Dark Desires ✔

Prologue

"So angels are good and demons are bad?"

"Yes sweetie."

"What are angels mommy?"

"Angels...their pure heavenly beings with feathery wings white as snow and a halo that shines brighter then the sky."

It's true. Angels are pure. But what if an angels true form is actually more terrifying then a demon? Not forgetting the fact that the devil was also once an angel.

Guess 6 year old me was too young to understand that.

It was a bright, frosty morning. The pavement glistened like a carpet of crushed diamonds in the early morning sunshine. I looked up at the sky smiling and tearing up a bit. I know she's watching me.

"This day couldn't get worse though..." I thought to my self. Turns out...it can.

Icy wind slashed my face and darkness filled around me as I walked on the sand hearing the waves crashing with tears streaming down my face uncontrollably.

I felt a grip on my wrist sending shivers down my spine. When I turn I meet a pair of icy blue eyes. Not just any eyes, the same pair I stared at and found happiness in for thirteen years.

"I'm sorry." He whispered with tears flowing down as he collapsed right before me. I knelt down immediately only to find his wrist bloody.

The ambulances were too late...I was too late.

Tyler Rossetti. My best friend since I moved to new york. We're si different yet so similar at the same time. I was shy and he was loud with the brightest of smiles. As soon as he said hi we just clicked.

His always been there for me. We loved each other yes, not like a couple or anything but like siblings sincing mine is a bitch. I always thought that was the worst that could happen to me, but it actually gets worse.

You see, it all started when my family moved from Italy to New York when I turned three. It was so that my sister and I had a safer child hood. Given the fact that my dad is the leader of the third biggest mafia which is in Sicily making it to be extremely dangerous to live there, we'd have to deal with constant threats and have to watch our backs everywhere we went. So this was a safer option.

Here's how it went with us. Olivia and I had rooms on the same floor, across the hall from each other and night after night my father would sit on Olivia's bed and layout the error of my sisters approach to life and fill it with his own recipe for success.

I'd always hear the low grumble of his voice every night. On one hand I was thankful I wasn't getting these talks but on the other, I wanted him to at least bond with me.

One night, tired of being the forgotten daughter I tried talking to him.

"Could we uhm...idk maybe talk about something?"I ask a little hesitant

"About?" He questioned with an expressionless voice.

"Uhhhh...maybe butterflies..."

"I don't know much about butterflies." And with that he was gone.

My mother had noticed and decided to fill me with her knowledge. We didn't exactly talk about butterflies because she knew that wasn't my interest.

Every night she would sit on my bed just like my dad with Olivia. She'd tell me stories about angels in her sweet soft voice.

But then...she got cancer. Those last years she had she made sure to give Olivia and I equal affection and assuring us that everything was gonna be ok and that she'd always be watching over us.