“Ready to see our new home?” Will said then, setting my bags in front of this over-sized house.
“No,” I said numbly. “I liked my apartment better.”
“You haven’t even seen the inside,” he said, amused, “be a little more open to things, Angel?”
He then opened the door, looking inside as it parted and gesturing for me to walk in.
I did, stepping in the room with reluctance as I glanced around.
Ugh...
Giant kitchen? Large living room? Excellent flooring?
UGH.
I hated perfection… especially knowing it came from a demon.
“Soooo… what do you think?” he said then, setting my bags down again.
“I hate it,” I said angrily.
He just chuckled, closing the doors behind me. “You’ll warm up to it.”
I just made an impatient sound. “Where’s my bedroom?”
“It’s upstairs,” he said then, “are you ready for bed?”
I just walked up the stairs immediately, and I felt him smile despite my rudeness.
“Is something wrong?” he said then, making me stop. “You’ve been acting all flustered and angry for a week now.”
I remained in place for a moment, clenching and unclenching my fists. “It’s nothing.”
I was lying. I was always lying.
I was mad, but not at him. I was mad at everything. The situation, the world, the people… I was pissed.
“I think it’s something,” he said from the bottom of the staircase. “You know how I feel about lies, my princess.”
I kept silent before changing the subject. “Which way is my room?”
“To the left,” he said swiftly.
I started to the left then.
“It’s about me caring for you, isn’t it?” he said then, making me freeze.
“What… are you talking about?” I hissed.
I felt his demonic presence fill my senses, and I had to resist shivering.
I then glanced over, finding him standing beside me.
He just smiled, eyes glowing dangerously. “A week ago, you fell ill. I cared for you even though I’m going to kill you. Now you’re feeling unsure. Is that right?”
I started forward. “I don’t like being pampered.”
He just caught my wrist and shoved me back, and I gasped when I clashed with his chest.
When I tried to move away, he wrapped an arm around my back, forcing me to still.
“Now, now, Angel,” he said then, lashes lowering as my cheeks burned brighter, “what is my rule about lying?”
I glared up at him then. “Let me go.”
He did, and I took two steps backward, dusting off my arms. “Is it that hard to tell the truth?”
I just turned and walked away, feeling him following after me.
“Humans,” he said drastically, “such roller coaster emotions.”
I then stepped into the only bedroom in the hall and walked over to the bed, collapsing onto it.
He walked in the room behind me. “I’ll help you ready for bed.”
“No,” I said then, making him glance down at me, “I’m tired. I just want to sleep.”
And possibly sneak away to some area for an hour to think about things. I need fresh air.
He watched me for a moment before his lashes lowered. “As you wish.”
He then stepped over to the door before stopping.
He glanced back at me, smiling as his eyes glowed red. “Don’t do anything drastic, will you? I have planning to do tonight, and I’d hate to run after you.”
My eyes widened.
“Good night, Angel.” He kept the smile and turned, closing the door.
Did he just… read my…?
Hold on… could demons do that?
Fuck.
I just closed my eyes tightly and rolled over on my bed, exhaling a sigh.
But I glanced back at the door.
I then slipped out from bed and forced my thoughts to quiet… a little trick I used with all the emotional torment I went through… and I put on a jacket, focusing on its color instead of thinking that I was about to sneak out.
I then stepped forward, lightly opening the bedroom door before glancing left and right.
When I found the halls empty, I stepped out and closed the door behind me.
I then walked back to my right… where a door to the porch rested.
I was on the top floor, but there was a tree. I’d make it work.
After glancing behind me to make sure Will wasn’t onto me, I then stepped forward and opened the outside door, stepping out and closing it behind me.
Right as I looked at the window inside, Will came into the hall.
I gasped, shrinking behind the wall.
But when I gazed back at the window, my brows drew together.
He was gone.
Uh… was this good or was this bad…? I was officially concerned.
But I shook it off, starting to the back of the porch and swinging myself over the railing.
I free fell for a second, but I was used to the weightless feeling from my gymnastics class.
I caught onto a tree branch, throwing myself forward until I landed silently onto the sidewalk.
After glancing left and right, I ran toward the direction of the park which was only two blocks away.
I suddenly slammed into a figure, and I yelped, stumbling backward.
“Ah!” the male jogger said, gaining his balance, as well.
“Sorry,” I said quickly, not bothering to look at him, “I’m in a rush.”
I then ran forward, feeling him glance at me in anger before I continued down the streets.
It had been two minutes until I reached the park, and I slowed to a stop, gasping a little when I stopped at a park bench and sat down.
I set my hands on my knees, gasping, but I kept my eyes closed.
I opened them then, lashes lowering when I took in the night.
The crickets chirped, the wind howling so gracefully against the houses. I was so… calm now.
Honestly… I just needed to get some fresh air… give myself time to think clearly.
I set my hands on my knees, taking deep breaths.
God, my mind was in shambles.
