Price Of Pryce (The Queen And The Freak Sequel)

*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh's POV*

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A familiar painful yet rejuvenating sensation made me hastily opened my eyes, and I noticed that all I can see is darkness. But surely, I already have opened my eyes.

"Fudge it!" I cursed in surprise as I have carelessly sat up, and my face met a hard surface that made me lie down on my back again while rubbing my forehead. I will undoubtedly have a bruise because of it. Bruise? No way.

Where the heck am I anyway? Wait... What happened?

Puzzled, confused, and all other wondering emotions, I tried to touch my surroundings and hoping that I could find answers. Why can't I see? Am I not in my vampire form? I think I am. I still have my wishing necklace around my neck.

While I am trying to recall the events that could have happened before I got here in the darkness like I am inside a very unreasonably narrow space, I panicked. Fudge, is this a coffin? No. Why would I be in a coffin? I'm not dead. Well... Not really. Not totally.

Then, I flinched as I heard a spark and saw a small, very bright light that quickly disappeared near my head.

"Electric charge? From what? Lightning?" I muttered in bewilderment, and I blinked my eyes multiple times as I could slowly see something, more like... recalled something from my long-term memory.

Wait up... Lightning. Yes, lightning! I was hit by one. There were lots of lightning. Lightning that has killed a lot of... Were... Wolves. Werewolves. Oh, shit!

Remembering the events that had occurred recently before my vision turned black, I yelled, "Pryce!"

And quickly, I found myself somewhere familiar. Out in an open field and it's deep in the night.

As I feel drops of water on my head, I looked up at the sky and noticed that the rain is pouring so hard, making all of the surroundings blurry. The darkness of the night is not helping at all in making me see properly. But, thankfully, I can see a bit clear because I am in my vampire form, uncontrollably. Or maybe... I was really in my vampire form since earlier.

When I remembered her again, I tried to look around me to find everyone else. No, she was... Hurt. I was hurt. Where is everybody? Where is she? Where are the monsters that want to kill her? And, no, she is not dead! She... Where? No.

As moments passed that I am battling with my thoughts and memory, I could feel like my system is shaking in fear that I don't know if where did it come from, maybe from the feeling of repudiation from the truth. And, no, I am not accepting it! There is no fudging way that she is gone!

I turned to look at the large dead tree on my right and to the smaller living one on its left, and I walked near to the living tree as I noticed that a big branch of it has fallen to the ground. It's freshly ravaged by the great energy from the upset sky that has woken me up.

But wait... What has the branch fallen upon? Grave? It's a grave! No. Graves. Oh, my!

Then I froze in place as I have read what was written on the tombstones, which one of them was cracked by the branch, and I don't want to think that I am seeing this sight properly. My mind must have been messing up with me. No! This can't be! She is not dead! I am not dead!

Using the strength that I have in my body, I lifted the branch that is on our graves, yet I can barely move it. And I tried to use my telekinesis, but still, nothing has happened. Where is my super strength? My powers? I am a freaking vampire and a witch! Why can't I use them? Though I teleported just a while ago, I can't do it again now. Why?

Maybe my energy was drained? Probably.

Now, I badly need to drink blood or just any food. But, Pryce... she must be down there. I need to get her out. I need to save her.

Desperate in fulfilling my mission of moving the branch out of my way, I tried biting my wrist to get a taste of my blood, but I can't get any. I have no blood? No! Why? Oh, maybe that's the reason why I cannot use any of my powers. Definitely.

I tried to look around me, and I finally got a sight of something, no, somewhere that could be the answers to my hungering whole being. My house. Yes, it's my house!

Then I looked back at the tree before me. Now, this is weird. I haven't seen this tree here before. Hmmm.

I left my inexplicable concern alone and tried to close my eyes to think of arriving inside my home and straight to the fridge where my blood bags are stored, but I frowned in dismay as I found myself still on where I am when I have opened my eyes. Under the heavy rain and hungry as fudge.

And, I went running since I have no other choice. My superspeed is also out of order. I am just so miserably useless. My Pryce could have been suffering down there, and I need to get her out as soon as possible.

When I have finally arrived at the porch of my house, I tried to open the door, but I can't. Who fudging locked it?

