They Call him Demon

Chapter 18 (M)

Trigger warning: r*pe

Damon's POV

I feel angry.

I want to hurt someone.

Or kill someone.

NO DAMON.

You promised you wouldn't do that anymore.

I don't care.

The voices in my head made me want to stick a knife through my brain.

Ever since the Blood Moon started, I've been getting involuntary flashbacks of that incident 10 years ago. I still can't quite grasp the details and I can only remember small fragments of what happened but I know there was a lot of blood and violence. My whole world was turned upside down when we lost an innocent victim that day. She was an angel and a blessing. She never did any wrong. Lily didn't deserve it. If anything, it should've been me. But instead, my dearest sister was robbed of her life.

I can't remember what I've been doing for the past few hours but my whole penthouse has been torn apart so it's probably safe to assume that I lost control again. I was in my wolf form and it seemed that my urge to go out and kill was displaced onto lamps, plates, my tv, and anything else that can break.

I want to get better. I've been trying to but everything irritates me and I just feel angry all the time and it's getting more difficult to contain it. The Blood Moon has temporarily made it worse. I got my pack members to chain my door shut from the outside so I wouldn't be able to leave during the Hunt. See, that's progress. I did it so that I wouldn't be able to hurt others. But I was going insane. Being stuck with the voices in my head was driving me up the walls.

I shifted back into my human form and sat on the sofa. My hands were shaking and my heartbeat was erratic.

My mind shifted to Casper. I wondered if he was still alive without my protection. He probably was but I wanted to see him at my feet begging for my help. When I was with him, I felt angry that I couldn't control him and I would take it out on him. The other omegas I had been with would do everything I said but they were too clingy and were probably just using me. I liked Casper's resistance but I didn't like his disrespect and disobedience. I wasn't worried though; I would break him eventually.

I concentrated and thought back to the flashbacks. What am I not remembering about that night? I felt myself getting frustrated so I took a few deep breaths to calm down.

Okay. I remember it was night. I was in bed. I couldn't fall asleep for some reason. I heard crashing. And then lots of screaming and shouting. I left my room. What next?

I couldn't remember what happened next. I grabbed the glass coffee table and slammed it down, shattering it into a million pieces.

Damon, calm yourself.

I took in a few more deep breaths and closed my eyes.

Okay. I also remember being outside. My parents were fighting against these grey wolves - Rogues. There was a lot of blood. There was a fire.

Lily. She was being dragged away. And then she was murdered. In our front yard. I can't remember how. Or why.

I opened my eyes to see that I was in my wolf form again. I was sweating and panting. I felt angry. I don't know how else I can describe how I felt. Just pure red anger.

The flashbacks were the same every time. These big menacing grey wolves breaking in, attacking our pack and killing my sister. They were Rogues. A small group of werewolves shunned by the rest of the kingdom for their inhumane practices. I hated them. They'll always be-