I was grieving three people who died within a month’s span, let alone trying to get my life together. And now I had this horrible man to deal with.
I know I signed the contract with him and all, and… I do admit… I had feelings for him before, but still!
I walked into this contract thinking he’d just help me around with stupid shit and then death! Why did he have to make it so complicated?
Protect me? Okay… I get it. What use is my blood when I’m not freshly dead?
In order to drink all my blood, he’d have to bite me, not have some ass shoot me in the stomach and make me bleed out slightly, and then he wouldn’t get his full meal. Because while he’s drinking, I would be bleeding out still!
So I understood the protect me, part.
But the other things he was doing… tying my shoelaces, helping me make my lunch… okay, I understood he said he would care for me, but I could do all these things myself!
I had Velcro shoes for a reason, but he went and bought me new ones with ties anyway! I argued against it, but he just said “oh, I can tie it, but if you want to learn, I can teach you.”
“Shoe tying is a very important life skill” he said.
Fuck off, William. God.
All his sarcasm was making me irritable.
He sure liked messing with me.
That was one problem, but the other…
When I was ill… why did he…?
I rubbed my face uneasily, trying to recuperate my emotions.
Why did he care for me like this…? Why didn’t he just go “here’s an ice pack, here’s some meds, now imma go watch TV.”
No, he covered me in ice, gave me meds, fed me, clothed me, helped me sleep, cleaned my hair when I couldn’t stand to shower… he… stayed by my side every second.
I didn’t understand… I just didn’t…
Why was he doing all these things when he just wanted to kill me?
He told me that daem could fall in love with their victims, but didn’t it hurt to kill them afterward?
This could’ve just been a professional relationship! He could’ve just lived at his apartment and came over when it was time to investigate! Why was he making everything so much harder than it had to be?
And I was left with a question…
What should I do?
Should I give in? Should I cry? Should I run? Should I resist…?
I wasn’t sure anymore… I wasn’t… I didn’t know what I wanted.
My mind was running rampant, my instincts versus my impulses… my fear versus my rage… my darkness versus my light:
Run!
No, stay with him!
Give in! Let it last! You’re not going to live for long! Live your life until the end!
Resist, you dimwit! What are you thinking? Letting your killer get close to you when he was obviously your killer? We picked him because we trusted him, but STILL!
Kiss him!
Cuddle him!
You love him!
You hate him!
You cannot resist him!
You can fight him!
I clutched my hair tightly in my hands.
UGH!! What was I going to do?! I couldn’t think straight!
How would I listen to myself when there were ten different perspectives?!
“Hey, there,” someone said then.
I shot my head up at the unfamiliar voice.
Did Will find me? Wait, no…
No, this was someone different.
I watched a tall, lean figure step out from the shadows.
When I saw a small little knife in his hand, I immediately swallowed something hard.
Not again.
“I’ve been looking for you, Suki Quinn,” he said in a dark tone, smiling wickedly. “Too bad you’ve been hiding and playing house all day.”
I kept silent, staying in my position when I replayed my father’s words in my head:
If you encounter one and you have no weapon. Stay calm. Show no fear, and when you see an opportunity, strike them in a weak point and run. If possible, call the police after.
I cannot guarantee they do anything, but it’s a precaution.
I gazed up then, watching him suspiciously as he continued forward.
“Boss said to slice you into little pieces,” the man said, smile widening as he showed some teeth. “But… look how frail you are. I think I can manage a little fight if I take those pants off you, no?”
I kept my position despite disgust rolling through me.
But a voice came from behind me:
“Oh, my, do you have no manners?”
I immediately froze, breaths stilling when his dark presence spread into the shadows around me.
The man suddenly looked up, brows drawing together when he saw the shadow come from behind the trees.
“Excuse me, little man, but I was in the middle of something here.”
“I can see that,” Will said smoothly, stopping right behind the bench, “but I promise you that, well…” he made a tsk noise, “she’s already taken. Sorry about that.”
The man just glared, teeth gritting.
Will’s breath just dusted my ear, and I tried to resist shivering. “Did you really think you could escape me? I was onto you from the beginning.”
I just gazed down at my lap, sweat sliding down my temples. “The beginning…?”
He chuckled low. “I’m smarter than you think, Angel. I catch on quickly.”
“Hey, you!” the man screamed. “Get your skinny ass out of here!”
Will just flipped his hand up, and the man straightened, body tightening as if he was suddenly raised from the ground with ropes with wings.
“I was talking,” Will said calmly, “that’s not very nice of you.”
The man struggled, eyes widening in fear. “WHAT ARE YOU—"
Will flipped his hand again, and suddenly the skin around the man’s throat tightened.
He clawed at his neck, gasping as if he was being choked by invisible fibers.
“Now,” Will said then, “where were we?”
“You were telling me how you found me,” I said then.
“Ah, yes, funny story, really.”
To be answered next chapter...
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