Anathema *In editing*

Chapter Three

The flat that Harry was currently sitting in was a place that would have been recognised as a place for the wealthy. A place that screamed elegance and wealth all at once. Of course, Harry himself didn't own this house, it wasn't his name that was written on the lease. The previous owners of this house had suddenly moved out, well actually their bodies was up in the attic of this spacious house so all in all they hadn't really moved out.

With both of his legs stretched out in front of him, Harry took the time to remanence on the past few months. Of course, no matter how many times Harry tried to focus his mind on something else other than the young baby, his mind always managed to flash back to Daisy. Harry's hand occupied a wine glass that was filled to the brim with  red wine. The taste of it was rich and full of  bubbly  goodness-the brand of the wine was expensive co figure.

Harry looked dead by the way he was sluggishly laying across the arm chair that would remain his throughout the temporary stay in this house, the only way you would be able to determine whether or not that he was alive would be by the harsh twitch of his eye that he gave as he drank the liquid that was slightly hissing in the glass. A sigh of contentment left Harry's lips as he drank until the glass was once again empty, only to be refilled by the bottle that was wresting between Harry's legs. A quick thought erupted in Harry's unoccupied mind. He couldn't help but wonder if Daisy would like the taste of wine, would she savour the flavour or would she be like most of the human population and go for champagne rather than its cousin- the red and white wine.

"Stop thinking about her, you old twat." Harry urged himself, the little pep talk that he had just gave himself having a much larger effect on him than what he previously thought it would have, but as the saying goes, 'The best advice you will ever be given must be received by yourself.' So Harry  reluctantly allowed himself to listen to his inner voice.

"Kill tonight, kill, kill, kill." The  voice urged, the deep complexion of it striking Harry's passionate indulgent of ending someone's life. The colloquial colour of the growing flames reminded Harry of who he truly was. A barbaric killer without a heart, he shouldn't be acting like a love sick puppy when it came to humans. He should be killing. The flames that seemed to be licking the torn paper that Harry had thrown in began to silently chant to him that he is a man with no mercy.

'Kill to belong.' It whispered darkly.

"Alright." Harry agreed, his hand that held the wine glass retracted its limpness  to morph into a stiff, trained, arm before he hauled his arm forward and threw the glass into the fire, the flames screaming in delight.

With his car keys in his hand Harry climbed into his new car (that the previous owners to the house that Harry was now staying at owned) the car purred to life, it's headlights gleaming under the darkness of the night. With the taste of the alcohol beverage still fuzzing on Harry's tongue he decided he would go to a nightclub and have some fun there.

The noise of the music inside the club caused Harry's head to loud. The smell of stale perfume and body odour made Harry's eyes water. The disadvantages of being a demon was that his senses  seemed to be heightened, which could be seen as a blessing or a curse because Harry would never need to use glasses or contactlenses.

"Touch me one more time and you won't have any fingers left." Harry barked angrily as greedy, grabby sheds reached for his crouch and Tshit. Almost immediately the touching stopped and  Harry was able to worm himself out of the dance floor easily.

"Wine, red." Harry instructed in a firm, gruff voice, his eyes flickering across the bar area intently. A wine glass was placed in front of him seconds later and Harry lifted it up to his nose, inhaling the liquid. The smell was flat and held no frsgerence, this put Harry in a bad mood almost immediately. He liked his alcohol beverages to be expensive and not cheap, this drink was cheap but nonetheless Harry swallowed the vile liquid and grimaced at the smoky taste.

He refused to pay for the drink he had just endured.

"Come here alone?" He heard a voice ask, the question sounded nonchalant but Harry knew by the way the woman's eyes trailed down his figure that she was feeling more than nonchalant.

"Yeah you?" Harry asked back, his elbows leaning against the bar stool as he turned to face the woman.

"I came here with friends but they all ditched me." The woman gave a little shrug but the movement from her left eyelid revealed to Harry that she wasn't telling the truth. Like him, she came here alone but they both came here for very different purposes.

"Oh, they don't sound like very good friends then." Harry said, his mind telling to play along with her tactics.

"Not really but they're alright I suppose. Can I buy you a drink?" The blonde haired busty lady asked desperately, her attempt of being casual made Harry happy.

"Of course, surprise me."

A moment  later a fruity smelling beverage was placed in front of the pair, Harry glanced st it and back towards the woman who was staring st him in keeness. "Never had one before?" She asked curiously, while her hand reached for her own glass.

"No, what is it?"

"It's sex on the beach, it tastes like sex too." The woman purred, her hand moving towards Harry's knee in a subtle manner. Harry, who's stomach was churning with repulsion smiled at her and lifted the glass up, his tongue tingling at the fruity taste.

"You're right, it does." Harry noted, his tone seeming to be shocked when in reality he was deeply uninterested and if she thought that sex tasted like that then she was clearly dumb.

The hours in the night passed by painfully slowly, Harry was growing even more ruthless and determined to have at least one killing. Drink after drink, he and the still unnamed woman went through before she was drunk beyond relief. Harry, however, was till as sober as day. Alcohol had no effect on him but in order to successfully entice the woman he had to pretend to be drunk.

"Let's get out of here," Harry slurred slightly, his eyes twinkling with sickening delight. The woman, who no longer held any rational thought nodded eagerly at his demand. A smile of playfulness worming its way onto his lips as the pair retreated from the club.

"Let's go back to my flat, it's not too far from here." Harry said stiffly as the woman complained about them both being far to drunk to drive and they may end up getting killed in an accident even though that should have been the least of her concerns.

The woman, who still  held no identification with her, slowly and not at all seductively moved towards Harry as he shut the door to his temporary house.  Harry curled his finger, silently encouraging the woman to come towards him. "Tell me your name darlin." He whispered breathlessly into the woman's ear, her blonde hair tigglingharrys cheek.

"Jane foster." She whispered back in a moan as Harry's hand trailed down her neck.

"Well Jane foster, you have just made the biggest mistake of your life." Harry declared as his voice lost all trace of intoxication  and was now replaced with dark lust, his fingers tangling in her hair and yanking her head back so she made eye contact with him.

Never tell a demon your real name.
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-Selena x