Supernaturals

17. They saw a demon

DECLAN

Ashley, Rochu and I had ran another sixty-five miles away from the vamp territory. At least that's how far we thought we ran.

It was the next day already. I guess it was fair to say it was our first day after our escape. An escape we owe to Rochu—his bravery was everything. While I didn't like that he had to make such a crucial decision, I was happy he did. I don't know how I'd have felt if I was still locked up.

“What do you think about the werewolf we saw yesterday?” Ashley asked as she walked, kicking stones on the ground.

“I don't know, he seemed pretty decent.”

“He brought wrote a letter, how can he be decent?” Ashley said, laughing as she knew she was making much sense.

I felt he genuinely wanted his kind to survive even if it meant working with people like Landon. He had his back on the wall, there wasn't really much for him to do. It was like he had two choices, work with the vampires or die by the hands of the demons. As a good leader, the choice was easy.

But then Landon would never work with him. If he knew how cruel and twisted Landon's mind was, he would never come near the man.

I knew what Landon was. I knew what he was capable of doing and it never failed to scare the sh*t out of me. The man was the devil himself.

“Where exactly are we going?” Rochu asked.

“Nowhere and everywhere." I teased, hoping it would make him smile.

It did, but he asked again. Ashley answered him this time.

“We don't really know, we just have to be safe, and hopefully, we will see somewhere where it will be safe for us to stay.”

Safe? I don't think there was anywhere safe but some places were safer than others.

About thirty zombies spotted us as we walked. I hated killing zombies because they were so gross. Yes! They couldn't hurt vampires but touching them always made me feel like puking.

It took us nearly twenty minutes to kill thirty zombies. With my speed, I could have ended them in twenty seconds but that would make a lot of noise. It was always amazing how a little noise can make thirty zombies become thirty thousand zombies.

Just like it had been happening for a while, my mind went back to the moment I saw the witch. The witch had been really beautiful. I got in a lot of trouble because of her. I mean, I know she never asked for any of it but it happened anyway.

Goddammit. I didn't even know her damn name.

I could still remember how beautiful her voice was even though she was bent on k*lling me. Nah, that was just empty words.

She looked smart and busy, I doubted if she really cared enough to want to kill me. I was probably the last thing she would ever think about.

She probably called to just shake me up a little bit.

I had been thinking about that witch from the moment I set my eyes on her. What I would give to have her look at me as anything but a monster. Nothing had made me hate my nature as much as my. . .feelings towards the witch.

I know I liked her. It went well beyond just her elegant beauty, I think something in me felt a certain connection with her. While it might not make sense, I think I would really like to spend some time with her. Even if it was just to know her.

Unfortunately, that would never happen because I was a vampire. To her I was an abomination, a misfit, an abberration. So I took her off my mind.

Rochu was young but he was really close to me so I told him everything. Ashley was just ahead and pretended not to hear everything I said, though it was obvious that her c****d ears listened to nothing else.

“Are you in love with her?” Rochu asked, excitement building up in him.

Was I?

“Chill with the questions. No, I'm not. I only found her very interesting and would like to talk to her, you know, get to know her more.”

“That's pretty much what people say before they start dating.”

I nodded in disagreement. “No, I don't love her. Love might have only four letters in it, but it's a very big word. In fact, you can't love someone you just met and have no knowledge of.”

“What about love at first sight?” Ashley chipped in, apparently teasing me.

“I know you don't believe in that sh*t. There ain't nothing like that, only a clown claims to like someone they just met.”

The funny part of all this was that I was trying to convince them both that I didn't love the witch, when I couldn't do so to my own heart.

It was really ridiculous. Why did I always have her in my mind? Despite all that happened, when I think about her I get an exciting surge of energy and vitality. Just thinking about her alone excited me.

“It's alright to like her, you know?” Ashley said.

“Stop teasing me.”

She made that face that meant she really wasn't joking around.

“I think it's alright to be physically attracted to someone, whether people like it or not, we vamps have feelings too.” She then narrowed a stare at me. “But then, I can't assure you anything would come out of it.”

