The Spirit's Demon

DESCRIPTION: When supernatural events start happening to 17-year-old Grace Hemmingway, three weeks before her eighteenth birthday, she initially convinces herself that the images aren't real. That the monsters in the darkness and the prophecy of her impending death were just figments of her strange imagination, but as more time goes by, and the visions worsen, Grace begins to fear she's gone insane.

Now with only two weeks until her birthday -the day of her prophesized death- Grace is forced to seek answers from the handsome drifter who seems to know more about her life than she does.

But can she learn to trust him before it's too late.

!!WARNING!!
THIS BOOK CONTAINS GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF BLOOD, GORE AND DEATH. IT ALSO FEATURES STRONG LANGUAGE, FRIGHTENING VISUAL DESCRIPTIONS AND OTHER MATURE THEMES.

VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED.

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"What were you thinking!!" Alec huffed, "You know how stupid and dangerous that was, they were going to kill you for the power you have!! Don't you understand that you are special! That greater things are at stake here!!"

I didn't answer, instead I just moved to the log. Curling up in one of the drier stops, I pulled my knees tightly to my chest in a pathetic attempt to retain some body heat. I was absolutely soaked from the fall; my clothes freezing me from the outside in.

"Here." Alec noticed my shivering and pulled his ripped hoodie over his head before offering it to me. "No." I shrank away.

"I'm not going to hurt you." He sighed in a defeated tone, the anger quickly leaving his body. I shook my head. Another sigh, "Look I know you're scared, trust me I know that was allot to process but I'm here to protect you... you're safe." Turning my head, I looked in any other direction but his.

How could I trust him?

I mean not only was I drugged because of him, but he can murder with ease. He could laugh at those he massacred with no guilt, and then stand here like nothing happened.

How could I trust someone like that??

"Stop this and take the hoodie." I was scolded.

Shut up.

"Take it."

It then demanded, forcing me to accept the offered item. The stomach of the hoodie was slashed through and there were some splatters of blood on it, but other than that it was warm to the touch, so it wasn't surprising when I put it on, and it relieved my chills.

Once I was no longer shivering, Alec sat down and began to wipe the black blood from his skin with handfuls of snow. "Won't you be cold?" I asked but was ignored, grumbling lowly snow melted off his skin with one touch.

Guess not.

I shrank back into silence, my eyes just watching as he cleaned himself as well as his wounds. "Shit!" Alec hissed as he went over a cut.

His face scrunched into a grimace but for some reason it was obvious that his wounds weren't the source of his pain. My thoughts were confirmed when he finally broke the silence with a soft voice.

"I'm sorry you had to see that," He admitted. "I didn't want you to ever see that side of me... I should've known something like this would happen, I mean the first time we came I had a gut feeling; I knew something bad was in there and I ignored it.... fuck! I didn't think you'd wake the guardians. If I did, I would've prevented it."

"You killed them."

"Grace they were just guardian entities... they were never alive to begin with so therefore they can never truly die. That human form they had was a farce, they'll come back soon." I stared hard, the look on my face not buying what he said.

"You saw it their blood was black, what living creature, human or not has black blood." He held up his hands for me to see. They were still covered in inky liquid. "And if I'd truly killed, how could they have disappeared?"

Biting my lip, I cursed myself for believing him. How could I not, especially when I saw it with my own eyes. "I'm not crazy... I know they were trying to hurt us, I know you did what you had to, I understand that." I cave while nervously picking at my jeans.

"So, what's your problem?"

"It's just that... nevermind."

"Tell me," Getting up he walked over to me. I heard his footsteps crunch in the snow until they stopped near me. He then sat down across from me with no regard for the wetness as he stared intently into my eyes.

"You just killed them with no thought... no hesitation. I had to watch you rip them apart, it was horrific, Alec." I confess, and he nods, sticking his hands into the snow again.

"It was us or them, I chose us."