She was the one that never had to say a word, a glance from her would make any one question if they would live to see tomorrow.
He was known for his deadly sins, his bloody hands that never seemed to get clean.
When one meets the other, galaxies c...
ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ 16 ˡᵒᶜᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ: ᵃᵖᵃʳᵗᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᵇᵘⁱˡᵈⁱⁿᵍ 300 ᵃᵗʰᵉⁿᵃ ʷʰⁱᵗᵉ... . . . He tasted like the spearmint gum he kept around his apartment. There was the smell of some of the alcohol he had drunk. God, he tasted fantastic.
The taste of his skin, the sound he would make. God, he was driving her insane.
She loved the feeling of his skin. She would hold onto him for the rest of her life if she had to. When his hands slide to her waist, pulling her closer to him. She felt like she might have stepped into heaven. This was perfect. She could do this for the rest of her life and not get tired. Kissing Matteo seemed to give her energy she didn't know she needed.
When her hand slipped into his hair, she almost groaned at the feeling of it. His hair was like one of those soft rugs you never want to stop touching. She tugged on the strands, punishing him for being so wonderful.
The sound of when she tore from his lips made her only want more. But her teeth when to his neck, biting and sucking on the skin underneath his ear.
He even tilted his head to give her more room to work. She wanted to mark him as her, although she should hate the idea. She couldn't stop herself from wanting just that. But those few seconds of heaven were gone before she could even reach them.
'If you bit down hard enough, you are over his carotid artery, you could kill him in seconds.' The little voice inside her head reminded her.
Stop. No, I'm not like that.
'Yes, you are. This is who you are. A monster. Just think about it. It would be painful, and if you bit hard enough there would be lots of blood.' The voice seemed to laugh at that. 'So much blood, it would be so fun.'
No, stop.
'You know you want to Athena. you love it when you do. You'll be happy you did it after.'
No, I don't want to.
'Athena, do it. Tear out the skin so that he bleeds. Bleeds so much that he dies. Do it Athena don't chicken out.'
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Athena was shaking. She didn't remember how she got back to Matteo's apartment. All she knew was that when she burst awake, she was shaking. She had ran into the bathroom. She had felt like she was going to throw up.
She didn't care about the raging headache. Or the uncomfortable clothing on her body.
All she could think about was that voice, her voice. How it was so demanding. How it was almost painful to ignore
She hated that side of her. She wasn't a monster. No, she was better than those people. She got rid of the monsters. Yes, she was a good guy.
'No you're not' The voice seemed to laugh.
She leaned against the bathroom door. Sliding to the floor, her hands went to her head.
Her hands were shaking, she kept shaking her head back and forth. She didn't want to do this. She thought she had more time before the cravings hit again.
God, she sounded like a vampire.
She slammed her head in the bathroom door over and over again. Trying to make it stop.
It wasn't helping with the headache, at all.
When the pounding of the want was over and all that was left was a throbbing head. Athena sighed, she didn't seem to have the energy to move from the spot on the bathroom floor.
She hated whatever this was. Whoever she was. She didn't want to be that person. She might want to rid the world of the bad. But what happens when she kills an innocent. What will happen then?
"What the fuck are you doing in there?" Matteo's voice came through the door.
She blinked, opening her eyes for the first time since she entered the bathroom. Her head leaning against the door. Her hands-on her knees. She felt like she got run over by a truck.
You're a mess, Athena. She told herself.
She stood to her feet as Matteo kept cursing her out through the door. She raised her middle finger to the wooden door. Suck a dick, asshole.
She was still in the dress from the Gala. And God it was uncomfortable.
When she finally figured out how to get out of the damn thing, she had found some shorts and a top from the small closet that Matteo let her put her crap in.
"I don't want to see a single thing you own. Or I might kill myself, and haunt you in the afterlife."
He was a bit overdramatic. He bitched and complained every time she left something out.
When she finally turned back to the door, she could still hear the asshole cursing her out. Still.
"...and I don't know your issue but if you are going to wake me up at fucking 3 in the morning. Fucking make breakfast. You just eat all my fucking food. And then drink my liquor. Like what the fuck, you drink like a fish."
She really didn't have the energy to punch him in the face. But by some miracle, he was standing too close to the door. So when she slammed it open, it slammed into his face.
"Ow!" He grabbed his face, blood already dripping from his nose. He glared at her, as she smirked from the entryway. "Bitch."
She only shrugged him off and went back to the couch.
"You better have not left your shit all over in there!" Matteo called as she walked away.
How badly she wanted to punch him in the nuts. It was an unhealthy amount.
