Fear Me

Chapter 5

Annette's POV

        The knife was pressed against my neck. I close my eyes anticipating the slice. It doesn't come. I glare at the demon. What is he waiting for? He has me in the weaker position, so he could kill me anytime. I don't know why I feel like this. I'm not even slightly scared of dying. My eyes widen. He can't kill me. I peer into his red eyes. I notice the slight differences. It wasn't him that night at the cemetery. His eyes are too bright. This can only mean that he's working for someone. He must read the expression on my face because he presses the knife harder against my skin. 

        "You can't kill me." I say through clenched teeth.

        "Think again." another voice out of nowhere retorts. 

        I jump up in surprise. A figure steps out of the shadows. This is the real threat; another demon. 

        "Kier, step back from the girl," the demon says.

        The demon-boy now known as Kier obeys and leans back from me. The other demon appears in front of me.

        "We finally meet...Annette." 

        He rolls my name around on the tip of his tongue for a moment. I shiver in disgust. The demon's eyes narrow. He backs me up against the tree. From the corner of my eye, I spot the knife still in Kier's hands. Make small talk. Distract him.

        "Who are you?" 

        A futile attempt on my part. Surprisingly, he answers.

        "You will call me Adrian. I am your worst nightmare. I have already marked you, so you can never escape me." he replies.

        Wow what a way to introduce yourself as my worst nightmare. As he talks, my arm moves towards the knife. With a quick swipe, I grab it from Kier's hands. But Adrian is more powerful than I thought he was. The knife magically floats away from my grip and into his. I gasp. That isn't possible. Honestly, though, if it's true that demons exist, I'm not that surprised that knives can levitate. Back to the pressing issue, I stare at Adrian. He stares back at me with those creepy dark red eyes. He intimidates me much more than Kier. 

        "Please don't kill me..." I whisper.

        This causes him to laugh deeply. The hairs on the back of my neck stand straight up. In an instant, the knife is against my throat. This time there is no hesitation. Adrian flicks the blade across my skin in one move. Blood streams down in a red blur. The tears pouring from my eyes mix with the blood. I collapse into his arms. I can't die. These were probably the worst last words ever.

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Adrian's POV

        The girl-Annette- slumps in my arms. The blood continues to stain my chest. I inhale the sweet scent of blood. (No, I'm not a vampire. I don't get why every creature who craves blood is assumed to be one of those so-called "vampires.") I lift Annette up and carry her bridal style deeper into the forest. I study the girl's features while walking. Her skin was pale, though not as pale as mine, me being a demon and all. I brush my hands through her blonde tangle of hair, undoing the knots. She shivers, probably experiencing a nightmare. She's not really dead. This is only a hallucination; demons' specialty. A laugh escapes me, thinking about how she will wake up, thinking that she died.

        A light punch startles me. She couldn't have possibly woke up already. Yet again, she manages to surprise me. First, she figures out that I was the one at the cemetery and then she distracts me enough to get the knife. I need to be more careful around her. Another punch, this one slightly harder, stirs me from my thoughts.

        "Stop or you'll regret it," I say threateningly.

        That shuts her up. At least for a while.

        "W-where are you taking me?" she stutters.

        I smile. Good, she has fear.

        "That is not of your concern," I reply.

        "Put me down!" she says, immediately regretting it.

        I grab a bundle of her hair and tug on it. Hard. She yelps in pain and kicks me in the shin. I hiss and drop her on the ground. It takes her only a second to recover and start running in the opposite direction. I don't bother chasing her. She'll have enough trouble finding her way home. I sigh. The moon was starting to lose it's glow in the sky. Time to head back down. I mean literally down. 

        "See you tomorrow, Annette," I whisper into the forest.

Annette's POV

        My feet pound on the ground and echo throughout the forest. How the hell did I not die from that knife?! I consciously lift my hand to my neck. When I pull it back, there is still blood on my fingers. I can't let anyone see me like this. They'll ask and I won't be able to answer. Heck, I wasn't even sure if this demon-guy was real. What I do know is that I need to move my butt and get out of this forest. Daylight floods in through the leaves of the tall trees. Thank God! I don't have to worry about night creatures tracking me down. But was I seriously out here all night? Then, I remember. Today is July 26th. Oh crap! My parents are coming home today. And they'll be here for the rest of the summer. So will the demon! This can't be happening right now. If they see the blood on my neck, they will freak out. 

        I pick up my pace. If Adrian thought that I wouldn't be able to find my way back home, he was wrong. I know this may sound weird, but I know my surroundings. Now that the sun is up, I can see much better. I finally get out of the woods. Come on! I sprint as fast as I can. I hear the faint rumble of a car. No one in their right mind would be out this early except for them. I rush in through the open garage door and into the house just as a Dodge Caravan pulls into the driveway. I lock the door to slow them down further. I bolt into my room and get under the covers as the lock clicks and the door opens. I hear footsteps thudding closer. I pull the deep navy blue covers up to my chin and close my eyes, pretending to be asleep. Whispers arise in the hallway. Eventually, a person comes in and sits on the bed. I can tell because the bed dips lower from the pressure. My mom talks in a hushed voice.

"Poor child, she must be warm. I'll pull the covers down a little." she talks to herself.

        Darn my sweat glands, kicking into action every time I'm nervous. Wait, mom can't see the blood. Please, please, please, don't do it. I call upon God once more today. He must be annoyed with me by now. Of course, my mother decides to pull the covers down. I can picture her eyes bulging right now. Wait for it... A shriek rips through the early morning.

A.N. Hey everyone! Happy late St. Patrick's Day! I hope you all had as much good luck as I did. Anyways, did you enjoy this chapter? Yeah, go ahead and kill me for the worst cliffhanger attempted in the history of cliffhangers. If you liked this chapter, feel free to vote and comment on it!! ;)

P.S. Above or to the side or wherever is a picture of Annette(Claire Julien)! RANDOM: If you love Fall Out Boy listen to Centuries to the side/top...