Then I tried banging and kicking it so hard, but still, no progress.

Thankfully, my dumbness made way for my starving stomach, and I looked under the rug to find my bunch of spare keys that I have hidden here. Not safe from burglars? I know. But, who is laughing now in victory? No one. Because, hell, I can't find it anywhere here. Fudge, where the fuck is it? Who freaking touched it? This is making me furious as heck. I need food!

When I have felt myself about to cry because of feeling so much hopelessness, I got the sight of the woods near the lake. Maybe there is something that could ease my thirst there. Just a bunny, perhaps? Or just... Anything edible.

And I decided to run into the woods to find anything that I could use to make my ninety-nine problems be solved.

Luckily, I found movements near the bush at the entrance of the woods, and this could be it. The answer to my hunger.

I went near it, hoping that it is not a poisonous and venomous snake, and I slowly moved the leaves and twigs to get a sight of what is beneath it.

When I have finally seen it, I felt gloomy as I saw a family of wet quails that had run away when they got the sight of me. Poor birds. I can't take to kill one. Let alone their diligent and cherishing mama.

Mama. Yes, I have a mother-the Queen of the Northern Witches. But, I don't know how to go to her. I can't teleport.

Oh, the tree! Yes, that enormous dead tree! There is a portal there to the witches' dimension and straight to the palace where the queen could be. I need to go there.

Then I hurriedly run to the place where I and the love of my life were near buried. Oh, my mate, wait for me. I'm coming to you, my dear.

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I stood right under the tree where I remembered was the way in and out of the witches that I knew, and I suddenly felt weaker than I could ever be when I remembered someone. A great woman. Margarette Kendall. Marge. The woman who raised me as her own daughter, when she had found me crying in my grave when I came to life after more than two hundred years from being born dead. She raised me even if I am a monster, like what everyone else sees and presumes. She died. No, she was killed. And I was not able to save her. I don't even know if why I am suffering like this.

Where is everyone else from the war? My mother. My cousin, Sander. Alison. The Northern Witch Warriors. The bad werewolves. Where are they?

"Mom! Mom!" I called out when I have tried to go around the tree and found no portal or any way that I could pass through to the other dimension. I am a witch, so I could just get in.

"Let me in! Anyone! Hey!" I kept shouting at the top of my lungs, hoping that they can hear me and would make way for me to pass through.

"Any witch back there, let me in! This is your princess, calling! Please! I need help! Please!" I cried out and felt like I am about to faint as I can't go on any longer.

"Help!" I muttered helplessly and fell to the ground while I could feel my knees getting weaker and weaker.

Breathing heavily and struggling with my vision slowly turning darker and darker, I got a sight of something in the hole of the trunk of the dead tree before me. Something white and moving. Furry.

"Hello, Mr. Bunny! Can you help me out? Don't worry. I won't kill you. I just need a little amount of blood-even just an ounce. Of course, that's a lie. But, you won't know. And, you can't say no, either." I greeted the creature, and it seems terrified, but it can't run away from me because I am blocking its way. And, if it is going to run away, he will get wet because of the hard rain, or worse, be hit by lightning. Thankfully, the lightning earlier has struck that tree near our graves and not this dead one. It could be double dead by then.

The squealing sound of the poor bunny in my hold and the movements of his survival instinct made me think of me being who I was before-a ruthless killer. Yes, I killed a lot. Both vampires and werewolves. But... They are the ones dangerous to defenseless humans and other things. And, I am not gonna kill this creature in my hold. I need to live, too.

Then I finally took the courage to bite it and sucked the precious liquid that I needed. And when the blood of this lifesaver in my hold has gone through my system, I felt somewhat revivified.

I quickly let my fangs go of its flesh. Thankfully, it is still alive. And, to stop me from craving for more, I wished on my necklace that has the Octavia's Crystal with the spell of the witches to make me be in my human form. In this way, I can still use my witch healing spell to give this bunny some treatment of his wounds. His blood cells will just regenerate after some time. What is important now is I can finally take my mate out of her grave.

"Thank you so much, Mr... No, Miss Bunny. Sorry. You may now go." I told my savior gratefully, and I released it back to the hole where it could be its shelter from this storm.

