My Demons (Book 1)

Chapter 21: Can't Break Me

Picture of Tyler before he became a guardian
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Alex's p.o v

I felt myself falling again. Suddenly, I stopped in a cloud of thick, white mist. At first I thought I had just entered heaven, but then I remembered that it doesn't exist. Only humans, demons, werewolves...I'm not sure about vampires actually inhabit Earth and well, here in hell.

I heard Lucy growl in my head. What are you doing here?! Trying to help you idiot! I can smell him. No. I mean how are you here? I have an ability to read people's mind Alex, but I worked out how to take it to the next level. I don't need your help! Phil's standing next to me. He's the one who was screaming at you. Me and Damon tried, however you wouldn't respond. But as soon as Phil does...I'M NOT GAY! I mentally yelled at her. No one can take the hint around here.

"Don't worry Phil I know we're not gay." I heard a deep, thick voice say behind me. Slowly, I turned around to see a man, who was the same height as me, with red hair and grey eyes. They didn't match and looked weird. The subtle on his face made him older much than I knew he was. He looked like a crazy madman who had run away from a mental hospital. You can take him on Alex! Seriously? No Damon wanted me to say that. Oh wow is that meant to make me feel better?!

"It's ok Alex, they all know that when you wake up from this nightmare it'll be my eyes that they'll see, not yours but mine!" He sneered, obviously feeling extra cocky today. He paced around me in a circle. I knew exactly what he was doing with the whole predator prey thing. He wanted me to feel vulnerable, but what he doesn't know is that this is my mind not his.

"You've got a lot of nerve doing this Tyler. Do you have any idea who your messing with?"

"Plenty. I'm dealing with a spineless, unwanted mistake!" My face grew red and hot. I clenched my fists. My blood boiled at his insult. Now dare he! I started to breathe heavily, the anger bubbling up inside of me. A glint of fear was visible in his eyes briefly. He soon recovered and let out an nefarious cackle. This only ignited my desire to kill him.

Lunging forward, I clasped onto his throat tightly. He only smiled in response. Bringing my fist to his face, I watched as no bruises or blood appeared. I stepped back and looked at him in disbelief.

"What the hell? How have you not got any face damage?" He burst out laughing.

"Face damage? Are you still six Alex?" That was when I really lost it. The calming mist turned into black fog. Roars of thunder echoed around us. Flashes of lightning enveloped us. That was the moment when Tyler fully showed his fear. I felt it. It was like a drug to me. I wanted more of it. I needed more of it. It was the most addicting feeling I had ever experienced. Inhaling slowly, I let the feeling take over both my mind and body.

Blood started dripping down the walls. We were now in a dark, vacant, dank room. Shadows crawled around the discoloured walls. I heard voices whisper in my ear, but I ignored them. My emotions weren't going to get the better of me. I was going to make sure of that.

I looked down to see nothing but black fog. This whole place screamed horror movie. The shadows encircled us, their long fingers brushing past my ankles, making me on edge. I glanced up at Tyler and saw that he was the same. He was tense and ready to attack.

Maybe even he didn't know my mind as well as he thought. An evil smile crept onto my face. How it's time to have some fun? My thoughts were stopped by Tyler whispering something under his breath. In an instance, I was strapped down in a chair, looking at a blank screen. Unaware of what just happened, I watched Tyler walk over to me, thinking he had won.

I wriggle and fought against my restraints. This only caused him to frown. He sauntered behind me and forced my head to face the screen. The shadows faded as the room turned transformed into a cinema. I watched as the screen came to life to reveal me and Phil. No.