Night Demons 2024 Version

05. Riorson

My car sat parked at the cliff's edge. It was a looking place for couples to make out and have sex but in the dead of winter it was rare to have anyone out here this late. I lay sprawled on the hood of the car, using the windshield as a backrest as my eyes danced over the fire before me. Ghost and I had been feeling destructive; we needed a release of some sorts, both sextually and mentally. I guess that's why there was a woman no older than twenty strung up against the burning tree.

I watched as the fire licked over her skin, charring the flesh Ghost and I ravaged moments ago. She was a virgin, the best tasting kind, before she succumbed to the seduction. I wonder who it was she was saving herself for or why she had made it to the makeout spot of the century?

I sighed, looking away and up at the stars. I wasn't planning on doing it, but Ghost was getting uncontrollable. Our darkness was getting uncontrollable. She was sitting up here, reading on the top of the hood of her car and when she looked up to greet us, we snapped. She looked so much like Harlow and we couldn't hold ourselves back any longer.

What is she to us? Why do we keep feeling more and more of a pull to her? We've never shared our body at the same time, yet we've done it twice in one day each time with Harlow kissing us. Ghost's voice was just as broken as I felt.

"I don't know." My voice cracked moments before I slammed my hand down on the hood of the car. "The fuck is wrong with us, Ghost? We becoming soft? For her?"

Feels a lot like it. He growled without conviction.

I slide from the hood, walking toward the cliff. There was a storm in my head and I wanted a moment of silence, something to calm the storm that raged. Not even the sex had helped, hell the only thing I knew that would, would be someone who wanted to kill me.

We could jump. Ghost's voice wasn't as strong as it should have been and I contemplated his thoughts right along with him.

"We could."

The wind picked up around us and I took in a deep needed breath. The winter nipped at the tip of my nose reminding me how cold it was out here and that neither Ghost or I cared about the fact that we didn't bring anything to keep warm. We were numb. Numb to the cold and numb to our feelings that were trying to force us into thoughts that wouldn't normally accrue in our shared headspace.

I wish mom were here. She would know what to do.

I sank to my knees, fisting the hard dirt beneath. Fuck, it would be nice if she were around. She'd wrap us up in one of those bear hugs she had and would tell us everything was okay. She would tell us everything we needed to hear and then some.

It's his fault we don't have her. Ghost was just as bitter as I was when it came to the blaring truth about our mother and her demise. Hell, we were there that night, we saw everything happen right before our eyes as our father killed her.

I moved my face toward the heat of the fire, breathing in deep before letting the fire dance in my eyes. "We should have killed him like he killed her. No, we should have killed him before he had the chance to so much as touch her."

The gun's in the car. Ghost was feeling vengeful, and if I was being honest so was I. Maybe that's why I stood, walking toward the car and yanking the door open. Crouching and reaching under the seat, I pulled the gun free and for a brief moment the thought crossed my mind of using it right here and now, but Ghost was fueling a plan we should have put into action months ago.

I slipped into the driver's seat, gently tossing the gun into the passenger seat before shooting off a text to one of the demons under my reign. This girl needed to disappear and while I was usually the one to do that, Ghost was fighting for more destruction. One that wouldn't end our need for Harlow, but a need for something much more dark.