Satan's Assassin

:Chapter 22:

:Isabella:

I sat on my black canopy bed. The Black lace could close and open. The S.W.A.T. team member just led me in here. "I'll be stationed outside, just holler my name if someone comes." He said. I looked down at his nametag. Kyrin. He's a werewolf which makes it better to.

Kyrin turned around clutching his AK and walked out closing the door. The minute he did Satan appeared right next to me on my bed. I looked at him lazily. I think guys were trying to kill me with murder or sexiness.

He was laying in my bed shirtless. His brown-black hair was ruffled slightly with that I rolled out of bed look. He had on a pair of black jeans hanging dangerously low. Making it better he was shirtless. He had a tan but still white color skin. His brown-blue eyes gazed into mine.

"You have a comfy bed." Satan said with a smirk. "Perfect for doing things on." Satan teased. Yeah forgot to mention Satan is a huge flirt. I pushed Satan off my bed. Satan pulled himself up and glared at me. "That wasn't nice." Satan complained.

I looked at Satan with a smirk. "Who ever said I was nice." Satan smiled at me as he stood up. "Now there's the vicious, cunning, manipulative Isabella I know and love." Satan said. Satan started walking around the room examining my stuff.

He stopped in front of dresser. "Look at my panties and I'll kill you." I said picking up my sketchbook and art kit. I opened it up and grabbed my eraser and pencil designed for drawing. I went to the middle since the rest was filled and started sketching.

Satan picked up a picture. I looked at it. A 7 year-old me stood there next to my 9 year old brothers. They both had an arm slung around me and smiling at the camera. They had braces at that time. I smiled at those times. Mom was training us for hunting.

"You looked so cute and innocent." Satan said. "Are you implying I don't now." I said shocked. "Your far from innocent darling you sold your soul to me, and your smoking hot." Satan said. Satan put the picture down and walked away. I was staring at his tattooed chest. His whole torso was tattooed in interesting things.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." Satan said. My face turned bright red. Satan playfully winked. "Is that hellhound coming back?" I asked. Satan froze. "I don't know, it didn't hurt you but it may be different next time." Satan said.

Satan grabbed my art supplies and put it on the floor. I glared at him. He grabbed pumpkin scented candles and put them out. Halloween was in a few days. Satan turned the lights off then lit the candles with his flames. The flames were either red like fire hydrant red or blue.

Satan sat on my couch in the corner. "Go to sleep, I'll be here all night." Satan said in a enchanting voice. I laid down and pulled the black white silk covers over me. I closed my eyes and let the darkness consume me. Me and the darkness were on a bestfriend level by now.                                              ************

My alarm blared in my ear. I fell out of my bed and collided with the floor. Standing up I shut my alarm off. I looked at the time. 5:35. I walked over to my closet to get some things.

I grabbed my split jeans that were half black half striped. Then I grabbed my Cherri Bomb shirt. I grabbed my black vans and Harley Quinn bomber jacket.

I threw my clothes from last night off and put on the other stuff. Straightening my jacket I grabbed my new Harley Quinn backpack and slung it over my shoulder.

I ran to the door and opened it. Kyrin sat on a chair asleep. He was probably exhausted. I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. An officer was sitting at the table reading the newspaper while sipping coffee. I walked over to the fridge and got a bagel and cream cheese. Popping the bagel in the toaster, I grabbed a brush and began brushing my hair.