HeartBreak Warfare

Chapter 5

So lets recap shall we?

I lost the one I loved, twice. I thought she was dead. Then I find out she's alive, just on the wrong team. I face death from my own family, I'm locked up in a cell I created, and now I'm cursed. This has just not been my week. I've had some serious bad luck before, but this much? Not ever close. I hate my life.

And its all Blake's stupid fault! If I hadn't met her if she never was a demon, if I had died a long time ago, I wouldn't be going through this. But nope, stupid me had to fall for her stupid crap and wind up here. I really am a moron aren't I? Don't answer that.

"Logan!" Lily cleaned up my face with her shirt. "Oh my god." her black eyes were filled with horror.

"I'm fine." I lied. I wasn't anywhere close to being fine, but I could do this. I would live without any symptoms, and the only pain I would experience would be when I died. Really it wouldn't be that bad. I lived a decent life, and the world would be happier with me gone. Darius would get his spot in my place and nothing would go amiss. I bet no one would even remember that Atheus had another son.

"Don't lie to me!" she jerked my face to her for I had looked away. "You're not fine, Logan! Look at you!"

I obeyed, frazzled by the extent of the damage. I was missing my shirt. There all over my chest were claw marks from Avila. They stretched on to my back, blood covering the white sand. My pants were tore up and my legs badly bruised, but not blood. My neck felt like it was going to fall off, but other than that I was fine. But now that I realized what was on me, I felt the stinging pain of dirt in all my wounds. I winced, wishing I hadn't looked. Though I probably looked worse than I feel. This pain I could live with because I wouldn't be living that long.

I stood up, then I fell back from a flash of pain in my left wing. I hissed in pain as I turned around to look at it again. From the cracked part and blood staining the black feathers, I would have to conclude that it was broken. Lets just add that to my bad day. God I hate me life. What's a Winged Demon without a broken wing? For me it's ironic. Jeez I'm telling you, I can't handle any more of this stupid drama. Its like my life is some messed up TV show. Well I hope yawls enjoy my story, because from my view, I'm not going to be writing for too long.

"Your wing." she breathed. She gently touched it with her finger.

I snapped at her with my teeth, kicking her with my good leg. I growled at her, making sure she never did that again in her entire life. I felt my eyes burn from the anger, but I felt it go away as I studied Lily's face.

How could I have been so cruel to her? This is my sister. Yes, she betrayed me, lied to me, pretty much helped make my life a living hell, but she's still my family right?

Wrong. I can't trust them anymore. For this reason exactly. Since I began to trust my old life, its all gone down hill from there. So no matter how beautiful my sister make look, how innocent or sweet her face gets, I have to understand it's all an act. She doesn't care for me, she just loves to toy with me. Favorite brother? Yeah right. I am now officially her favorite chew toy.

Her eyes squinted as she caught a glimpse of my mind.

"Logan-"

I interrupted her, turning away from that angel face. "Shut up! I'm done with you just let me…" I can't believe it.

Right where I turned my head I saw two people. They were standing to close to each other to be in a conversation, and the way the female's body was closed in on his, I knew they couldn't be just friends. They were a couple of miles away, but I could just make out Darius with the girl. He was whispering in her ear, kissing her cheek, her jaw, then her lips. I was guessing they didn't have to breathe because they didn't let go of each other for quite some time. When I heard her laugh I almost thought my eyes were going to fall out of my sockets because they were so wide. Now as I looked closer I could tell with certainty that it was none other than Blake Winters.

Blake and Darius? That didn't sound right. But how could I deny what was right in front of me? Was it more of Blake's tricks? That could be, but I knew when I was being messed with, and this was no mind play. Blake and Darius were making out, and touching each other like they knew each other their whole lives. It wouldn't surprise me that Darius suckered her. He could get just as many girls as I could.

But what did he have that I didn't? I had charm right? Looks? My hair is amazing, don't even try to deny it. My breath doesn't smell. My eyes are just as black as his, my wings are bigger. I'm just better than him. I'm taller, stronger, faster, and more gifted than my brother. So why does Blake want him more than me. What does he have that I don't?

