Chapter 2
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Earth
Aella's POV :
I snapped my locker door shut and leaned against it with my eyes closed.
"Another rough day?"
I nodded before slowly opening my eyes to stare back at my best friend Stella who was looking back at me with her usual worried baby blue eyes.
"Your step parents stressing you out again?"
I sighed. "Is that even a question?"
Her lips twitched unhappily. "What did they do this time?"
What hadn't they done to me should be the more appropriate question at this time.
"Just their usual every day torture. I just spent my whole lunch break at the diner, according to Serena I have to work until midnight after school today as well even though I mentioned to her that I have exams starting tomorrow. Not to mention the list of chores I still have lined up for me both at home and at the diner."
Stella sighed giving me a sympathetic look. "I seriously don't understand how people could be that crue—"
"Well if it isn't the geeks of the century."
I felt my frustration rise at the sudden interruption.
Could this day get any worse?
Stella and I both turned to face our arch enemy, Brenda Williams. She was the most popular girl in college with her parents being the co founder and all, despite that she was undeniably beautiful, unfortunately her attitude was nowhere near pretty. You would think she would leave all that drama behind in high school but it seemed as though she had only gotten worse overtime.
This was my second year in college and Brenda hadn't made my life easy since my first day here. Why me? I didn't know, I couldn't understand what made her want to attack me the way that she did, I was getting really tired of it all however, there was only so much self restraint I could have.
Stella looked like she was ready to pounce on her and I had to grip her arms to make sure that she didn't do anything that could get her expelled .
"I don't have time for this today Brenda." I told her, tightening my hold on my books.
"Hey babe!" A fourth voice called out to Brenda.
I froze , the last person I wanted to see today. I watched as the gorgeous blond haired leading quarterback of our school's football team made his way to his girlfriend Brenda's side.
Mike Bridgestone, my ex best friend and boyfriend. After our first semester of college, he had broken up with me and literally the next day gotten together with Brenda , the whole entire school knew about it. According to the rumors he was already hooking up with her even while we were together, a rumor that I believed whole heartedly.
His eyes brushed over me for a quick second before turning his attention back to her. "What are you doing here? Everyone's waiting for you to hear the plans about the party this weekend."
I took Stella's hand and attempted to side step them both, when Brenda reached out and grabbed my arm. "I'm not finished with you."
"I'm sorry but I am." I told her pulling my hands away from her forcefully and walking off with my best friend . I could hear Mike in the background telling her to let it go, that I wasn't worth stressing over. Funny how people can change in the matter of a day, or was it that he was always like that but he just never showed that side of himself to me? I didn't care, he was all in the past.
"I'm surprised you have all that patience with these people that treat you like trash." Stella admitted.
I often surprised myself, despite everything I've been through I've always been surprisingly calm and had a lot of patience dealing with it all. It was something I couldn't really explain, it was just the way that I was.
"I just don't see the point in giving them the satisfaction that their actions are affecting me." I answered, a chill suddenly making it's way down my spine. I spun around taking a look at my surroundings, why did it feel like someone was watching me?
This was the second time today that something like this had happened to me, the first time being in the diner.
"What's wrong?" Stella asked, studying me.
I shook the feeling off and offered her a small smile. "It's nothing, let's head to class."
Hopefully I could get through this day without another encounter from Brenda and also without another one of these weird feelings of someone watching me. I had enough on my plate to be having weird hallucinations at a time like this.
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Daemon's POV :
I glared at my brother's amused expression after relating my dilemma to him.
"So basically, the Laquinttas' screwed you over."
I scowled at him, I didn't like the idea of being screwed over by a f*****g angel.
"I'm sure father is going to have a fit at this news." He pointed out deep in thought.
Fuck.
Father would definitely have a fit, all of Netherworld would get an earful.
"You need to get the half blood back here before he returns." Loch warned.
"Where's the fun in that?" I asked him picking up a sacred knife from the table.
His eyes widened. "What are you planning on doing brother?"
"She's my bride isn't she." I growled. " I'll let her know what she's getting herself into even before bringing her back here."
I took the knife and sliced the skin above my chest, the black blood spilled out as I branded the name AELLA LAQUINTTA onto my chest.
"You can't possibly be thinking about what I think you are."
My eyes flashed. " I'm an incubus dear brother, of course I'm taking her in her dreams . . . she wouldn't even have time to process it all."
"You must remember that she's still a human, a human who is your bride . . . you can't push her past her breaking point."
"You sound as though you care for the half blood." I told him.
His eyes narrowed in disgust. "Never. Do what the f**k you please Daemon."
I didn't need to be told twice, I always did whatever the f**k I wanted to do and I wasn't about to change my ways now, definitely not for a God damn weak half blood.
First, I would come into her dream, make her f*****g wet for me . . . have her body writhing for me and then I would show myself only to her, play with her mind, have my own little fun with her however I saw it fit. When and only when I wanted to reveal who I were to her would I bring her back to the Netherlands to complete the rituals.
Aella Laquintta would suffer, I would make the half blood pay for her sister's betrayal!
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