Devil's Snare

Chapter 1- Alzea Galanis.

"What began as a mission to keep her as his out of lust has morphed into a mission to save her and yearn for her love. He could set the world on fire to see her smile. He could light his body on fire if she wanted warmth on a cold winter night. For she is one object of his life, he will never forgo. He is not the hero of her life; he is a villain. Nevertheless, he is "HER" villain."

"He didn't realize he held so much love until he met her; she didnt realize she could love demons until she met him. She showed him monsters can love and he showed her monsters need love".

"You are a monster, you hear me? You are a monster. You killed him and now I have to bear the distasteful fruit of that karma", she pushed at his chest. But he didn't move, he stood rooted in his spot like he had grown roots out of his feet. He chuckled, but it was humorless chuckle, a chuckle born out of evil. "Looks like last time's lesson taught you nothing", he breathed in. "Monster you say, I am no monster than the next person darling. You should've been warned little girl, that all monsters wear human masks, they don't hide under your bed like you read in your books. They walk with you and talk to you going undetected", he smirked, his eyes were dark, like gunmetal with no emotions in them as if he didn't have a soul to hold on to.

He dragged her to the basement, it smelt like fresh blood, human flesh, and death. The walls had blood smeared on them as if it was canvas and death, was their muse. He pushed her in hovering over her, "Don't call a monster by its name Petard, he will pull your heartstrings and show it to you before crushing it underneath its hands turning it to dust. Oh! and one more thing darling, you should be more afraid of the monsters in my head darling, for they are very bad things", he grabbed a vat of liquid dumping it on her. Before she realized what was happening, scarlett liquid started dripping down her body making her chill to the bone, and a deafening scream followed piercing the silence of the iron walls.

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They say airports have seen more sincere kisses than wedding halls, and hospitals have seen more tears than a church or a mausoleum. To her, train stations and airports felt like a place to study human emotions. Looking around, a young girl thought, "How many of these people are excited as I am to venture on a new journey? How many of these people are in pain, the pain of lost loved ones, the pain of unsaid words, and how many of these people are genuinely happy that they are going to a new destination? As she took each step onto the walkway to her flight, her heart stirred in mixed emotions. Her palms were sweaty due to the thoughts of her life in a new country, but with an open mind and spirit, she entered into the flight on a new journey unknowing that it would land her in a devil's trap. 

In the hustle and bustle of New York's airport landed a young girl from an entirely different world to a world that was not; the minute she landed, she felt happiness surging through her veins. Since she was a kid, she had always dreamt of moving to the states, just like many other young adults. New York was her favorite; after she was done with the immigration, she got out of the airport and inhaled NYC's first breath of air; this moment will be forever etched in her mind. This is it, she thought to herself; she cannot go back; whatever troubles she will face will be her own.

She hailed a taxi and headed to her room; she was lost in thought, looking at the beautiful city, then she remembered her loving parents' words, "be careful sweety, remember, we are always here for you and will always be," her eyes were already filled with tears remembering her family back home. She is very close to her parents and brother; they love her so much. She missed them already.

She took a taxi and reached her apartment; her roommates were sweet and welcomed her with open arms. "Hi, this is Alzea Galanis, the one that responded to your Facebook ad" she introduced herself to her soon-to-be roommate, who opened the door for her. Her roommate was stunned as she was not expecting to see an Indian girl at the door. "I never met an Indian with a Greek-sounding name," said her roommate and moved to give space for Alzea to enter. "Yeah. I get that a lot; my mom is Indian, and my dad is from Greece, hence the first and last name, but trust me, I am Indian".

Alzea is your typical girl, 5'4, olive skin, dark and super long hair, beautiful eyes, and the feel of a girl next door, a smile that's innocent that anybody could take a liking to her. To put it into words, she has a mind of a devil and the body of an angel, yet she is very relatable to everyone in the real world. Her mixed-race features shined through her; anyone would agree that this woman is beautiful inside and out.

She settled down, arranging her stuff neatly into her room. The room was small, but it was comfortable for New York Standards. She chitchatted with her roommates, who offered food; after gulping her food down, she started looking for part-time work so that she wouldn't be a burden to her parents; after all, New York City is expensive. As determined and intelligent as she was, finding a job in a new country was extremely hard; she needed connections and someone to show her the ropes. Since her parents had already taken care of her tuition, she only needed to worry about supporting herself.

She applied to a few places and was satisfied. So, she closed her laptop and went to bed, dreaming of her new life in this new country. Little did she know that the journey to this unique country would not be easy and would turn her life upside down.

The next day she woke up with a fresh mind and opened her laptop to check her emails. Her roommate walked over to her, holding a cup of coffee. "What are you doing so early?", Alzea looked from her laptop and sighed, asking, "how hard is it to find a job here?" her roommate chuckled "honey. This is NYC; you can find anything you are looking for here, ranging from drugs, mafia to sex, and jobs, all you must do is choose your pick", besides you've been only here for a day, what's the rush?", Alzea laughed hard, "Mafia sounds interesting, wish I could come across those," her roommate looked at her, smiled and said, "be careful what you wish for" sipping her coffee.

"Oh, please. Mafias aren't real" her roommate eyed her lifted her eyebrow, and asked, looking at her laptop wallpaper, "Hence, you believe in vampires and werewolves but not mafias? what is more believable, a 1000-year-old immortal with magical powers or a 30-year-old human?".

Alzea chuckled, looking at her friendly roommate, saying, "that's a topic for another day." Are there any churches close by?" She inquired. Her roommate laughed hard, "A Christian who believes in witches and vampires, sure that sounds very Christian," Alzea was taken aback, "what? Never seen a Christian who watched vampire and witch shows. I believe in God, but that doesn't mean I don't acknowledge the supernatural; both stay separate in my mind" "Sure, whatever you say," her roommate chuckled. They both had a quiet morning sharing their life stories and details about their respective families. She called her parents and informed them that she was settled well to ease her worrywart of a mother's heart.

Her roommate took her to show the city around; Alzea was in awe, looking at her dream city; she kept checking her phone every minute, hoping to hear back from the jobs she applied to. Out of all the positions she used, she loved the one that listed babysitting, she loved kids, and she has four cousins; she helped raise them all since she is the oldest. God seemed to have heard her prayer; she got a call from a lady who needed a babysitter for a boy who is mentally challenged, four, but has an emotional capacity of a 2-year-old. Alzea felt terrible for the kid; she immediately accepted the job. The job pays well, covering her expenses and enough to save for her tuition.

The next day she woke up early, excited to do her first job. The kid she was going to babysit was an adorable baby, the kid was very hesitant initially, but as the day passed, he was comfortable enough to stay around her without his mommy. Soon the clock stuck at five, and she left, bidding goodbye to the adorable baby; by the time she was home, the girl got tired, and food brought her even closer to sleep; she fell asleep the minute her head hit her pillow.

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