She was right. No matter how it felt right to be with her, there was zero chance of that happening. She was just in a world of her own and I was only monster.

After what Landon made me do, I had begun to feel like a monster. Who kind of person goes through what I went through and still remains normal. Even if I lived a thousand years, I would never forget the pain I caused those eight innocent life.

Making me having s*x with men when that wasn't my orientation was HORRIBLE on its own. It was even worse since I f*rced them. When I close my eyes, I could still hear their cries. I could feel their pain like I went through it all myself.

I will never forget that day. And I will never forget my promise to end Landon.

The hatred I had for Landon was so strong that I felt like turning back and going to kill him right now. I felt like strangling him with my bare hands. But if I went back, Landon would kill me this time for good.

We saw her. She was tall, slender, had a pretty five-inch high heels. Her eyes were pitch black and she was floating in the air. I think she was playing when we met her.

She was a demon.

I felt like turning back but I knew it would do no good. Demons had so much powers, running away would do no good.

“We want no problem, please just let us go our separate ways.” Ashley said, knowing the demon wasn't going listen to that.

The demon turned to me. “Aren't you going to beg? Or you are too cute for that?”

She had no business being on Earth. No demon should be on Earth. She seemed bizarrely out of place even in these weird times.

“I like that you all know it's over for you.”

“Please don't hurt us.” Rochu begged, tears streaming down his face.

Ashley and Rochu continued to beg. They weren't weak, they knew that by one action alone, the demon could end us in the most terrible way ever.

“All these pleading, I'm beginning to feel merciful.” She declared, not even trying to hide the sarcasm in our words.

She walked towards me. Even as she came I could feel the evil in her. There was something really dark about her, something I couldn't possibly understand.

She began to walk in circles around me and laughed maniacally. I gave Ashley and Rochu a signal to run away since she was paying a lot of attention to me. They tried but even their vampire speed couldn't help them.

She stretched her hands forward and both Ashley and Rochu began to cry. They were screaming so loudly, tearing pouring down their faces like it was nothing.

“Please stop it, please I will do anything, just stop it.”

She stopped torturing them for a while.

“I thought you were too tough to beg for your miserable life but you aren't. You are just another weakling.”

She continued to torture them, wiggling her fingers as they were screaming, rolling on the bumpy ground.

This went on for a while.

Rochu was so hurt, he was losing his voice. It was difficult to watch them go through so much pain. Rochu kept screaming and most of what he saying was “help me, Declan”.

But I couldn't help him. I couldn't do anything. I couldn't even help myself.

“What are you doing to them?” I yelled out at the demon lady.

“What does it look like? I'm k*lling them, well, eventually. For now, I'm tearing their minds apart so they will d*e from the inside. The worse kind of death.”

“Why aren't you hurting me?” I asked, hoping she would stop at little. She didn't.

She narrowed her eyes at me. “No reason, have fun too.”

The pain was ridiculously painful. It felt like I was being burnt from the inside. What was more annoying was that there was nothing I could do.

As I joined Ashley and little Rochu in the suffering, I remembered that night. The night my mother was r*ped and k*lled. She had locked me in a narrow closet after she had rubbed some herbs on me that would cloak me from the demons.

I remember watching from a very tiny hole. I remember three demons had held her firmly and had taken turns on her. I recall vividly watching them put things into her; mocking her in the most humiliating way. In the most inhumane manner.

What I remember the most was staying idle as they did all did. My excuse was that I was only a kid. But now I was an adult, the same thing was happening all over again. Was I going to watch as my friends' lives were taken from them? And even worse this time, d*e with them?

Then that weird feeling came. That one feeling I had never understood.

I felt it in me. It grew slowly in me but I felt it as if my whole body was having a sort of transformation that I couldn't manage to put into words. On the outside, I was just screaming but it wasn't due to the pain anymore. I had awoken something in me.

It was rage but it felt a lot more than that. It was a sort of power that seemed to consume me from the inside. It wasn't like anything I have felt before. At least, not as intense as this.

I stood, facing the demon and I could see the shock in her eyes.

“What are you?” She asked, her voice now tender and shaky.

What am I? I had no damn idea!