said. "She murdered my son."

"Your son was a rapist."

I retorted, my voice was low and I refused to look at him.

"A what?" Overton snapped and I looked up at him.

"A rapist." I said louder.

"Don't you call him that-" "I will call him whatever I damn well like." I snapped back at him.

"I called him a rapist because he is a rapist and I will be dead before I apologize to him or you for what I did. I killed him because of it, because of what he was."

"You are a monster for it." "No." I snapped.

"I am a woman. I am a woman who fought back and to you, that's what makes me a monster."

"Enough of this." Overton rolled his eyes.

"AVADA-" a green swirl of light gathered around his wand. Sebastian's hands were on me instantly as he pulled me out of the way of the killing curse.

The blow was so powerful it knocked us to the side, I laid cradled in Sebastian's arms. "Get up." He told me softly in my ear and we both rose.

"My son should have killed you." Overton retorrted.

"Like you did to my parents?" I snapped back. Every time I spoke overton seemed to get angrier.

"Go on, do it." I screamed. "Murder me like you murdered my mother." the grip on his wand tightened and his knuckles turned white as he brought his hand back, over his head, ready to launch another spell at me.

"MURDER ME LIKE YOU MURDERED MY MOTHER!" I screamed again.

"Crucio!"

Overton screamed. The curse hit me like a bullet and I felt nothing but pain. I fell to my knees and screamed. I screamed louder than I ever had. My voice was once again like thunder.