Angel In Disguise

Part Thirty Six

Michael's P.O.V.

The way her hair falls down her sides to her shoulder and back with her white dress perfectly wrapped around her, I just couldn't take my eyes off her. She looks so perfect and I would do anything to be with her and keep her safe.

But that's it! I couldn't even do that - and I'm the one she needs to be kept safe from. Why is she still here? I sent her money and told her to leave town; yet she's down there with Luke and Ashton. She's not supposed to be here but she came.

And I think I'm losing it.

After what happened earlier, I can feel the demon in me wanting to be unleash. I wouldn't let it out if I knew Kelsey would still be here - but its too late now. I don't think I can control it anymore.

Calum, where are you? I thought.

"Michael," Alli hissed, startling me. She gave me a sweet but obviously fake smile.

"What?" I asked, annoyed. The pain is overpowering me, I'm not even aware of what is happening now nor what part of the ceremony we are now. I can already feel the thirst for blood - to kill.

"Say it," she snapped.

And, maybe, I could start with this whore in front of me - after all she's been very bad to my angel.

"How about no?" I smirked. Then I looked at the priest who was looking at us, confused.

"Son, are you alright?" He asked. "You ar---"

"Oh, I am okay, Father," I chuckled. "But, my answer is no
I'm not gonna marry her."

"Michael!" She hissed again. "What the fuck are you doing?!"

"Uh-oh," I smirked at her. "Somebody's been a bad bad girl. Father would be wanting some apology for your choice of words, baby."

"Michael," she warned, stepping backwards away from me. "Remember what we talked about? Don't push me to te---"

"Tell what?" I laughed, grabbing her by the wrist and gripping ut tightly. "Tell them my dirty little secret?"

"Michael!" She said, trying to shake my hand off her. "You're hurting me!"

I can hear houses from around me. I can feel the fear that each one holds.

"You don't even have to," I continued, as I spin her around so her back was on me. I took out the familiar knife out of my coat, placing it above her throat. "I'll show them myself."

"Michael," she begged, tears were now running down her cheeks.

"Michael, no!"

"Don't do it, Michael!"

Everyone's screaming - shouting at me to stop.

But I'm enjoying the moment.

"Michael," a familiar voice said. She was standing a few feet in front of me, dressed in a pretty white dress. Her hands were held up, warning me to stop. "Please, let her go. Don't do it. Don't lose yourself to your demon."

I smirked. And ignoring her and everyone's cry, I cut the throat of the whore, letting her lifeless body fall down to the ground.

"Michael," she said, as I grabbed her, pulling her behind me as I made my way out. Her white dress has now blood on its sides. "Michael, fight, please. I'm here."

You still okau, guys?! Sorry I had to make the killings fast. Not really into details with this kind of stuff.