I leaped into the air and snatched Isaac before my mother could catch him.

I cradled him under my arms in a bridal style, and gently placed his body over the steps that led to whatever was left of the altar. Still unconscious, I pushed his dusty auburn hair out of his closed eyes and spot a splash of freckles on his slightly sun burnt nose.

I couldn't love someone like this. But if he got hurt...I got hurt. His pain was my pain. Until that ring was taken off, we were one soul.

"A human? My sweet young daughter, why? Death was such a better pick but of course you had to mess that up too."

I curled my fingers into my palm and stood up. "You can't decide who I want to marry!"

"It affects me greatly though! You represent me! When people look at you, they immediately remember I'm your mother and I raised you so I pay the consequence of your awful reputation. Like when you murdered your—"

Within her next heartbeat, I closed the space between us and pressed my sword to her neck. "I did not kill my daughter."

My breath fanned her ear, and her plump red lips that resembled mine stretched into an amused smile. "Yes you did. You never listen to mama. Always own up to your mistakes."

Shards of glass rose from the floor and aimed towards my back. "Like how I'm about to own up to mine," she said. "You're the biggest mistake I've made, Alice. And it's about time I fix it."

I pressed the blade a little deeper into her skin, feeling her cold blood rush under the blade. "One swipe and you'd be done," I murmured.

A deep chuckle left her mouth. "And how will that turn out? You and your new boyfriend dead. I mean, with Grim here, I feel that's enough death in the room, don't you think?"

I lifted the sword off her neck, but her shards of glass behind me were still ready to fire.

"I didn't think you had a limit on the amount of lives you take."

A drop of blood leaked from her eyes, and she smiled. "I never play fair either."

My face twisted in disgust. "I forgot you cried with blood, not tears. Thank Satan I didn't inherit that. I already bleed out of one place every month so another would just mean a bigger budget on feminine hygiene." More blood streaked down her face as she smiled harder. "Oh my god, mom. Don't you have, like, eye tampons or something?"

"Whether she has normal tears or not, lady is still salty about us," Grim commented.

I gave him a sideways deadpan. "Seriously. That's the one thing you say when I'm about to die?"

"Blood tears of joy, my daughter! I can finally fix my mistake!" my mother cackled and threw her arms up.

The glass shards shot forward and Grim raised his hand, half of the altar flying between me and the glass.

"Let's make a memorable moment and take it this back to where you two got married, shall we?!" My mother released a psycho laugh and I felt my entire weight drop down into the ground.

A second later, the broken church disappeared and water now stretched in every direction. She put us on the island Grim and I got married on.

I glanced down, heels now switched to leather gladiator shoes, and my trench coat worn at Isaac's wedding was replaced by the most exquisite red gown that made Grim choke at the altar. A hundred years ago anyway.

I immediately searched for Grim who was in fine white cotton that hugged his torso. The suit he wore the suit at our wedding. Damn him for still looking just as good as he did a century ago.

Isaac. I spotted him slouched in a lawn chair with a coconut and straw. He remained unconscious as a pair of sunglasses sat crooked on top of his glasses.

"If your little girl was here, she'd make a perfect flower girl!" my mother squealed with her hands clasped together. "Too bad you murdered her."

The mental door I bolted shut flew open as a flood of memories poured into my head. White hot anger ripped in my chest and I tore off the end of my dress as I knew this was about to get dirty. "I did not murder her."

My mother unleashed a demonic scream and the ten second window to breath opened before she unleashed her army of demons on us.

"Your mother needs to stop trying to kill us. It was our child, not hers."

Pain split down my chest when he said 'our child'.

"What can I say? She's as crazy as me," I croaked.

He didn't get a chance catch my own teary eyes as seven demons sprouted from under the sand, which reminded me of that stupid gofer game in the arcade. You know, the one where the gofers popped out and you had to smack them with a hammer and then they came fucking back like trolls?

Except instead of a hammer, I had a sword, and rather gofers, they were blood-thirsty demons from my mother's psychotic mind.