And now, I can finally teleport and use all my abilities, but still limited. I have no enough blood in my system. I need more. Maybe later. I know that there are lots in my fridge.

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When I have arrived at where our graves are, while I am in my supernatural form, I moved the branch like it's just nothing, using my mind. And, I proceeded to kneel on the ground and placed both my hands above her grave to feel if what is down below me. I need to feel her aura. Just any sign of life from her. Even just a heartbeat.

Finally, I closed my eyes to concentrate more, and I tried feeling anything from her again and again, yet there is none. No. Please, no. She can't be...

She can't be dead. Am I too late?

*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh's POV*

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I gritted my teeth in anger when I have felt that there are no signs of life that I could feel below the ground, where my Pryce is buried. This can't be. She is not gone! There is no way!

Then I felt my whole being become weaker when I have remembered clearly the events that happened before I blacked out. She saved me from being the one that should die. She died because of me. It's all my fault. I should be the one to blame. No, I don't believe at all in that bullshit prophecy that she should die. I don't want to think that she is gone. I need to get her out. I need to bring her back to life. I need her because I would be broken without her. And, I don't know what to do and what would happen to me, if so. I can't imagine it. And, I am afraid that I would fall out of control of my own self.

I took a deep breath to compose myself and to make up my mind. I need to get her out.

Feeling all the positivity that I have left in my overwhelmed mind, I took hold of her tombstone and used my strength to pull it out and throw it away from my sight. She is not dead. Well, I would love to blow it up with a fireball, but I am afraid that my energy will drain out quickly. It's also raining so hard, so that would have no use at all. I will just pulverize it some other time.

After there is no more hindrance to my way in digging up her grave, I took hold of the mud as I kneeled on the ground.

Then I flinched when there is something that moved in the chunk of mud on my palm. I looked at it closely with my fierce red eyes while I grit my teeth, making my fangs retract.

"I swear, if you have eaten her, I will really kill every single one of you. You wouldn't want to be messing with this mad hybrid and this erratic princess of both my races, you damn earthworms. I am not kidding at all. I will gather all of you and toast all of you at once. I will do it." I hissed while feeling so much misery, and I shook my head lightly as I proceeded to dig the dirt using my bare hands.

When the rain has slowly stopped, I can now feel that something has been streaming down my cheeks. Tears. Tears of agony. Why do I have to lose her? Why? I don't understand the world and life itself. Yes, I did found that I have my mother alive, yet was I really destined to lose the girl that made me feel like I am a person? That I could be a good human, too? I never really thought that vampires have emotions, though. And, she is the only one that made me feel lots of feelings while I am in this form. But... Where is she?

As I am out of my mind while dealing with the mud that has been covering her tomb, I stopped when I realized something that I have done the night before the war. I made love with her. Yes, we made love. And, it was the most wonderful thing that I have experienced my whole damn life. It was... Extraordinary. And... I bit her. I bit her and tried to convert her into a vampire, using some amount of my blood to flow through her veins. Yet, I don't think that it did work. Well, there's only one way to find out. I need her body. Dead body.

Seeing something like a light in my darkness, I closed my eyes and thought of her. Our happy moments together are worth cherishing. She is just so amazing in any other way. And, I would give everything that I have and do everything that I can just to bring her back to me. My Pryce. I need you.

I slowly fluttered my eyes open, and, using my night vision, I could see that I am faced to face with a white surface while lying down on my back.

And, with all the courage that I have left in my system and some sprinkles of optimism, I slowly turned my head to my right. Hopefully, I won't be faced to face with her bones only. Though I am not ready to accept my ultimate loss, I am still ready to take my chances that I could make things better.

Then a sad smile formed on my face when I finally got the sight of her face. She still looks so beautiful as always. Her blonde hair was braided neatly on the left and ran through her neck to her chest. And, my favorite thing about her features was her electric blue eyes. I would pay any price just to have a glimpse of them again looking so happy and full of devotion.

I reached for her left hand and felt all the coldness of her skin, and I let out a sigh of uncertainty. Right now, I want to cry and scream, yet something in me tells me that there could be a chance to bring her back. That something is the stubborn Blair. The stubborn one that she hates and loves at the same time.

