HeartBreak Warfare

Chapter 3

I pulled away from Anna, my lips covered in her rich blood. Drinking from her wasn't the same as drinking from Blake, but this girl had something inside her that made it more enticing.

My blood.

It was my blood inside her that made this all the more better. It had vampire blood and demon blood, one of the most rare delicacies you couldn't get unless drinking form the being itself. And that was hard enough. This girl was doing strange things to me. I mean I pretty much just slept with some total random girl. Okay not pretty much. I did sleep with some random chick and now I was drinking form her. If I wasn't careful I would make an imprint, a bond made between vampires and humans.

Anna looked at me with wide eyes. "Did I do something wrong?" her voice was almost a coo.

I shook my head. "Just thinking." I murmured. I took a look at the nasty mark where I had bitten her. Then as I took a once-over on her features, I noticed she was getting more pale then when I first drank from her. Her eyes were darker and she seemed more skinny, more dead. "I think you should go." I hoisted her up and knocked on the metal door twice, signaling that I was finished.

I was surprised to see Blake open the door and herd the human girl out. She eyed Anna with speculation and then at me. "Interesting." and that was all she said before she left and locked the door.

Punching the metal wall that kept me in here, I roared. I made a few dents in the metal, but where ever my fist hit, the dent immediately bounced back into its normal, flawless self. I hissed, barring my teeth, but it was no use. Not a sound was made outside.

I sat down in the middle of the large room. There I stretched my wings out, moving them. I tried to get them to loosen up so they wouldn't hurt so much, but it only worked for a bit. It was still wounded from the fight I had only a few days prior. Was it really not that long ago? I sighed and laid flat on my back, staring at the ceiling. What was I going to do?

I had a couple of ideas. Some involving suicide, one watching my father burn in hell, a few tearing Darius's head off with as much pain as possible, some killing Blake for the final time, and the last few were kissing her. I quickly shoved those from my mind. I didn't need her to mess with my head too. This was my only sanctuary from everybody else.

But this was far too complicated. I wanted to be dead, but at the same time I wanted to live. Killing yourself was showing that you were too weak to deal with life. And that wasn't true with me.

I was too weak to deal with love.

Yes, that sounded right. I had no clue how to even face it. Blake made me feel like a whole new person, not like the Logan I had been since I got my soul.

And maybe the soul was holding me back. Maybe if I got it removed, all the pain I was shouldering would disappear for good. Well it wouldn't go away actually, I just wouldn't care enough to worry about it. What was holding me back anyway? I mean the only reason I stopped the first time was because I was going to kill Blake (And I wish I had), but not that she was a demon, the no-soul concept seemed even more intriguing. One: I would be stronger without the soul. Two: I could kill Blake with a guilt free conscience (Not that I listened to it much before). And three: my family would accept me again. Not that I really wanted them to, but ruling along side them for eternity sounded good. It would give me everything I wanted. And this meant I could kill Darius and overthrow my father in the same day.

It just kept getting better and better.

So the soul might be what's holding me back. A nice theory, but what about all the humans who would pay for me coming back to the dark side? How many deaths would I have. For a moment I thought back to all the children that I killed, all the teenage girls I seduced, then killed them after I was finished with my nightly pleasure. All the fires I started, the diseases (Including the Black Plague. If you don't know it, Google it.), all the suffering and financial drops I caused. I was the monster in Europe, reeking havoc and destruction around the whole continent. No one did my job as well as I did. I might as well have been the god of chaos.

And I still am. I still have the reputation I used to hold so dearly. With my weapons and flying skills, I got a nick name from the humans when they found my mark, a signature if you will. To the people I was a demon, go figure, some that was born of Satan himself, and picturing my real father, I could say that they were right.

I was the L'Angelo Nero inviato da Hell, or The Black Angel sent from hell. It seemed to amuse me when I had no soul. At that time I fed from that name, claiming that I truly was born the Devil. I was proud and arrogant, and that was the end of me.

My past wasn't a pretty one.

