The Blue Romance #1 Blueberry Smoke

Desire

''I'll ask you a second time, do you have any way to contact him? How do you usually get him to appear to you?'' The man in white asked me over and over again, over and over again, until his white face had turned red from anger. As my wound was healing, I was brought to hangout in some old abandoned house. It was located in some sort of hidden forest, the windows were covered in black paint, and the inside was old and very run down. The brown wooden floors had been torn up, and cut open, tearing apart and splitting at the ends. I was forced to sit down in one of the uncomfortable chairs, as the demon from before, acted on healing my recent wound. I was interrogated over and over again, from the man in white, his angry purple eyes, staring at me as seconds passed, that I refused to tell him anything. I didn't know anything, so I wasn't completely lying to him. My wounds were getting bandaged up, when he came down to my eye level, seeing as I was forced to stay put in the chair, and he could stand. He was much taller than I was, so even if I was standing, I wouldn't be that much taller to seem intimidating.

''I never have to contact him, he always come to me...'' I whispered. "You're wasting your time.... I don't know anything, he never told me anything...'' I whispered. I pulled back in the comfortable seat, as the man's expression studied me closely. His deep dark purple eyes, scolded, then softened, once he ran his hand through a large chuck of his brown hair. The resembled demon behind me, moved away from me once my wound was bandaged, and moved along, to the front of the small cabin, as to stand right next to his friend. The two made contact before breaking apart, I could tell the white angel man wasn't happy with him, nor was he happy with me. Which was so confusing to me, seeing as I barely had any knowledge of what the hell was happening. I barely knew what Isis was, or why the two of them had pushed him from me like that, or why the man in white called me his daughter. I had so many questions storming through my mind, I could barely even think to remind myself to blink or breath. I was cold, and chilled to my very bones, when I felt the sliding of the frozen makeup, that stained my arms, and the demon seemed to notice this, and turn to stare at me. I stared back, not wanting to drop my guard on him, seeing as he wasn't going to be trusted, for the man was a demon, the other, an angel. The two could've been just like Isis. Trying to fool me? Just not romantically.

''Are you cold?'' He asked me.

I remained quiet, my eyes still tracking him as he moved across the room. The man in white turned to see what he was doing, until he suddenly chose to ignore him, and come back towards me. He approached me slowly, kneeling down onto one of his knees, so our eyes were at the right level again, and drew a soft breath before specking. His breath was warm, and sweet as it brushed against my cheeks. Mixing with a sweet scent of winter pumpkin, as it brushed softly down my cheeks. The cool temperatures of my cyan lips froze my tongue, as I licked some of the random winter blue lip gloss, I'd applied to try to cover it up, as the lip gloss came off. His eyes didn't even seem to be fazed after noticing my lips truly were blue, and not just because of the lip gloss I'd so foolishly tried to applied to hide.

''He didn't kiss you, did he?'' He asked me, in a rather soft, concerned tone, which was new for the man, seeing as my first impression of him was pure evil mixed with the white acting as a means to throw me off. A demon in disguise perhaps?

''It never got to that...'' I replied. ''Just touch.'' I whispered. ''But who would've cared, if I did kiss him?'' I said sharply.

''If you had, you'd be making our job much harder...'' He replied.

''Your job? And what job is that?'' I questioned.

''We're here to protect you from that Phantom...'' The man hissed, his eyes picking up with the tone of his annoyed expression, and moving across the room, where the word Phantom burned into my mind.