To fulfill my not-so-sure-if-it-works plan, I snuggled closer to her and put her in my embrace to take her lifeless body with me inside my house.

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Staring at her corpse lying down on my bed, I contemplate what to do first. Should I use my witchiness to heal her? But, what would I heal if there is no... Wound. No, there is! She was impaled with a silver spear through her chest, and I was, too, but it didn't kill me. She saved me from the direct hit.

Then I hurriedly went to take a look at her chest to find the wound that the ugly false King Damien of the werewolves that I turned into ashes caused her. And, I saw some hope when I saw that it's still fresh. Maybe I could still heal it. Thankfully, it's not straight to her heart, yet it still killed her because of the silver.

Using all that I know about the healing spell of the witches that my cousin has taught me, I closed my eyes and focused on performing it as I kneel on the floor to be on her level. I hope that this will work.

After some time of trying, I opened my eyes to see my work. And I frowned when I saw no progress. It just made me weaker. No, I can't do it properly without myself in good condition. I need more blood in my system.

To ease my needs, I thought of the portion of my house where my fridge could be, and I arrived at the front porch. The fudge? Where the heck is the fridge? Damn it. I think my vampire mode is malfunctioning.

I took a deep breath while I hold the doorknob to open the locked door, and my eyes widened in shock when I have destroyed the door as I pulled it open.

"I will just deal with you tomorrow at daylight," I muttered as I carefully laid the detached door from its frame at the wall that is the nearest to my right.

And, when I stepped inside my house, I noticed the darkness is waving at me even if I can see clearly, and I tried to think of switching the light on. But, I was startled when I heard something exploded at the wall on my left. Hmm, the power system just died. Fudge this house!

When I have arrived in the kitchen, I tried to sense the presence of blood anywhere here, but I can't find any scent of it. Weird. I still have like seven blood bags in the cooler. Those ugly werewolves should not have dared to touch those or else... Well, they all died, I guess. No, they were killed.

After opening the door of the steel box before me, my eyebrows met in wonder as to why there is nothing in here. Who the hell robbed my supplies? All of them. My precious fruits, veggies, eggs, no, I have no eggs, I am vegan as heck. My ice creams. Ugh, damn the one who stole them. They should have just taken this stupid refrigerator with them if they will leave me nothing! Or the whole house! Fuck! This situation makes me curse like hell. And, no, I shouldn't. I promised Marge that I would minimize cussing too much.

After finding nothing but a headache from my blood bags hunting, I teleported back to my room to feel all miserable again in staring at my mate's lifeless body.

"I will just be back, Pryce. I promise I will... I will bring you back to me, in my arms. I love you so much. And, I missed you. You and your voice and everything about you." I told her even if she can't hear me, and I leaned down to kiss her pale lips. Then, something popped up in my mind. Will she wake up if I will kiss her? True love's kiss? Sleeping Beauty? Well, she was my Sleeping Lady.

When my lips touched hers, memories of the times when I used to steal kisses from her whenever I lurk in her room at night without her knowing came back to me. I was just taking advantage of the ability to teleport, the moment where she is sleeping, and the spell to make her fall asleep. I was the freakiest freak she has known her whole life, and I would forever be one.

Her lips on mine, one of the most beautiful sensations that I have felt in my system; though I was scared of it the first time it happened, I craved for it after our second time. It's amazing.

When I felt no response from her, I broke off and felt gloomy again.

It's time for me to leave her for a matter of few moments. I need blood-lots of it. And, to find some, I closed my eyes and thought of the place where I can purchase bags of it. Why purchase when I could just snatch? I have no time to look for any penny, sign many papers that I don't read, and answer lots of whys, whats, and shits from nurses and doctors. I need it urgently.

When I have opened my eyes, hoping that I am not anywhere far from the closest hospital in the city, I inhaled deeply as I found myself somewhere familiar. Yes, I am far from any hospital. My unstable mind and heart took me to the place where she asked me to be hers. The girls' restroom in her academy. The place where I was punished for being the best in attendance at the principal's office. Detention freak. But, hey, we have our make-out sessions here, and it was my favorite part of my punishment.

