Little Witch || (Devil's Night fanficion)

[21] The Only Choice

(Clarification: if you feel like the story is jumping too fast, it's because the canon story fills in the rest. I'll still try my best to pinpoint where we are in the books but let me know if you don't get it.♡)

DAMON

I walked up the stairs, reaching for Winter's bedroom, as the wood creaked under me, I couldn't help but think about last night. Finally she let me have her, she gave into me like the desperate little slut I knew she was. I hated how she pretended to hate everything we had in the past, but now she wanted me, despite knowing it was me, she wanted me to fuck her. And with my surprise...I didn't feel anything at all, it wasn't like the first time we had sex. She's always been so different, felt so different from any other girl, but now...not anymore.

My initial plan was to fill her up, to claim her as mine forever, but Lily turned all of my plans upside down. That damn little girl, I couldn't believe I was being so weak. So weak I called her while being drunk, confessing my feelings for her like a teenager.

I couldn't admit it felt good though, letting everything out. She was guarded, she hung up without answering me and I could understand why, after all it was my fault. How could she trust me after going back and forth dozens of times?

I racked a hand through my hair as I breathed hard, I needed to focus on Winter for now.
I slammed her door open, and she was already trying to fight back. I didn't waste any time, and despite her begging I knew she wanted me.

"Lie down. On your back." I told her, and she shook her head, stubbornly.

"Winter. Lie down." I ordered again and I could see her grit her teeth.

I kissed her, reluctantly, at this point I just wanted to prove to her she actually had feelings for me, she actually wanted me. That's what was gonna satisfy me. She started to ramble angrily, about how I was sick, and how she hated how I made her feel, how she could never love me.

I was starting to get fucking mad, her words cutting me like daggers, stabbing at me and making me bleed.

"You were in love with me." I told her but she pushed me away, yelling that that guy wasn't the real me. It was all an act. But it wasn't, I only lied to her about my identity, but my feelings were way too real, and it pained me that she couldn't understand it.

"You shouldn't have killed her." Winter said, and I stilled, frozen, my breath cut short from my lungs because I immediately understood who she was talking about. My mother.

"She was the only one who was ever going to love you. She was the only one who wanted to touch you and take care of you and be around you!" She bit out, and I stepped back, feeling myself gasping for air as the memories of my mother came back to me, almost drowning me.

"St-stop...please..." I begged her but she didn't stop. They both didn't.

"Everyone else you have to hold prisoner! You have nothing and no one! No one can stand you!"
She yelled, breathing heavily, as a tear fell down her cheek. She repeated how much she hated me and I kept on begging to stop, but I wasn't sure who I was talking to. If she or my mother...

I hit the wall with my back and slid down onto the floor, breathing harshly, my throat so dry, it burned with every gasp I tried to make. I needed to think about anything else, any fucking thing. And there she appeared, like a daydream, in my mind. Like she did in my 3 years of prison. Her big brown eyes, mischievous and kind, her rebellious aura, but so warm and comforting.

After some minutes I calmed down, and the only thing that came to my mind was the story of how my father let me keep a puppy from one of his dogs, a female rottweiler, and how much I loved that little ball of fur. I went on telling her how that puppy had a problem with barking. He would bark at any small or big sound, and I couldn't make him stay quiet. I was only 7 years old, but when I found him hanging from the tree in the backyard, I understood the message my father was sending me. Next time I would have been the one to do the deed. I never asked for another dog, of course.