There's a demon inside.

Chapter 7- Monster

I walked into the bedroom Ricky was in, and sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at him with a small smile on my face. He looked relaxed and peaceful, but that was all going to change.

His hair was pure black now, he looked like he'd had piercings all of his life, he looked good. He reminded me so much of Angelo in the smallest of ways, like his piercing blue eyes and his personality. Deep down I knew that making all of these connections was only going to make things worse.

But I couldn't help it. 

"Oh Angelo, I miss you." I whispered softly. The door swung open, and Ryan stood there with a dark look. "Angelo tried to kill you, he almost destroyed the entire balance between good and evil, and you miss him?"

I shot Ryan a glare and looked down at my hands. "Ricky reminds me of  him. They look so similar, when I first saw him I thought...I thought he was Angelo." 

"That's pure bullshit, he looks nothing like Angelo, and until you realise that you'll never appreciate him for who he truly is, he's nothing like Angelo. Just remember that." Ryan spat, walking out and slamming the door behind him. 

He was right, Ricky was nothing like Angelo. So why did I keep comparing him to Angelo? Maybe this was a sign, maybe Ricky was the reminder I needed. 

Because Ryan was right, Angelo had tried to kill me and I'd forgotten about it. 

(9 years ago)

I choked as he grabbed me by the throat and slammed me against the wall.  "A-Ange...Stop!" I managed to choke out, grabbing his hand. I didn't want to hurt him, he was so perfect to me. His eyes were completely black, he was snarling and panting. 

It was horrible seeing him like this. What happened to my kind hearted, soft and pure Angelo? I knew what had happened, I'd ruined him. Maybe this was my punishment, how...humiliating. I was supposed to be the worst and most feared demon of all, and here I was.

Being pinned down by one of the most insane creatures I'd ever seen. His hand tightened, black spots started to fill my vision before I reacted instinctively. I kicked him back. He flew backwards into the opposite wall, and I rubbed my throat as I caught my breath. 

"This isn't like you!" I yelled, slamming him into the floor as he charged after me. Angelo wouldn't talk, he would only snarl and growl. It was horrific. His powers were sending him insane, he was clearly losing control. 

He grabbed my hand and growled, setting fire to my arm. I yelled in pain as the flames consumed the sleeve of my jacket, then my shirt. Then my skin and muscles were eaten away by the hellfire he commanded. 

This had to stop. 

I grabbed his hand, ignoring the pain and ripped his hand away from me. It hurt seeing him like this, he looked like a monster. And that was coming from me. Justin, Spencer, Andy, Spencer and Ashley rushed in.

Each of the council members were dressed in their red and black suits (Ashley was wearing a dress) with a sword in their hand. Before I could say anything, Justin and Andy grabbed Angelo whilst Spencer and Ronnie wrapped his body in chains. 

"Let go of him!" Kuza and Ronnie quickly grabbed a snarling Angelo whilst the others held me back. When they had gone, Justin turned to face me. I didn't say anything, my rage was coursing through me like wildfire, and I shoved them all to the ground, kicking them as hard as I could. 

They took him. They took my Angelo! "Chris, he killed half of the population of hell! He needs to be detained, now stop this." I glared at them all as they left, wishing I didn't feel as powerless as I did. 

(Present)

"Ow...C-Chris?" 

I turned my head to see Ricky wide awake, his eyes their normal shade of blue. He was trying to sit up, but his arms were shaking and weak. "Ricky. You're awake. I need to teach you how to survive as a demon." 

"You said I'd get to experience life, but how?" I looked into his pain filled eyes. There was no doubt in my mind, he'd completed the transformation but he was clinging onto his past life. As a result it was causing him pain, and he felt numb. I could tell. 

"You only feel this way because you're still holding on to your past life." I explained, stroking a stray hair out of his face. His eyes closed as my hand stroked his face. I quickly stopped, mentally scalded myself before I sighed.  

His eyes opened, the look of hurt made me regret everything. If I hadn't been so weak then he wouldn't be in this pain, if I'd never met him then he'd live a normal life. "I've got to go." I said bluntly and left before he could say anything.

Ryan shot me a dark glance as I walked past whilst Vinny looked confused. I went into my room and sealed the door shut. I didn't want to talk to anybody, I didn't want to think about anything apart from my dearly departed lover.