Beautiful Fuck Ups

Truth Be Told - Enoch & Quiet

Quiet's POV

    The bus ride was uneventful, and I had no clue where I was going or when we were getting there but the boy sitting beside me was now fully aware of me. The lust was rolling off him in waves. "You come to Cyprus often? You're not really dressed for the weather." He said looking down at my white sweater, ripped jeans and purple converse. I realized he was wearing a parka, beanie and snow boots. "Shit," I whispered. So much for blending in. "I have an extra sweater if you want it but you'll look like you're drowning, I know how girls like wearing big sweaters," he winks and I raise an eyebrow at him in question.

     Trying to remember exactly how humans begin courting each other, because I feel as if I'm missing something. "Oh!" I suddenly exclaim. "Are you trying to hit on me?"

    Hid cheeks redden and he straightens in his seat as he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. "I was- umh- yeah. Usually girls aren't that straight forward about that stuff umh... yeah." He quickly finishes before putting his earbuds and turning back towards the window. I smirk to myself.

Learning how to get rid of fuckboy's 101 with yours truly. Call them out on their bullshit.

    I lean back in my seat and drift off.

"Dad?" I yell. My tiny voice ends up coming out as a whimper. "Daddy! I'm scared!" No one comes and I feel myself starting to glow, and my eyes are burning. The transition is happening and my skin feels as if it's lava slowly crawling over my bones and melting me from the inside out.

I'm only four years old and the transition has started, it's earlier than we all thought it would be and no one's home to get me through it. I could die.

Reality crashes down as I fully become aware that my last few moments could be spent sitting in a cage and drowning in agony. I can feel the bones in my back realigning then the snapping sounds begin.

CRACK! CRACK! In my anguish I start hallucinating and my mother comes out of the shadows cackling like a mad woman. "You should see your wings baby, they're black like death. Just like mine. Oh, hun, we're going to do marvelous things together." I started chanting in my head that it wasn't real, none of it was real. My mother was dead and never coming back, she'd been killed. For good reason.

It felt like hours passed before the hallucination died down and I was still trying to fight what my body needed.

I just let go.

    When I woke up, I was covered in sweat and tears were pouring down my cheeks. Stupid, I chastised myself while wiping away the tears angrily.

    I could see the boy beside me staring at me as if I was an alien and I grinned to myself humorously, I guess I kind of was. "Umh, are you alright? Do I need to ask the bus driver to stop?" He asks. I just stare at him blankly. Do I want off? No, that would draw too much attention to myself, it's hard enough as it is to keep people away from me since they're naturally drawn to me already. Also, my hair is dark purple and my eyes are an unnatural shade of gold. Needless to say I get more attention than I bargained for.

    "I'm fine, but thanks, if it bothers you that much you can leave." I say as I grab my phone and switch the song.

    He turns away muttering under his breath but I catch one distinct word.

    I turn my head towards him so fast that I get a crick in my neck. "Wanna repeat that, asshole?"

     He looks me over from head to toe, assessing to see if I'm a threat. He obviously stares at me too long because his eyes soon cloud over with lust again. "No. I'm good." He whispers.

    Yeah, bitch, that's what I thought.

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Enoch's POV

     I looked at my burned and bloody hands, grinning. The prick had deserved it.

     After taking the soul from Lucifer, he explained that this soul was extremely important and could be used for world changing things. The snake tried to schmooze me into letting him have the soul and I needed to act as if I had no clue what the fuck he was talking about.

     I was death and the man thought I didn't have a clue what was going on in my own realm. What an imbecile.

     After he'd finished talking I glared at him but stood up to await the arrival of the soul. I'd been informed recently by one of the younger souls I was transferring that I was mean and no one wanted to be around a guy that was mean.

    I was trying to turn over a new leaf. Lucifer was trying me.

    The devil left shortly after but I saw him nod his head at someone outside the door, and knowing that slimy bastards' tricks I shifted into my demon and waited for it. Just as expected five of his men barrelled into the room. We all stopped and glanced at each other for a few seconds before chaos ensued. A demon and a vampire split around me tried to attack me from my peripheral as another demon with a gash on his cheek attacked from the front.

     I smirked at him as I dodged all his blows before reaching around myself to grab the paper weight off the desk and flinging it at him, taking the one on my right out as well. The snake weight embedded itself right between gash's eyes. Turning to the guy on my left I watched him as he assessed the situation and wincing as he saw his buddy on the ground. He slowly backed away from me glaring the entire time.

     Giving him one last lethal smirk I drove my fist into his nose, his blood burned my hand but I shook it off.

     Motherfucker! That was going to need to be bandaged.

    I looked up from my knuckles to the two last idiots guarding the door. "Come on now, don't let little ole me scare you, women don't appreciate pussies lads." They both gulped and I decided to ask Greyson to take care of them later.

     Storming out of the office I let my senses take over until I felt the energy of a saviour coming from one corner room, however, it was quickly depleting. His soul had been harvested.

     I kicked open the door ignoring how the wall collapsed around it too, but in the ruins I could feel the soul floating around, quickly raising my palm I gathered the remnants and shifted through the last few memories of his.

     A man, much bigger than him was dragging him by the sleeve to a secluded area of the train station platform at knife point, but that wasn't what this man was scared of, no, he was thinking about a girl who looked about be about 16, and in his mind, he was trying to connect with her. He said some things to her that were abrupt and unimportant before seeing her run off the platform and into the bus terminal. The busses next stop flashed across the top of the window.

     I let go of the spirit quickly and tried to shake myself out of my daze. The girl was beautiful, I knew, but something else was nagging the back of my mind before realization dawned that this was the same feeling I had a few mere hours ago. It was the mate pull. Good thing I knew where to go.

Cyprus. Cyprus, Alaska.

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    I'm updating a lot right now because I'm a tad tipsy from having wine at Thanksgiving dinner but I really wanted to post and I was excited.

    Did you notice how Enoch smoothly added Greyson in? Huh? Huh? .... No? Dammit!

    My chapters are going to be smooth for the next little bit but are going to get a bit dark.

    No idea when Harley is updating but stay tuned!

Happy thanksgiving Canadians,

Dreams and the Bitchatchoes

     Picture to the side is what I imagine Quiet to kind of look like but with golden eyes.