My classmate is a demon...

21. Honesty last longer

Mateo's P.O.V.

I hear her mom saying something, probably because of her rush to get out of the room. Clearly embarrassed by her own words.

I think she'll be occupied for a little while. I walk into the woods to talk to Alex. I know he can hear me. "Alex?!" just as predicted he walks out of the shadows. Still with the disgusting smile on his face. The smile makes me sick to the stomach.

"Alex, just stop it, stop everything. We could agree on things, we don't have to fight." I'm desperate. I don't want Olivia to get hurt, and I'm not sure if we'll be able to beat him. I don't want war either, because I know if we start fighting and the word gets around... the fight between us will spread until the whole demon race is fighting each other. Then it won't help if I just kill Alex.

"Oh, no. just forget it, Mateo. You're just backing out now because you know you're going to lose, and that precious Olivia will die in front of your eyes. You also know that several demons share my opinion on the matter. This means that when the word gets out of what I'm planning you'll have too many enemies to fight them all and you know it!" he spits the words at me. The worst part is that he's right, and both of us know it.

Just as fast as he appeared, he disappears into the woods, and I get a glimpse of his back before he walks through the portal back to the in-between.

I can't stop thinking about Olivia on my way back. She has no direct connection to this. The only reason being me. But I have to be the bad guy because I know I need her. Why does it always have to be so freaking damn hard to do things like this? It sort of reminds me of small children's fairy tales. The hero doing everything for their girl.

I walk up the stairs to the front door. Knocking for once. The door opens to reveal a woman I've never seen before. But the similarities she has wilt Olivia tells me that she's her mom.

"Hi, uh... is Olivia home?" I say, feeling somewhat serious that she won't like me. She gives me a genuine smile. "Yeah, I'll go and get her. Come on in," she says, and I step into her house. I've been here before, but she doesn't know that. I can hear her mom yell for her, saying that the visitor is for her. I wait politely before seeing her walk into the hall.

"What do you want?" her voice seeming more hostile and filled with attitude than I think she intended to. I can see the blush creeping up her cheeks. Reading her mind my accusation is confirmed. She is thinking about what she said to me earlier. I, on the other hand, am serious. I need to talk to her about Alex and what we're going to do with him.

"I want to talk to you. I need you to take down Alex- "

"Not here, not now. Go back into my room, I'll be up in a second. I'll just tell my mom we're studying or something." She interrupts me mid-sentence not waiting for an answer as she walks back into what I assume is the living room to talk to her mom.

I hear her footsteps as she walks up the stairs and I don't down on the chair beside her desk. She opens the door and looks at me. "Continue." She says her voice being monotonous as if she didn't even care.

"The man who abducted you, Alex. I need your help to take him down." I give the information clearly and short, knowing there is no need to soften it anymore. I don't have time and she can handle it.

"Why do you need me to do that? And what does it cost me?" she falls on her bed staring up at the ceiling. She seems somewhat comfortable with the thought of me meaning to kill him. Maybe the serum did more than we thought in the first place. Back to the question, I think about my answer before giving it to her. Not wanting to upset her.

"Well, whenever you are near me. It makes me stronger. I don't know how but I assume it has something to do with the serum you got injected with. The effect it has on you is headaches, dizziness, and fevers. It drains your body of energy. That's why you were feeling ill earlier today, but do you feel better now? Or am I wrong? I helped you heal after you fell asleep earlier today." She seems shocked by the information I just threw in her face. It takes her a while before she regains the ability to speak.

"Heal me?" I smile at her. She lifts herself in a half-sitting position and meets my eyes for the first time since she came into the room. Stand up from the chair and walk over to the bed sitting down beside her. She sits up completely, and that's when I realize how close we're sitting.

Refusing to let the emotions get the better of me I continue the conversation. Following up with another question.

"Does your head hurt now?" she nods at my words.

"I just put my hand on your head. Concentrating on my power and the sickness almost whatever it is, disappears." I place my hand on her cheek as I speak caressing her skin with my thumb. She leans her head slightly against my touch. I'm not even sure she's aware that she's doing it.

She closes her eyes and I remove my hand. When I do, she opens her eyes and looks at me with tiresome eyes. "See?"

"Yeah, but why do I feel so tired?" she continues looking at me. I feel guilty. I forgot to mention that. I have a theory, but I didn't know if it's true.

"I don't know usually you're already sleeping. I assume it has something to do with your body being tired of fighting whatever it is. So, when it's gone you feel the need to recharge therefore falling asleep." I know she wanted to continue the talk, but her eyelids fall shut as she starts falling onto me. It's like she passed out. Taking me a little by surprise I fall onto the bed with her on top of me. I wrap my arms around her tiny figure, as her head is on my chest, I kiss her hair not sure if she's totally gone or if she can still hear if I say something.

"I got you," I say, and I know she heard it. Her breathing slows down not long after that along with the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. She'll probably be asleep for a while. I hold her for a little while before gently pushing her off me. With her head on her pillow and the duvet gently wrapped around her, I leave through the window carefully not to wake her up, even though I don't think she'll wake up by the sound of me climbing out the window anyway. Thinking about how deep in sleep she's right now.

I run into the woods. I need to prepare myself for the upcoming battle. I have to do my best to protect her so that she doesn't die. If she dies and it's my fault, I'll never forgive myself, and if she dies in general, I'll never recover from it, that much I'm sure of.