I used to r**e human women and made their husbands watch. Then I killed her first, then the male. I'd crash weddings, destroying what should be the best day of two peoples lives. Then I would interrupt gatherings and reek havoc with Christoffles, sometimes drinking every person there. And if we couldn't we would just s*******r them all for fun, laughing at the humans begged for mercy. I would burn people alive very slowly, making sure that even through their screams they heard every sizzle and pop of their own flesh. With the help of Terry, I would kidnap traveling people, take them to my favorite room in the house and find his or her piercing screams, music to my ears. I got my nick name by swooping down during the night, at any given time, and carrying away different people, sometimes small female children. I terrorized every village across Europe, killed thousands over by Asia, and then even by Japan. I was well known over the years, but once my soul was gone, nothing happened. Families moved on with their lives, grateful that The Black Angel had vanished without a trace.

That was just the humans. I caused chaos over the witch clans, the werewolf tribes, and even some vampires over seas. I've killed countless Sirens, Hell demons, Keres demons, Hsien Demons, some Black Winged Demons if they really bugged me, half vampires, Centaurs, and many other creatures I had no names of because I had no idea they existed. The witches were the biggest problem. They used magic on me, which could do so many things, but in time I adapted and almost wiped the whole race out over here in Europe. The others were easier to fight because most of them had no special gift. Some werewolves possessed traits that were difficult to defeat, but I'm still alive aren't I? I became the most feared creature in the world, ands sometimes I believed my father feared me as well.

And Darius had no part of it. He stayed home, practicing his own witch craft while I was out destroying lives. Darius only came out with me for feeding but other than that her hardly left the house. Strange to think that once I was gone, the major threat that could kill anything and anyone, Darius stepped up and became the bad boy around here. Though he couldn't compare to me. I knew things he could only dream of. Like how to kill with your mind, how to defeat a foe without throwing a single punch. How to cleanly stab a werewolf with the claws on your wings without getting them snapped off. How to track invisible beings without being followed yourself, how to become invisible as well, how to gain the trust of humans before you kill them, how to change forms, how to levitate things, how to travel one hundred miles in exactly one blink of a human eye. I had all the gifts and talents that my brothers and sister had, including mine. It was years ago that I figured out that my gift wasn't making machines and torture devices like my father (Which I was beast at and even he got frustrated at how well I was doing.). My gift was adapting everyone else's and being able to do it tens times better than the person. It was thrilling to know I was unstoppable.

Was unstoppable.

This soul in my chest was hindering me from who I was once was. For the first time in years I was eager to get back to my old life of killing people. The fact that it didn't bother me made me shiver but I got over it once a new thought intruded in my mind.

I could be with Blake.

Nothing could stop us from truly being together now. We would even be the terrible duo. Humans could give her a nick name too and we could destroy the lives of millions. We would be hundreds of times worse than Hitler, I would bet my life on it. Not that I liked the guy or anything, but the fact that I could dominate over him gave another fist of excitement in my veins.

Then I felt my shoulders slump. Happy endings are overrated. This wasn't some fairytale dream where I would sweep Blake off her feet and carry her away into forever. I wouldn't kiss her awake from some bad slumber, and true love wasn't going to save me. This was all real, not just some story you read in some book or find on the internet. I couldn't rely on karma, I couldn't wish on some distant star, or try to make all my problems vanish by closing my eyes and trying to pretend that this wasn't really happening. It was really happening and I was going to have to work them out myself.

Blake and I were meant to be…when she was human. That fact I could live with. We were more compatible when she wasn't some demon that wanted to kill me. She was fragile and I could protect her from harms way, like a good boyfriend should do. I would help her and love her for the rest of my life. But the word 'were' shows the past tense. Now that she's some spawn of the devil, like I sued to be, we just won't work. Not with this soul anyway.

And now comes the real question I knew I would ask myself sooner or later today: Am I willing to trade my humanity to be with Blake? Or better yet: Am I willing to be selfish enough to kill millions of people just so Blake could love me?

Do you know? 'Cause I got nothing.