Maybe its what I have that he doesn't, now that I think about it. I have soul to hold me back from things, while he's guilt free. He can do things that I normally wouldn't do anymore. Not to mention he has a spot on the family "council" that I have been rejected from. But that doesn't really answer my question. Why would she choose him over me? Doesn't she love me?

Of course not. It was a ridiculous thought. How could that beautiful lethal creature love me anyway? She chose him over me and that should be enough to disgust me and make me hate her more, but somehow it turns me on. It ignites a fire in me that has already been there. Some instinct to get back what is mine (Not that girls are prizes or material things, but Blake belongs with me. She always has.). I need her too much to let her go now.

But really what's a man to do? She's kissing my brother, pretty much grinding on him, and here I am with blood all over me and cursed. How in the world can I get her back?

I'm really pathetic aren't I?

I'm also an i***t. So with that said do you want to know what I did? It was very idiotic let me tell you. I pushed myself up from the ground, ignoring the blaring pain, and waltzed right up to the two of them. I smiled darkly before punching Darius in the face. He staggered to the ground, holding his head, cursing. Then I winked at him and pulled Blake up against me. I pulled her face to mine, and in return fire exploded when our lips touched. It was like a burning passion, nothing like before. The touches between Darius and Blake seemed like little kid stuff. My hands were all over her-in her hair, her waist, her chest, the small on her back, her thighs, legs, butt, I mean everything that I could reach. I tasted her breath, her mouth, her tongue. This was just heaven.

Her hands were under my shirt, tracing the muscles on my stomach. They moved from there to my waist, my shoulders, my hair and then slowly down my back, missing the wing like she knew it was hurt. She clutched me tighter with her new strength, not even letting me move a way a fraction of an inch. It was like we were glued together. Before I knew it she was on top of me, my back pressed against the cool sand. She sighed s***h moaned my name.

Blake pulled away after that. She was breathing hard, like she had just finished a marathon in twenty minutes. Her heart was beating like helicopter blades. And me? I was the happiest guy on earth, let me tell you.

Blake laughed.

"What?" just listening to that laugh made me forget where I was and what I was facing. If only for a few minutes.

"You always seem to surprise me, Logan."

"Good or bad thing?" I smiled, kissing the hollow base of her throat.

"It just means I'll have to kill you faster."

Blake jumped off of me, her hand firm around my throat. She slammed me against a palm tree, cutting off any air.

"Do that again, and I'll kill you." she snarled flatly.

I smirked. "But you seemed like you enjoyed it so much. Especially after the part where you said my name. Or would moan be a better word for it?"

She tilted her head, almost looking confused for a second, but she shook it off. "Nah, I was just using you. Though your brother has skills, he's got nothing on you." she winked, fluttering her eye lashes. For some reason I didn't lash back at first, like I was okay with being used.

"Really? Then why do you put up with him?"

"He's game for anything I want. You on the other hand have to be difficult about certain things."

I frowned. "Like?"

"Well, your soul for one. Then you won't join us." she sounded like she was pleading with me. She bit down on her lip.

"I don't want to be like them." I was very careful not to say 'you guys'. I really wanted Blake to like me still.

"But I miss you."

I about broke down there and begged her to take me back. I was about to say that I'll do anything she wanted, but something stopped me.

"I miss you more than you know." I told her, recalling the words I said to her. Like 'I love you more than you know'. I guess it was like my signature or something to her. And she reacted just as I knew she would to those very words. She smiled. "But-"

"But what? Damn it, Logan, there shouldn't be any buts! Just come back to me." she purred.

"But I am who I am, and if that means I'm as stubborn as a donkey then so be it. I want the old you, Blake. The soft delicate girl that I fell in love with."

"Well the girl you just made out with isn't some kitten anymore."

I chuckled. "No, I suppose not. But you need to come back to me. Be the old sweet girl that I loved."

She frowned. Then she glared at me, huffed, and walked away. She took Darius by the hand and dragged him along too. He was just wincing from the pain.

The guards escorted me to my room. The clamped the door shut as soon as I sat down, thankful they didn't put the chains on me this time.

I put my head against the wall, thinking.

The door cracked open.

"Can I come in?"

"Of course." I answered, a smile planted on my mouth.