Darker Than Blood

.11

He entered the room like a raging storm.

Almost ripping off his coat, he dumped it on the marble floor. The branded coat laid in heap weeping on his disrespect.

Temples throbbing, heart racing , liquid fire running up and down his body. .he tried so hard.

So hard not to lose his shit.

So hard not to wreck the already fragile relationship between him and his sister.

Standing in the middle of his room, he didn't want to feel this. .

Feel so helpless .

Binded by invisible ropes.

The fire breathing dragon in him roared inside, egging him on. Whispering to him to let it go. Let it out. Let the whole world burn like him.

Let his sister pay.

Get out of this golden cage.

The cage he was born into. .why was it so difficult to break it? Why was it so difficult to fly away from . .the place you belong from? All his life he had one wish.

One want.

To get away from here.

To never look back.

Get away from the sister he was estranged with. It was a constant struggle to remind himself she's his blood. His only family.

All he wanted was. .

Get away from the place where his future was decided upon. Everything was mapped out for him. It was a glorious map of his future but he couldn't find himself in the map. .

Pushing his hand in his hair, he took deep breaths.

In and out.

Pinched the bridge of his nose , trying to calm down his ferocious breathing.

He had to get out of here before he set the whole estate on fire . Again.

Yes he had to !

But where? Where will he go to? The club with humans lapping at his feet? Women who wanted nothing but to get a piece of his beauty?

Shit! Where was he suppose to—

And then out of nowhere—she flashed right in front of his eyes.

Immediately his heated mind diverted to her in an instant and then he realized . .what a strange night yesterday had been.

Sipping on hot chocolate as if everything was fine. Portraying himself into a normal person . For once in his life a person didn't know who he was . Where he belonged from. A person who  listened to him , hanging on his every word.

Being just. .there.

Maybe sometimes you don't need lectures and mere words . .all you need is a person who is just . .there.

But he had to accept.

She was one hell of an interesting human.

Since one week , that human had been troubling his sleep, his food, his mind, his sexual appetite.

Damien couldn't even remember the last time he had sex.

Couldn't remember the last time he admired a woman. But all of them had voluptuous breasts and hips to choke him . .

But

None of them . .looked like her.

She looked so ordinary. .with the brown hair and brown eyes . .so ordinary. .so not his taste.