And, I looked at myself in the mirror, to which I can't see anything. Then I wished on my necklace to make me human, and I finally saw my muddy face and clothing. And I proceeded to wash my face, hands, and arms.

I stared deep into my sad green eyes and saw something that slowly fell from them. Tears again. But this time, I could feel my chest tightens as I remember everything that I am going through. Being human makes me feel so vulnerable and helpless. I feel like I am breaking with every moment of me in this form if I am not aware that she is okay. She is so freaking far from being okay. She is not even breathing and moving. And I need to do my plan right away.

I turned back into a vampire and thought of the place where I could get supplies of blood. Thankfully, I really am inside the hospital because I see lots of people wearing white, and some are green. Also, I can smell the aroma of the thing that I needed most. The one that I thirst for-human blood.

I teleported to the portion of this establishment where they are storing the precious yummy red matters, and I did my best to hide inside a doctor's uniform that I have taken from someone's locker. I am Doctor... Thales. Yeah, and I don't know if he's a she or if she's a he. Either way, I am going to rob some things that have been robbed from my fridge.

When I walked inside the room, I can't help but turn my head to the person who just walked past the hallway near the entrance of this room. A familiar aura. Very familiar.

Then I went to follow her scent to find out if what has she been doing here.

I walked about ten feet behind the blonde-haired girl, and I noticed that she has been wearing a robe like mine.

And when she has finally halted in front of a room's door, I hid behind the person walking before me. Finally, I walked closer to the room when I saw her went inside.

With my eyebrows meeting each other in confusion, I read the nameplate posted at the door.

"Dr. Andrea Montgomery-Jordan?"

*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh's POV*

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How in the world would Drea become a doctor in just a weekend? No. This is not making sense at all. This doctor could have just the same name as that gay girl who is one of my dearest friends back at the academy, but... It is surely Drea's aura. And... Wait... Jordan? Isn't her girlfriend, Leanne, the head cheerleader's last name is Jordan? Hold on a second. My head is aching. Hmm. What, now? Did they get married? No way.

Damn, now this is getting more and more complex. Extensively thinking about unthinkable things is making me weaker. I need blood, and blood bags is what I am here for. I will just deal with this curiosity of mine some other time. I need to revive my mate first, like... right now.

Then I decided to go back to the room where I could steal some blood bags as discreetly as possible and as many as I can. I will just pay them if ever I could remember, or if they could catch me. Well, good luck to them.

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When I have finally got a hold of the box that has two dozens of blood bags that have four-fifty milliliters of them each, I proceeded to think of the place where I want to arrive, but suddenly, I heard footsteps that are about to get inside this room. And, of course, I wouldn't wait for them. Who are they kidding?

At last, I am out of the hospital, yet I have arrived somewhere that I didn't think of in my control. The rooftop of the seniors' building in my Pryce's academy. Oh, this is the place where our third kiss happened. While I put down the box to look around, I felt droplets of rain from the sky. Is it gonna rain again? Maybe the sky is mourning with me. That's so nice of it.

Looking at the night view around the campus, I blinked many times in disbelief when I got sight of some new buildings near the library and the very huge dome next to the gym. What the fudge? Am I in the correct academy? I think I am. Alright, I guess my eyes and mind have been playing shits with me. I really need to get to my Pryce now. Maybe I am just hallucinating and seeing things that I don't know why they are appearing before me. I need to rest, also.

After picking up the box of blood bags and thinking of my bedroom where my Pryce is, I opened my eyes, and I found myself at our graves while the rain is pouring so hard again. Hmmm, here is another thing before me that makes me think of something absurd. The tree that has been hit by the deadly lightning. It surely will die sooner.

Then I decided to just run with my super speed into my room because I am afraid that I would arrive somewhere else far if I would teleport again.

