How To Make A Demon

Torture

"No, absolutely not. I don't want you to see that." Alastor groaned, turning away from me.

"He threatened us, I need to see for myself. And then... I want you to end his suffering." I breathed, ashamed of myself for even considering such a request.

"Believe me, I will." He mumbled darkly. "But I can't allow you to see me like that."

"Things have changed. I'm not afraid, I need to see that side of you." I said softly. I walked around him until we faced each other again.

"You told me you wanted nothing to do with that part of me," he argued. "I'm trying to keep you safe."

"And you were foolish enough to get caught," I reminded him snippily. "It's not very safe when a guy turns up at my house wanting to kill me."

We glared at each other for a moment.

And then he sighed in defeat.

"Let's go, then." He muttered angrily.

The rain was starting to ease off. It wasn't hammering down anymore, it was like a misty drizzle. Still enough to soak you through in seconds, though. Alastor and I ran, making it to his house within a minute, but I still ended up drenched. When we were inside, I took off my cardigan and shivered.

"Here," he sighed, grabbing one of his own jackets from a coat hook and placing it around my shoulders. I smiled up at him weakly, hoping our fight was over.

Alastor's house was similar to mine. Small, basic and clean. In fact, his was always exceptionally clean. I'd often wondered why he chosen to stay here, in the house his mother had died in and left him. He was practically a celebrity, he could easily afford a much nicer place away from this sketchy neighbourhood.

"Are you sure about this? You can still change your mind." He offered hopefully, stroking my rain soaked hair away from my face.

"I'm sure." I promised him. "I need to see."

He led me silently towards the basement. I felt sick and my heart was in my throat but I followed him anyway. We paused as we got to the door.

"Don't do this," he begged, giving me one more chance to turn around. He held the door open for me.

I swallowed my fear and walked right past him, heading down the steps and into the darkness.

I wasn't prepared for what I walked into.

Sure enough, Jenkins was there, sitting on the floor with his back against the wall. There was a thick chain tied around his hands, which was also secured to the wall. His still damp body was bruised, battered and there was now a huge cut on his head, covered in blood. His eyes were closed and his breathing shallow as he leaned his broken self against the wall.

He heard my footsteps approaching softly, and opened his eyes in fear.

"Aurora," he whispered my name in surprise, his voice as broken as his body. "How did you know I was here? Never mind. You gotta get me out, now."

I froze in shock.

"What are you waiting for? Get me out of this place. I told you, he's a monster." Jenkins wailed.

Alastor started walking down the stairs, very slowly and deliberately, his shoes clacking loudly against the wooden steps. I watched the realisation dawn on Jenkins face, and his fear turned back to anger as he glared at me.

"You knew." He spat, bitter accusation in his voice.

Alastor came and stood beside me.

"Do not talk to her." He commanded the broken man. "You don't deserve to even breathe the same air as her. Not that you will be for much longer." He smiled pleasantly at his victim.

"Fuck you." Jenkins sneered at Alastor. "And fuck you too. I tried to help you." He turned his attention back to me, pure hatred in his eyes. I held his hard stare, refusing to look away.

"Do you really want to lie again?" Alastor laughed cruelly. "You would have killed her if I wasn't on your back."

"I should have done it." Jenkins hissed dryly, shuffling pathetically towards me. "I easily could have snapped your neck." He looked to me as he spoke, his lip curling up in disgust.

That was enough to break Alastor's calm demeanour. He walked over to the man and smacked him over the head with a force that knocked him to the floor.

I gasped, which made Alastor glance at me. He threw me an "I told you so" look before turning back to his victim.

Jenkins picked himself up, getting back into a seated position. He spat blood on the floor at Alastor's feet.

"Hmm. What shall we do with you now," Alastor mused thoughtfully. Playing with the man's feelings. I almost rolled my eyes- we all knew how this was going to end.

"Aurora." Jenkins whispered suddenly, forcing my attention back to him. "You're not bad, you're not like him. Save me, please."

"Were you really going to kill me earlier?" I asked quietly, finally speaking. As I spoke, I stepped over to take my place at Alastor's side, who glanced at me curiously with one eyebrow raised. He looked almost proud of me.

Jenkins' face dropped as he saw me standing by Alastor. He realised that I wasn't going to help him. He wouldn't die by my hand, but his life certainly wouldn't be saved by me. Perhaps that made me worse than the killer.

"I wish that I had." Jenkins snarled. "Evil bitch. Both of you deserve to rot in hell."

Alastor was close to loosing his temper, but didn't warrant his prisoner with an answer. Instead, he turned to me. "There you have it," he muttered. "I hope this has enlightened you."

"Thank you for showing me," I breathed, touching his arm to show him I wasn't afraid.

He smiled back at me and we held each others gaze for a moment.

Jenkins scoffed out a hard laugh. "The perfect couple. Disgusting." He spat.

"Please go home now. I don't want you to witness the next part." Alastor instructed me calmly, still refusing to acknowledge his victim.

Nodding slowly and my eyes on Jenkins, I decided he was right. I had seen everything I needed to.

I turned to Alastor and gave him one more request."Make it quick."

He touched my cheek. "I'll see you soon."

I started to turn around, making my way back towards the stairs.

"Wait, wait please!" Jenkins cried out to me, begging desperately one last time. "Go and get help! You can't leave me like this!"

"Don't fucking speak to her." Alastor hissed, his attention finally back on the man.

I heard another loud smack as I unsteadily walked up the stairs.

After what seemed like a lifetime, I was on the other side of the door and a weird sobbing noise was coming from my throat. I guess I wasn't as tough as I thought.

I ran as quickly as I could back to my house, eager to escape before I heard the sound of a man dying.