Emperor of Destruction [EDITING]

xiv.

XIV

Here I was, trapped in a dark closet with the boy I sworn to hate until my dying days. He's so close. The light hairs on my body stood on alert when I felt his breathing on my neck, followed by little kisses he placed gently on my sensitive skin. I never knew kisses could be so tender.

Before I got the chance to relax, his teeth sunk into my skin. I winced, the hand that was on his shoulders gripped his muscles. He's like a K9 and Pitbull combined into a monster. His bites hurt to the point tears started pouring down my cheeks. My attempt at screaming vibrated against my mouth, as more tears started to come. I couldn't scream for help because he still had his hand pressed against my lips as he ravaged on my skin like an absolute wild beast.

He was hungry, not for food but for blood. My blood. I flinched, grimacing when the feeling of a liquid substance rolled down my neck. My eyes shut, refusing to believe the reality. He's a touch-starved monster. The monster in folktales. The ones your parents warned you about at a young age.

His lips finally detached themselves from my skin. My eyes slowly opened, hesitantly. A pained gasp shot out of me upon noticing the blood that coated his lips. A wicked grin appears on his cruel face. I watch as his tongue darts out, licking my blood off his lips, seemingly enjoying the texture and flavour. Is he a vampire? With the appearance of a dark prince and appetite for blood, I wouldn't put it past him.

His hand reached for my cheek. Instinctively, I flinched back. His dark brows furrowed at that and a displeased frown took over. Silas came closer, extending his hand to my cheek as his thumb swiped around a fallen tear. His fanatical eyes glanced at it as if he's never seen a teardrop in his life.

"Do me a favour." The calmness of his tone didn't help settle down my nerves. He moved his attention from his hand to my shaking Silhouette. "Cry." He wasn't asking me. He was demanding that of me.

Don't tell me he's one of those creeps who get off on crying school girls. Once again, I wouldn't put it past him.

"If the next words that come out of those pretty lips is help me, or a scream. I'm gonna bash that boy's head in." A dangerous threat he has no problem going through with.

It didn't take me long to figure out he's referring to Cameron.

His hand slowly pulled away from my face, allowing me to breathe normally again.

My voice is breathy and shaky when I speak, "What do you want from me?" There's a tremble in my voice. He knows I'm terrified of him. He feeds off my fear and uses it as a complex to feed whatever demon he has hiding inside of him.

He's unhinged in every worst way possible. The way he looks at me isn't like any other human being on this planet. I knew he was unstable the moment I first met him, but i never knew he was this fucked up in the head.