"Oh! My Babe, My Sweetheart, My Cupcake, My Honey-bee, My Baby-blue, My Pumpkin, My Mate, My Love, My Queen, My Pryce, I'm here. I hope that I will be seeing your lovely electric blue eyes sooner than sooner, or hear your amazing voice calling my name, or just call me Freak." I let out with my optimistic vibe as I saw her on my bed, and I placed the things that I need for this procedure of bringing her back to me. Well, all I needed are blood and myself, and her dead body, of course. Also, include my high hopes that I will succeed. There is no way for failure in my whole being. Everything is possible if you just believe. And, I believe, deeply.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes before I began to take up the blood in the bag in my hold, and another one and another. I need at least five liters of this matter in my system. Her, too.

After I am finally full and refreshed, I turned my focus on the stunning dead girl before me. I need to heal her wounds first.

Then I kneeled at her right side near the bed, and I closed my eyes and tried to perform the healing spell again to her. And, I hope truly that this will work.

A few seconds passed, and I opened my eyes to see if what I have done to her is successful. And a smile of relief formed on my face as I noticed that the big wound on her chest is not there anymore-only a scar. Then I tried to feel her back if the other side of the wound was healed, also, and I let out a sigh of comfort when I felt it no more.

Now, it is time for the next step-blood transfusion.

Hmmm. She can't drink since I am not so sure if her digestive system can manage to deliver the red matter to her veins like mine. I think I need to be using my doctor-doctor skills. I think I can handle it.

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When I finished setting up some of the necessary apparatus that I have stolen from the hospital again, near the bed and injected a needle into the biggest veins at both of her forearms, I took a seat on the bed to wait for the blood from the bags to be transferred to her body.

"Please, come back to me, my love," I muttered while I gently caressed her left cheek with my right hand and staring at her face, full of hope.

"You have no idea how much I missed you, Pryce." I continued talking to her with my sad voice, and I tried to recall what had happened before we got into this situation.

"Did you know that... That I lost my shit when you got stabbed, and I saw you died? Then... Damien almost killed me, but I... and I... I think I... No. Wait... No, fudge it! Have I killed everyone at the war with my all-out firepower? No, no, no, no. No, I don't think so. No, I don't know. Fuck! What if I have killed everyone else there? The witch warriors, Mom, Sander, Aunt Alex, and Alison... And, all of them? Oh, no, I couldn't have, right? Oh, shit! The seer did mention that I could hurt everyone I hold dear because of the too much power that I hold. No! It can't be! Mom, no!" I let out and panicked as I have remembered something so tragic which could have possibly happened during that night. But I don't... I don't think I could... do that. It's a horrible massacre.

When I felt too much sorrow and condemnation towards myself, I noticed that both my clenched fists fired up out of my control, and I just felt nothing but absolute anger. This. This is the reason that I shouldn't have lost her. I can't control myself. What if I really did kill all of them? What if I was so blinded by my rage that night that I never thought that there are other innocent and good people there which I have killed, too? No, there is no one to blame but me. But no. It was the fault of that bastard monster, Damien. If he had just surrendered the throne to the rightful ruler and accepted his destiny that he is just not the true leader of the werewolves, this couldn't have happened. He was a traitor that the soul of the Werewolf King inside my Pryce had trusted before, he was the trusted best friend of her past life that have murdered her for the throne, and he did it again. He just deserved to die in my hands. He deserves no mercy from me. But... I... I don't know if I have killed all other individuals who fought with me in saving my mate from the prophecy to happen. I don't know what to do if it is really the truth. How can I pay? I even killed my whole family. No!

As I grieve on my possible biggest blunder, I just noticed that the fire from my hands slowly crawls up to my arms uncontrollably, and my clothes started to burn. I don't feel any pain other than the remorse of my existence. I shouldn't have lived. Maybe this is why I was cursed with my father's death. That I shouldn't live if my father, the former King of the Vampires, is still alive. I am a destructive entity that should be gotten rid of.

If Pryce won't live, I might as well kill myself. That's the only thing that should be done tonight if this procedure goes sideways. If I have died once, twice, then... why not make it forever, right? In that way, everyone would be at peace. No one will ever get hurt by my reckless action again. Ever.

While I am in my chaotic trance, I snapped my head to Pryce when I heard her said with her raspy voice, "You are not gonna burn me alive, are you, Blair?"

And my mouth dropped in shock when I saw her moving and blinking her lovely red eyes, to which I quickly stood up from the bed that is about to get burned.

Is this for real? Of course, it is!