Sin & Salvation

Chapter 27

I walk down the stairs, hearing the sounds of a woman moaning getting louder and louder.

"Yes, just like that, don't stop," the woman purrs, clearly liking what someone is doing.

I know I probably shouldn't snoop, but I can't help it. Rounding the corner, I find Emma lying on her back with her legs wrapped around the waist of a man as he pounds into her.

Her nails scratch up his back, leaving welted red lines in their wake. The man, whose back is fully to me and covered in shadows, is clearly enjoying the pain, groaning as she digs her nails in again.

This time, she digs so deep, her nails rip into his skin, slicing his back open in seconds like a hot knife through butter. I'm prepared for blood to start pouring out, but it doesn't. Instead, she uses both hands to tear through him, revealing a black, silky material underneath his skin.

Almost instinctively, I get closer, needing to know who it is that's fucking her. Is it Brett?

He continues to pump in and out of her, no mercy behind his rhythm. I get close enough to see Emma's face now which I realize looks gaunt, like life is being sucked out of her with every stroke of himself inside her.

Seeing her die before my very eyes, I grab the shredded shoulder of the man, desperate to get him to stop. He eerily turns his face towards mine.

Silas.

Something in me breaks seeing him fuck someone else and I back up, both hands covering my mouth. Looking back at Emma, I realize she's not moaning anymore, she's crying, desperate to reveal the creature living underneath his skin. Her hands work furiously, ripping and tearing at his skin, throwing it to the ground.

Finally, she manages to get all of it off, revealing a black cloak which has now come over Silas' head, shrouding him in darkness. She now looks almost skeletal, a last attempt to show me what Silas really is as she takes her last breath and he pulls out.

He turns to me, his face still his own, but a sinister grin spreading almost unnaturally up to his eyes which are completely black and wide open. I step back, tripping on something and falling on my ass as he gets closer. His hands have turned into sharp claws that he brings to his face, slowly tearing it off like a second skin.

I begin screaming as he pulls it off, showing his true self and I swear I see blonde hair peeking out underneath, almost like...

I shoot up out of bed, thankfully not screaming so I don't wake up Payton next to me. My lungs feel like they can't fill with air, so I grab my phone and walk clumsily out of the room to the balcony outside. We finished off two bottles of wine by the time we finished the movie and I'm definitely still feeling it two hours later.

The minute the night air hits me, the smell reminds me of what happened a few hours ago at the party and my lungs completely seize up. My throat gets unbelievably tight and I begin rubbing it, trying to will it to loosen up and allow me to take a breath.

Pure panic fills my veins when I realize I could die right now. If I don't breathe, I will die, I'm sure of it.

I manage to relax my throat slightly, gasping to get even a little bit of air. I've had panic attacks like this before, but I usually can calm myself down or talk to Brett if he's there.

But right now, I can't seem to help myself and I obviously can't call Brett.

Payton just fell asleep not long ago and I feel bad worrying her and waking her up, so I look down at my phone, not sure if I should wake my Mom up or literally call 911. As I scroll through my messages still gasping for air, I see the unknown number from earlier that belongs to Silas.