His dark side

Chapter 2

Author's note: I wanted to dedicate this to the first commentor on my second chapter meemai31. Thank you so much for supporting me and encouraging me to write more. It's because of you I was able to write this chapter because honestly, I felt like giving up on my story.

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Scarlett still couldn't believe she was in Daemon's house.

Her eyes linger around the living room as she takes in every inch of it. There were five black sofas with a large, glistening, spiral, glass table in the middle. It seemed almost classy to her until she took sight of all the caged animals lined off to the sides of the room. There were rabbits, hamsters, lizards, squirrels... you name them all. However, a strange uneasiness seemed to be present in their surrounding, almost like the atmosphere at a funeral. 

Too excited to ponder upon her thoughts though, Scarlett walks over to the hamster cage and slides her thin fingers between the metal bars to stroke those cuddly creatures. A thin smile forms on her lips as the hamsters accept her touch.

Withdrawing her hand, she exclaims, "Wow! You love animals a lot don’t you?" while directing her body towards Daemon.

"Yeah," he casually answers. After a slight pause, he adds with his lips twitching into a faint smirk, "They are fun to play with." 

She pleasingly looks at him and continues acquainting herself with the animals. 

With his hands in his pockets, and a dark expression on his countenance, he thinks of his next move.

Managing the sweetest smile possible, Daemon asks, "Scarlett, Do you want some coffee?"

"Oh... Huh... sure," she answers bewildered by the sudden sugary tone in his voice and tags along behind him.

"Don't follow me you idiot," he mutters under his breath. 

"Pardon, were you saying something?" she asks sure that she heard some whispering.

"No." Forcing a smile on his lips, Daemon turns around and grabs her arm. With her soft, delicate hands resting between his rough, manly ones, he whispers "Scarlett, please wait in the living room."

The infatuation on her face is clearly visible with the bright pink circles on her olive cheeks.

'While I prepare the tools to take out your eyeballs,' he thinks to himself. 

And as abruptly as he had grabbed her hand, he lets go and leaves to the kitchen. 

Dazed by the unforeseen physical contact, she admires the part of her body that had just been amidst Daemon's seconds ago. Still mesmerized by the occurrence, she saunters back to the living room just like he told her to, when her right leg bumps onto a vase full of juniper flowers. Her eyes bulge in horror as it is about to shatter when, thanks to her adrenaline rushing in, she prevents the fall two inches from the white, tiled floor with her hands.  

"Phew. That was close" she whispers and takes a seat on the sofa to avoid any further commotion. 

A small puddle of water rests on the floor beside the vase, emitting the reflection of the light. 

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'What an annoyance,' Daemon thinks to himself as he makes his way towards the set of acute knives arranged neatly according to size.

'That girl is way too dreamy. And stupid... to think I could ever love anyone.'

Grabbing a scalpel, he observes his face reflecting on its shiny surface.

'Not after what he did to me.'

Flashbacks run in his mind to the incident five years ago.

Betrayal he had felt. Pain. Disgust. And then finally nostalgia, when the world around him became dark and cruel as death began embracing him.

Closing his bleak, grey eyes, Daemon takes a deep breath and proceeds to place a pan with some milk onto the stove.

'Why couldn't he have died at that moment? It would have been better than this life of suffering he was leading.' he thinks to himself. 

As the milk boils, the desire for vengeance rises in his heart. He wanted to torture him! Scorch not one, but both of his eyes out  and that too slowly, while hearing those screams for cessation. That filth must feel the same agony that was inflicted upon him.

The hot milk seeping into the pale skin of his palms suddenly brings him back to reality. He lifts the pan from the stove before anymore liquid could flow out.  

Biting his tongue to suppress the sensation of the burning skin, Daemon walks over to the sink to wash that part of his body with cold water.

This pain was nothing compared to the one he had felt years back; the sort of pain that couldn't be cured by any medicine in this world.

His heart ached as the image of the person whom he once used to love succumbs his mind but, is quickly replaced with gritted teeth and anger. 

He knocks the tap close.

'Enough! I must focus on the task at hand right now.'

This was the first time he was going to be experimenting on a human.

For a moment, Daemon almost wondered, 'was he just as bad as him for what he was about to do?' However, that thought is quickly disrupted when he catches sight of a certain white bottle.

Sleeping Pills... just what he needed. 

Grabbing the bottle, he takes out four pills.

Wait. That's too much. He didn't want to kill her.

Putting back two of them, he dissolves the other two into the coffee. After pouring the liquid into a marroon cup, he motions his steps to the place where Scarlet sat, all the while, grinning in his mind.

'Finally, there would be someone who could feel----' the coffee mug he was holding slips from his grasp as his feet slide on something wet on the tiles. His head pounds on the floor and the last vision he saw was of Scarlett screaming his name as darkness envelops him.