All the Devils are Here

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Samael

I didn’t go for the continuation of the council meetings. I’m certain that they can find me if they need to talk. Perks of having Sentinels in your corner.

Lex and Dothan were not very surprised at the way the events played out. They didn’t know that it was a 3-day affair but they were pleased that I cut right to the chase on the first day. We’re on our way back to Northview. The next thing on the agenda is the meeting with the elders and the rest of the werewolf community which will be taking place in Hayride. Luckily, there isn’t a date for that yet, so I can go home. I would also prefer if the date came after I got results from the council. It will be a shame to show up there without any answers or progress.

I meant it when I said I gave them a week. I have the vials in my car now and once I'm

home, I’d store them safely. If I don’t get any answers in a week, I’d start making some statements. I’m almost home when I remember - I left Hera here. If she’s here that will mean I can’t walk in with those vials of blood right now. It’s the middle of the day so the probability that she’s here is very high.

Once I pull up in the parking lot, I move the vials from the back seat to the boot; just incase. I’d come back for them later. I consider calling her but, I would much rather surprise her. I take the elevator to my apartment and as I get closer and closer to my destination, I feel this weird anticipation in my gut that just makes me feel very gittery. At the door, I consider opening it with my key but, decide that might be uncomfortable for her so I knock. I knock once, I knock a second time and I wait. I hear her footsteps approaching the door rather suspiciously. This must be the first time someone has shown up at the door since she’s been here.

I see her eye peer through the peep whole before she unlocks the door. I like that she’s very security consious but, it also makes me wonder what she has been through to make her so paranoid. She opens the door and the most bizzare thing happens. We hug each other like this is normal. She’s all smiles and even though I’m supposed to be in a s**t mood, I catch myself smiling too.

“I didn’t know you were coming in today?”, she says as we seperate from the hug and I enter my apartment shutting the door behind.

“Wanted to surprise you. Catch you in the act”, I joke. She wanders to the kitchen stool where she must have been before I showed up. She’s dressed more casually than I’ve ever seen her in shorts and a loose cropped T-shirt. I also notice that her hair is packed in a bun on top her head. I’m disgusted at myself for the thoughts I have in my head right now.

“How was it?”, her question catches me off guard and I almost ask how was what? Then I remember I told her there were some things I had to handle with my father’s demise and she must have been thinking a burial or a will or something in that direction.

“Uhm. It was….underwhelming if I’m being honest. But, I’m glad I went”, I say. She nods her head slowly and darts her eyes to the side like she does when she wants to say something but, doesn’t say it. I don’t prompt her to speak on it.

“What did I miss since I’ve been gone?”, I drop my single backpack on the ground and make my way towards her. She’s seated on one of the high stools in the kitchen so I don’t have to bend too much if I want to kiss her.

“I went to a live show”, she’s saying;

“Mhmm”, I’m tracing her jaw; “what else?”,

“We tried the new delhi on 3rd street”,

“We?”,

“Trinity and I”, her eyes are hooded and they watch me while her pulse hightens as I trace my fingers from her jaw to her lower lip.

“What else?”,

“I missed you”, that does it for me and I finally give in and kiss her. I haven’t been honest with myself about how badly I’ve wanted this. To just kiss her like this and hold her in my arms and know that she stayed here for me. She’s mine. The thought of that thrills and scares me at the same time.

I pull back a little and ask her; “What time do you have to leave for work?”,

“Not any time soon”,

“Perfect”, I say right before I kiss her again. And this time I don’t stop until we’re both naked on the couch, on the floor, on the kitchen counter. And anywhere else that she wanted.

Hours have gone by and we’re both pretty exhausted, lounging half naked in the living room and I’m hungry as f**k. I have some steak in the freezer but, I’m not too sure she’d react calmly to me ripping that to pieces right in front of her.

“Hey, you hungry?”, I ask her. She’s positioned in between my legs with her body laying on one side of me and her hair tickling me. She tilts her head upwards so she can look at me;

“Yeah, I could eat”, I briefly forget about food and I want to kiss her again but, a dark thought enters my head and I know I have to f*****g eat something. I sit up so she’s forced to seat up too and I convince her to seat back and relax while I go cook something.

At first she does that and I head in to the kitchen assembling ingedients to cook something. I don’t really cook because I don’t eat a lot of variety. I pretty much only crave bloody meat but, I eat other things if the occasion calls for it. I glance towards the living room to make sure she’s not watching me. She’s not so I sneak a steak into a polythene bag and tell her I’d be right back. I go into the bathroom of my room, lock myself up and devour the meat like the animal that I am. I hate that I feel ashamed about this and I hate that all I can think about is how she’d react if she knew what I was doing in here.

After I’m done, I return back to the kitchen. She’s in here now and she’s already taken over and started cooking something.

We cook together, flirt a lot, burn some of the food and eat what’s edible on the couch with Bigfoot Vs The world playing on the TV. I don’t want this to end.