15. | The Darkness

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If I had blood pressure, I'm pretty sure it'd be sky high while sitting here in the driveway of Catalina's and Alistair's home. The banister of the porch white like a picket fence that describes the want for normality. The door had panels on it. Eight of them, actually. All framed with a molding in its tiny rectangles centered with a silver knocker. I may as well have counted the notches in the wood while I was at it, but I couldn't just sit here. This was urgency at its finest, and it was a quick way to get my ass handed to me as well. I knew Alistair well enough to know that I ain't gonna come out of this thing without a few scratches.

    The door of the GTO opened and I stepped out onto the sidewalk. The door remained open as I moved up the walkway just for the door to open as I reached the bottom of the steps to meet the boards of the front porch.

    I plucked the half smoked cigarette from my lips as I stared up at Alistair. His angry glare aimed at me from the doorway. He was a fucking brick wall.

    "I know you don't want to see me, but-"
    "What did you do with her?" The accusation rang through my ears like a siren, but little did the brute know that it wasn't me. He didn't know the truth.

    "I didn't take her." I spoke plainly. My hand raising back up to my lips with the cigarette in tow. Pushing it back between my lips as I drag the smoke into my lungs desperately. Without a warning, the brute was in front of me grabbing me by the throat and slamming me into the porch with a hefty throw. Like I was a rag doll.

    The porch may as well have exploded around me. The wood boards splintering off and was thrown across the yard as I collapsed under the beams of the porch.

    "Son of a bitch!" I growled in pain and surprise. Gathering myself to my feet before a large hand was grabbing me by my throat and holding me up off of the ground. Air constricted and begged to get past the snake around my throat.

    "You are really starting to bug me." Alistair growled. His eyes were slit like snakes, the dark red veins within his irises were prominent and the anger that radiated from him could kill singularly.

Too bad this asshole's hand is gonna be the thing to do it.

    I grabbed at his wrist before my eyes bled into the red color. The brown in my eyes are overtaken by the bloody red and black rimming irises. A power radiated through me just enough to pry his hand from my throat. Pulling his thumb way back until it snapped. Rendering the brute into a gasp of shock and anger. I dropped to the dirt and floorboards, rubbing my throat in my hand.

    Alistair took one step back but returned forwards again after a nasty sound in his hand snapping back to normal. Black ooze seeping from his eyes and a tendril shot through the ground near me and grabbed me by my throat instead. Another shot out of the dirt and grabbed me by the wrist, right along with another one.

    He moved in slow steps toward me and held a hand out to his side as an object materialized in his hand. A sword that shimmered in black and purple light and smoke. Rounding his hand before the handle materialized to a solid state. He grabbed it and suddenly held the tip of the sharp sword at my throat.

    "You hurt her." his throat caught his words in a low rumbling noise. The sharp edge of the sword bit at my skin. A drop of blood sliding down my neck.

    I glared up at the man as he threatened me, but of course I didn't stutter under his strength.

    "Maybe I did, and I will apologize to her once she can face me again..." Without a moment to hesitate, Alistair's eyes darkened. His voice doubled and the tendrils tightened around my extremities.

    "You'll die for touching her!" That was his promise, but he didn't know the full truth did he?

    "I know where she is!" I grumbled behind the strangulation. My throat felt like it was going to cave into itself. "I need your help getting her back!"

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