Clouds rushed across the once pretty night sky and the wind howled. Sudden rain poured down and I had to blink back as the drops sneaked into my eyes.

I ducked under a demon's leg that swung around and shot back up to catch a whiff of his breath reeking of open graves. Its eyes were like funeral candles that bathed the ocean shore--the only source of light on the beach tonight.

It loomed over me with a beastly height that was three times the size of my nineteen-year-old looking body, it's skin of polished ivory white gleaming under the moon.

I could feel the sandal strings dig into my calves as I snapped my heel up and clipped the temple of the demon.

Another demon opened its mouth, a red maggot tongue lolling between its yellow fangs and lunged for me.

I leaped back from the snatching jaw, seconds away from being a mush of flesh and leather, and drove my sword through it's skull. Blue sparks light up before it's body shatters like dark, wet glass.

"Alice! You need to get Isaac and yourself out of here!" Grim shouted through screaming thunder.

He was purposefully holding off the five other demons, each attack and counter swift as the wind and nimble as a fox. Exactly how I taught him.

He let out an aggressive cry and drove his fist into the sand. All five demons froze in shock before shattering by his feet.

Six-foot-two Grim loomed above me, all golden muscle and blond hair that hanged past his ears.

Rain and sweat slicked our skin, and if I was immature, I'd say this would be a great opener for a porno.

A hunter roar scatters a cloud of seagulls behind us, louder than the tide crashing on the jagged rocks. The sand dotted in dark blue blood rumbles and I tighten my grip on the sword handle.

"Alice Hatter! Listen to me for the first time in your damn life!" Grim snapped.

My mother screamed once again and the sand rumbled as more demons were about to pop up.

The shitty part about hating an ex was when they actually did something good, you had to be a grown up about it and push away all the anger you built up.

There were a million of things I wanted to tell him that I rehearsed until my mirror got tired of me, but it all vanished with one look at him.

I met the urgent swirl of Grim's deep sapphire blue eyes, the ones I got lost in too many times. I would never understand how dark his eyes were.

I nodded and spotted the lawn chair was now empty. "Isaac?!" I exclaimed.

The young man, looking drunk and still out of it, had stumbled over to my mother with his arms out. "Grandma, is that you? I can't seem to find my glasses..."

"Oh my god." I stepped on a demon's head as it tried to rise from the sand and sprung over to Isaac.

Just as my mother turned around, Isaac's hands groped her face like he was searching for something. "Seriously, grandma. It's been twenty one years and you still hide my glasses from me."

I pounced on Isaac and his cheek hit the sand first, then my knees pinned down his shoulder blades; all in time to dodge my mother's hand that sent a death sound wave where Isaac was standing seconds ago, which would've killed us both.

Grim jumped between my mother and I and drove his fist into the sand again. My mother grasped her ears and screamed, his power not strong enough to break her but enough to buy us more time.

The water by the shore came to life as it started a vicious whirlpool beside us.

My body was bursting with confusion and anger because everything was happening at once and I didn't know what was going on and there were so emotions to a point where run on sentences were accurate representations of my life.

I scrambled to my feet and grabbed Isaac by the collar of his new Hawaiian shirt that my mom had put him in.

I darted my furious eyes back to Grim. "Why are you helping me?!" I exasperated.

My mother started blinking fast, her senses now returning.

I said, "Grim, we both agreed to stay away from each other! Hells Bells! You tried to kill me three times since our divorce!"

Grim shouted through the cracking thunder and howling wind. "If someone is going to kill you, Alice, it's going to be me. Not your mother." His eyes softened and I wasn't sure if the gloss in his eyes were the rain or tears. "You've caused me a great pain that your mother could never, ever, imagine."

Lightning blinded the sky, bathing the whole scene in fleeting, brilliant white.

I heard him then say, "And you will pay for it."

"Grim-what?!"

His sly smile that sent my heart throbbing showed up again. "Just not today, sweet pea," he said and kicked me and Isaac into the water portal.

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