Westbane

Episode 4. 10 Kai Labrosky

His footsteps echoed through the wide, long hallway as long legs shot out in long strides. The frown remained on his face, feral as always. He could feel him taking over. The control he had over the beast was gradually wearing off.

His head was pounding, heart racing, hands shaking. His third side was scared, cowering in fear at the rage in which his first side tore at his reserve. In which he fought within himself from giving into ...

He could still remember how those pleas turned into demands, reminding him that he wasn't the author of his own actions, and one day, that true color was going to surface and hurt the people closest to him, the people he had sworn to protect. He could feel the beast's rage, it needed blood, destruction, and all things he had fought for decades to seize from existence.

He knew why though, he knew damn straight why the devil was furious now more than ever.

He sensed it the moment he laid eyes on her. In fact, even before seeing her, he sensed it. Around him, the scent, too strong to be ignored, wafted. He was as shocked as the beast within.

His little devil within soon became pissed, pissed at the fact that she existed, the only being that could shift his emotions, the only being that could make him whine. One thing he knew about the little devil, was his thirst for power, but with her around, was a constant reminder that there was something out there, something capable of making him forget that thirst, and he didn't like it. Fact is, the little devil was confused, frustrated and enraged, he wanted out. He was done with his bullshit and he wanted to play.

The thing now was, the little devil's definition of play was nightmares waiting to be unleashed.

It had been a terrible mistake, falling asleep the night before. The beast had taken over and hurt someone in its territory, Brody Huffins.

Fuck.

He could see it all in his head, like a video with the most outstanding resolution. The memories of the beast taunted him, and he wished he could take it all back.

His number one rule was to never hurt any human who didn't deserve to be hurt, but his beast, the conniving little devil, just had to go against it, shutting him out.

The craziest thing was, he wished he cared, he wished he hadn't given in and unlocked that cage the moment he forced himself to sleep, he wished he hadn't missed the thrill the beast provided him the night before, he wished he didn't like it. But you see, that was the thing about demons... they taunt you, they push you to do that one thing you know is wrong, but you like it either way.

He thought he could fight it off after giving the little devil what it wanted, but he should have known better. Ever since she arrived, his world and his control, turned the fuck upside down.

She was ruining everything for him.

Still, his heart soared out to her, his mind betrayed him and thought of her every damn second of the time. Her beautiful blue eyes, skin clear as milk, hair as red as fire... why did she have to be perfect? Couldn't she not be the kind of girl he wouldn't be attracted to at first sight? Why did he even have a soul mate? He wasn't supposed to have one.

He pushed open the wooden double doors, walking into the familiar space of the room, going over to the throne-like chair in front of the table scattered with papers, books and a result of days spent researching.

He collapsed on the chair, lithe long fingers coming to stroke his temple. It was pretty difficult researching if his kind was meant to have soulmates. Especially when he was the only one of his kind. This meant everything that happened with him was happening for the first time in the history of time, and if he was wise enough, he would get a journal to record everything down, in the rare case someone else needed it.