Wings of Darkness

Ch -9 |Xander|

I was a moth,

She is the flame,

No matter how hard I try,

I can’t be the same.

XANDER

My thoughts have been a scatter. I desired her and I had got enough proof regarding this matter and it frustrated me. After feeling her kiss me back with so much passion some part of me was undone. I liked being who I am, I liked being evil and bringing pain to anyone gave me satisfaction and fun but because of her something was changing.

And I can’t ask for my father’s help since he was the one strictly restricting me from seeing her. Had he known the weird affect the girl would have on me? After my brief yet intense encounter with her I was high on adrenaline and rush of emotions is something that I have never felt before. So basically it was not my fault that when I saw two drunken boys on street laughing their asses off and their laughter like a piece of glass in my ear.

Their laughter made me angry so I just walked up to them and painfully snatched their soul away, their loud laughter now turned to loud screams and I drowned in glory of my power over measly humans. Why should she be any different? But, Hell yeah she was, I would have killed her right have, should have but I find excuses not only to keep her alive but also to get close to her.

I stood staring at the two dead boys, their blood flowing on the ground, a dark shade of red. My eyes then rested on my hands with their blood on my fingers, I felt the rush of energy inside me and then her face popped up in my mind. The elation over my kill was gone, replaced by a new unwanted fear, what would she think of me? That should be least of my worries but it was their nevertheless.

Leaving the dead body more frustrated than before I walked down the road not bothering to go back to Hell. I needed to process what was going on. As much as I was worried she had me under some kind of spell, I cannot kill her. Killing was next to breathing for me but even the idea of killing her horrified me. I was not in my right mind. Then there was the problem my body, heart and everything else that responded in a weird way around her and also when she was not around.

Agreeing these things to myself was a minor shock since I realised that they were all truths. So I decided the only natural thing I should do to her as a demon, I decided to make her life confusing and miserable as she had done with me, I was going to get even.

And the most important thing for human is their respect, their image which I was going to shatter. I decided to be her class mate to destroy her social life. Then kill her some loved ones and then I would see if she still holds that deep, disturbing look of trust and adoration towards me.

After walking for a while I came across a bar. I walked in and ordered myself a drink. Alcohol felt good as burned my insides and felt the liquid kicking in. My eyes searched for a victim and after noticing half decent men and women, my eyes rested on a girl that sat in corner of the room, her legs stretched in front of her and she was smiling at me with a seductive smile. She was an easy target. I needed to distract myself from the smile, the lips; the damn face stuck in my mind and the one sitting at the bar was perfect.

Before I could saunter towards her she walked towards me, her tiny waist moving like a snake with her walk. She wore skimpy black top and leather black shorts that exposed her long legs. She was undeniably sexy but the excitement and desire I felt around her never came. I eyed her from head to toe but all I could think about was that enchantress.

Before too much thinking made me insane, I got up from the stool and walked towards her. I grabbed her waist and roughly pulled her close.

“Someone as handsome as you doesn’t belong in a place like this.” She said while her finger traced along my arm.

She did everything I saw a girl do in my presence well, everyone except for her. She batted her eyelashes and flipped her hair, she licked her lips and smiled a sly smile. But something was so wrong, nothing worked on me. I still held on. She then repositioned herself in way she was almost moulded in me now.

Part of me wanted to push her away but other part had other ideas.

“Are you going to just stare and do nothing?” She asked in a low sexy tone.

“What do you have in mind?” I asked just for the fun of it.

Only if she knew I killed two people few hours ago or that I was Prince of Hell her attitude towards me would be so different.

“My mind is getting dirtier by second.” She said her arm linking with mine.

Thanks to her my night was a pleasant mess. She took me to her place and I didn’t waste time with small talks. I felt what lust was like and came to a realisation that it was nothing close to how I felt around the girl. Not even the most intimate moment with the bar girl could set me on fire like a single kiss with that human did.

I left her before the sun could rise from the cleave of clouds. I had a job at hands and I wanted to finish it as soon as possible. When I reached her home, she was stepping out of the house. She was not dressed beautifully or to attract men, she wore a green coloured long top and black leggings. Her hair was tied in a messy ponytail. And despite of her simple attire she managed to create havoc inside me.

There was softness around her that made me want to be close to her so that nothing else got get closer. Something flustered her and I found myself wishing it was not our fight last night. She had angrily told me to stay away from her and I tried, all I wanted was to stay away from her but I kept failing miserably. As stupid and weak it might sound I had to agree to myself, It was excruciatingly painful to be away from her. Now seeing her face brought a sense of warmth and comfort.

For God Sake, I am Prince of Hell, am I suppose to feel so troubled by a mere human?

I followed her completely losing the challenge of staying away from her. But I was here for revenge that was my reason.

My plan was to be the dark shadow around her, finding out her weakness and then be the invisible perpetrator of crime. No one would know, not even her how she started making mistakes that turned her into a laughing stock.

