From the Heart of a Villain (MxM)

Chapter 6 - Perilous Desire

With his eyes fixed straight ahead and Kiss playing in his headphones, Brett walked for blocks. He didn't stop for anything, not even to cross the street. A dangerous game, so Samael travelled beside him. The night had begun so perfectly with a clear night sky, exquisite dinner, and the two even shared their first kiss. Then, it ended all too abruptly, and Samael struggled to wrap his mind around it. He silently promised Brett that he'd make his father realize the harm he'd caused once Brett was safe. At least the weather was still nice, a sign of hope that things might somehow be okay.

        Brett was halfway through a crosswalk when Samael noticed out of his left periphery a large pickup truck speeding around the corner towards them. By the time he registered that the truck was not going to stop, it was already two feet from them. Brett may not have cared whether he lived or died, but Samael sure did. 

        He quickly pushed the human forward. The truck darted through Samael. A very uncomfortable sensation, but at least Brett was alive. Brett swore as he picked himself off the ground, trying to comprehend what just happened. That was the last straw, he needed a better plan. Immediately.

        He considered appearing around the corner just up ahead to create the illusion of a coincidental meeting, but then he thought better of it. He was supposed to be at his apartment, not hanging around near Brett's. Then, while Brett bent down to pick up his cell phone that fell out of his jacket pocket, he had the perfect idea. 

        Samael vanished from Brett's side and reappeared as a man around the corner up ahead, but not in his usual body. This man was much older and shorter, dressed in brown suspenders over a dirty white shirt. Now that he was, for all intents and purposes, a human again, he took his own cellphone out of his pocket and sent Brett a message: Missing you already, come over?

        The da-ding of Brett's text-tone could be heard across the street where Samael stood. He watched Brett like a child waiting on a slice of birthday cake, eager for him to read it. He held his breath even though he didn't breathe air while Brett investigated. The human stopped walking while he typed, making three dots on Samael's phone dance in anticipation. Then, nothing.

        Brett put the phone back into his pocket and continued walking while Samael kicked the wall beside him in frustration. He ran his hand through his hair, trying to think of a backup plan.

        "Got a light?" a woman asked from behind Samael who'd been too distracted to notice her presence.

        "I'm busy," he said coldly to her without even turning around.

        "I'll give you a little something in return," she insisted.

        Samael spun around to look at her. The woman looked like she was in her forties, dressed poorly in patchy pink sweats and a blue sweatshirt. An unlit cigarette wedged between her lips. She stepped even closer to Samael with a wobbly gate. He didn't have time for her, so he turned his back and started walking in Brett's direction.

        "Hey, where are you going asshole?" she spat at him, "I asked you for a light."

        Samael stopped in his tracks and turned to her in a wicked fury, feeling the plasma within him rile with agitation.

        "Oh, I'm sorry. I actually do have a light," he said in an overly polite tone.

        The woman smiled and approached, removing the cigarette from her lips. Then, with a devilish grin, Samael's eyes turned a deep red, freezing the woman in her tracks. Horns grew from his temples, his teeth sharpened and his tongue split in two like a snake's. To his surprise, the woman didn't move or say a word, only a blank stare on her face.