Incubus (Not Finishing)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

            I slammed the door shut behind me as I collapsed to my knees. I rested my head on the floor in front of me, savoring the feel of the cool linoleum, as I clutched my stomach begging the burning hunger to go back. I took in sharp, short gasps of air, until I felt my claws retracting and my teeth going back to normal. With a sigh of relief I stood up.

“Where were you?” A masculine voice said behind me. On instinct I spun around and dropped to a crouch, a low growl escaping my lips.

“Hey, calm down, I’m not going to hurt you.” The voice said. I glared up at said voice and was startled, once again, by his beauty. He had hair as black as ebony that hung to just passed his chin, and side swept into his eyes. He was taller than Jax, probably about 6’2 and well built. He had perfect lips with a lip ring on the left side. He could have been a male model, if it weren’t for his eyes, He had one eye that was red, and one that was black. When I asked him why, he told me that the black eye signified his devotion to the devil, and that the red was from drinking human blood for so long, and that soon mine would be the same.

“Jesus Christ, Hexen!” I said angrily, what was up with guys scaring me today? Hexen just chuckled as he left the room. My stomach growled loudly and determination set into my face. I was going to eat, even if it killed me.

I yanked open the fridge and scanned its contents. I grabbed a banana and peeled it before taking a bite.

“Eugh!” I exclaimed spitting it out, just like the sandwich it tasted like sand. I repeated this process several times with different foods. Chicken, bite, gag, throw away. Cheese, bite, gag, throw away. Bread, bite, gag, throw away. After emptying the fridge of most of its content I heard the clearing of a throat behind me.

“Holy Hell!” I yelped, jumping three feet in the air.

“Technically, Hell’s not holy.” Hexen informed me, stepping into the kitchen. “And you know, eating more is not going to make the food taste any better.”

“But I’m hungry.” I said irritably.

 Hexen looked at me for a moment before saying, “Come on.” and heading towards the door.

“Wait! Where are we going?” I asked curiously as I followed him out the door.

“You said you were hungry right?”   

“Well, yeah.” I said hesitantly.

“Then let’s eat.” I frowned at his lack of explanation. Hexen led me throughout the city weaving in and out of dark alleys, busy streets, and parking lots. Until finally stopping at the entrance of another secluded alley. “Wait.” He said holding his hand up. My brow furrowed in confusion as he bent down and put his hand on my thigh.

“Hexen, What are yo-”

 Riiip! I was cut off by the sound of my jeans ripping.

“Hexen!” I gasped.

“Relax, I’ll buy you new ones.” He said as he ripped the other one, before straightening and ripping the bottom half of my tank top off so that it came to just above my belly button. “I’ll replace that to.” He smirked as he inspected his handy work.

“Damn it, Hexen.” I muttered looking down at my now, extremely exposed body.

“Alright, so it’s ok if you kill this one because it’s your first,” Hexen started, I just gave him a blank look, “But try not to ok? It’s way harder to hide the bodies nowadays.

"Um, what?” I asked confused.

“Though, I suppose we could just smash his head in. That way it’d look just look like another drunken accident…” Hexen trailed off, completely ignoring me.