But then came the angel, the guy who I couldn’t detect before, the neighbour who remained to close to her for my comfort. She was clearly not found of intimacy which was opposite in my case, the idea brought a huge sense of victory. She slightly cringed every time he got too close but that didn’t bother him, he held on. He looked at her with eyes filled with worry and desire and I felt the jealousy monster yell inside me.

I decided to kill this angel, painfully just for being close to her.

And though she didn’t have any romantic interest in him, she was friendly with him and for absurd reason even than bothered me.

I accidently killed few birds when he flirted with her even had the audacity to ask her for a dance. She refused calmly but an image formed in my mind with her swaying in my arms on some music. I shook the image out of mind.

Then again it was not my fault what happen afterwards. It was that stupid angel’s fault that I decided to become more than a shadow, it was her fault for being so alluring and vulnerable and then it was her chem teacher’s fault that I had to walk in and stop the damn test that had her worried, biting inside of her cheek and her lips, a gesture that twisted my inside with worry since this was her sign of anxiousness.

I was a demon and I had no ethics and manners but I was charming and had mind control so I was part of class within seconds. I kept my eyes away from her because I knew if I saw her lovely brown eyes, wickedly full lips then I might break the charade and pull her away from anyone else. I wanted her to be a social mess not to be muse.

I felt her stare on me and it was hard to sit straight as if her stare was hypnotic. But then I noticed the angel, whom I came to know was called Martin kept staring at her, a look that meant he loved her, wanted her, a look that had me burn with anger and I had the desire to combust this place with him and other humans inside just removing her from harm.

It broke my patience which was already weak and I yelled at him to stay away from her in presence of audience. The girls around ogled at me and that pleased me, atleast human had good eye when it came to looks. And then I turned to look at her just out of curiosity to see how she looked at me.

And like I expected her one look had me undone all over again. Her control over me was undeniable. Of course I felt lust but now I know it was more, lot more than the feelings or word could express. It was hard to admit but it was there like the moon in the sky, the heart in our body, a concrete important presence.

I need to have her all by myself to shattering another rule of classroom; I pulled her away from other students. She was surprised but she didn’t protest, her trust in me was baffling and beautiful. We came to the spot I first found her after I came out from Hell.

She asked the reason of my doing this rash thing, I didn’t even know myself.

I let out the frustration of having sense of reason and why I was doing the things I was doing. She listened calmly. I remembered her angry look from other night and it had bothered me. My own father’s anger never bothered me but her’s was like a disease creeping inside.

“Well I am not sure how a mere human could affect you this much. It’s only right if meek me have a crush on you but other way round is just insane.” She remembered the words I said.

The words had made her angry but it was also her fault to suggest something as insane as love between us, it was as impossible as me saving people. Isn’t it, was it?

“Are you not afraid of me?” I asked the most obvious question in my mind my eyes taking in her every feature.

She thought for a moment and I could already guess her fatal answer.

“No, I am not afraid of you. You hurt me with your words but I don’t think I could afraid of you. My mind is too busy trusting and admiring you that it doesn’t have the idea that it had to be afraid of you. I guess it is hard wired to see you as a protector than attacker.”

And yet her words turned me into a live wire, my demon forgot that she was a human. My mind clouded all the reason I made for myself to stay away, stay an enemy to her and my heart thudded in my chest telling me that her words had touched it in a way it will leave a permanent mark. He words swallowed every other thought and feeling in my mind.

She was not afraid of me, instead she trusted and admired me, why? Wow! She had no idea of what this was doing to me or how dangerous it was for her.

She licked her lips in anxiousness and I stared at her moist lips with hunger born inside me.

Without my damn permission my hands lifted and cupped her beautiful cheeks. She trembled on my touch and the tremble somehow transferred to me. My thumb caressed her and gave a delicious colour to her face. She was looking edible enough right now. But I can’t fall for this; I can’t get into the trap of beauty. I was a Prince of Hell, a Demon; I can’t be romantically involved with her.

And though I was evil to the core, I do not want to play with her emotions or her body. She was corrupting the demon in me and that both angered and excited me. She gave a feeling so fresh that I couldn’t let go partially out of curiosity.

“Why are you not afraid of me or hate me for that matter? Will you hate me if I told you I killed tow humans yesterday in fit of rage?” I asked in a soft tone that usually charmed other girls.

Although I wanted to create a barrier between us, for her to hate for who I am because it was impossible for me to stay away from her I still went with a gentle approach. Idea of her hating me bothered me more than I could have imagined.

Her eyes shot open which were half closed as if my touch made her drunk like her did to me. I had to grin to the way she responded to my slightest touch, it pleased me too much.

“Now are you scared?” I said my hands still not ready to leave her face.

I wished and not wished that after hearing this she might push me away because no way in Hell I was letting her go, letting other man touch her like I could do.

I was growing obsessive and possessive for the girl.

I was in great trouble.