Damon

Chapter 15

Damon's POV

I am in her room.

This dimension feels different than mine. The air feels stiffer and there is more gravitational weight here. The lighting is also brighter. I take a step towards her nightstand but wobble as I almost lose my balance. I have to get used to walking here.

I peer over at the mirror hanging on the wall next to the bed. I get a closer look and notice my facial features. I never really had a clear view of my face until now. I inspected the dark brown eyes and furrowed brows. My lips have a sculpted cupid's bow and enough plump to them to look kissable.

Damn, I'm hot.

I glance at the black rectangular object sitting on the nightstand. After watching Grace for a while, I come to learn that that is a phone and it has many purposes. I grab it and lift it up to where I can see it say "10:15." Judging by the light seeping out from her curtain, I can assume that means the morning. I am not used to sunlight. In my world, I usually choose it to be dark. That is where I am the most comfortable. My eyes dart to black-rimmed sunglasses that are sitting on Grace's dresser. I pick them up and put them on my face.

Walking down the stairs of her house, I notice her mom standing in the kitchen. Her eyes widen as she takes a step back. "Who are you?!" She frantically asks.

"Your daughter's worst nightmare." I reply with a smirk.

She starts screaming at me to get out and threatens to call the police but I can't help but find humor in her fear. I'm not going to hurt her. I have better things to do.

"Relax. I was just leaving." Giving her one last glance, I open the front door and walk out, welcoming the fresh breeze that hits my face.

I feel my breathing get heavier and liquid coming out of the pores on my human skin. Sweat, I believe it is. I now understand why people get so depressed. Having a body is annoying. I've been walking for so long and my legs feel like needles are sticking into them. I took for granted being able to teleport wherever I wanted.

My suffering has come to an end when I find myself in front of my destination.

This low life's house.

I latch onto the front door with my hand expecting it to be locked but to my surprise, it opened. What a stupid mistake. You never know the dangerous beings that can just walk into your home.

Hearing giggles come from the closest room from the right, I slowly make steps towards it. After opening the door, my eyes scan to the ugly bimbo on top of the curly-headed wimp.

"Who the fuck are you?!" Jacob yells while he pushes Jen behind him as if he would put himself in danger before her. This selfish prick would never put a woman's life over his. He's too much of a pussy. I can tell by the way his eyes dart to the window like he's planning to jump out if I do anything to them, leaving Jen to defend herself.

Just like I predicted, I barreled toward them and Jacob charged towards the window but I cut him off before he has the chance to escape.

Without hesitation, my clenched fist raises up to meet his cheekbone.

With a yelp, he almost falls over and cradles the side of his face. I use this time to then bring my knee up to slam against his nose. The crunching sound is like music to my ears. The bastard gets what he deserves.

Meanwhile, Jen is standing in the corner making a God-awful screeching yell. What is she? A fucking banshee? She never shuts up. I grab a fist full of her piss yellow hair and force her head to hit the wall behind her. The ugliest cry I have ever heard comes out of her thin lips. I instantly wrap my fingers around her neck and push her back into the wall.