\\THREE MONTHS LATER//

"I heard you wanted to talk with the devil....But sadly he called in sick today." Beverly crossed the room slowly to where the man sat, her heels rhythmically hitting the concrete. "Oh well, what was it you wanted, Timothy?" She tilted her head, letting her fingers run along the wall opposite her-leaving spiderweb like cracks in their wake. "Maybe you wanted a way out?" Bev pondered. "Or maybe you realized how many lives you've destroyed, and have come to bargain a lesser sentence." The brunette guessed, a smirk etched onto her skin. "Not that any of that really matters."
"Wh-who are you?" The man stuttered, sinking further into his couch.
"You see, Timothy, you have to be careful when summoning spirits, for some aren't so nice." Beverly knelt down so they were eye level. "This," She picked up the Ouija board triangle, and flipped it around a couple times. "This is just a hunk of plastic with tons of evil spirits waiting in the wings."
"What do you want?" Timothy demanded wearily.
Beverly laughed, tossing the triangle at his feet. "Tell me, who you were trying to contact? Your dead fiance, perhaps? The one you left to rot in a shallow grave just north of Aline Street?" She could see she was pushing all the right buttons when his facial expression hardened. "Of course, it was her."
"Who the heck are you, if not the devil." He demanded this time stronger than before.
"You don't remember me?" Bev asked, righting herself. "I sure remember you, but if you insist. I'm Beverly Elizabeth. The seven-year-old girl you left to bleed out on the floor." She grabbed a glass cup from off the coffee table. "So sad."
From behind her, Bev could hear him getting up. The brunette turned to him sharply. "I wouldn't do that." She warned, but he did not take heed to it.
Before he could even blink, she had thrown him back into the chair. "You just don't listen, but that's okay soon you won't need to."
The ground shook every step Bev took. "Did Hallie scream when you burned her alive?" There was a look in her eyes that would have made the most God fearing person quake in their boots. Her eyes an unnatural purplish red. "Not telling?" She sighed. "That's too bad, but understandable." Suddenly a flame lit inside the cup she held.
Timothy sat there speechless, unable to even comprehend what was happening.
"You're boring me." Beverly sent the cup crashing into the wall directly behind his head, glass shattering everywhere. "You ready for the devil? I know he's ready to meet the man who harmed his great great granddaughter." She gingerly laid a hand on his shoulder, flames curled around her fingertips. "It is only fitting you die as she suffered." With that she lit him aflame (smiling all the while).
Beverly Eliza watched as the flames rose higher devouring him completely. After a few moments all that remained was a pile of ashes. She kicked at the ashes like a child would a mound of leaves. "See ya in hell." With that Bev spun on her heels and swiftly left.

***

"There you are." Colin said from the living room. "Out doing anything fun, sis?" He questioned, raising off the couch to join the brunette in the kitchen.
Beverly removed her coat and shoes before answering the boy. "Extremely fun." She laughed. "I went to see an old friend."
"Is that why there's gray ash on your boots?" Colin sighed. "Bevie, you promised to be careful." He followed after her, shutting the bedroom door behind him.
The brunette flopped down on the bed prepared to ignore her worrisome brother's lecture, but it never as simply as that in their house. "Listen, I was super careful, OK?" She glanced over at him, and patted the spot next her.
Colin did as told and laid down as well. "I know, but it's just.... Even if one person saw you it could be all over." He said. "Or what if Nori and Magnus identified you?"
Bev laughed. "Calm down, no one saw me. Besides we haven't heard anything of them in over a month."
Realization struck home when those words left her mouth. Beverly hadn't been to school, nor seen anyone in three months, but for some reason she didn't miss them-not even Eddie.
Not since she came here.
Over this time Colin and Beverly had grown close, closer than her and Andrew ever were. They were sorta like partners in crime. Colin taught her to control her powers, and Bev taught him to loosen up and be crazy.
Ask any doctor and they would tell you Beverly had gone insane, snapped and dove straight into the deep end of the craziness pool.
Her personality had made a three-sixty from the shy quiet honor student with a love of horror; to a killer who left chaos in her wake. Her love of the creepy only making things ten times worse.
But one thing hadn't changed in the past few months: She still wanted Nori and Magnus dead for what they'd done, and would stop at nothing to achieve it.

Get ready - Izzy