-Storms POV-
The street lights lit up the sidewalk dimly, providing me no use. The pirecing thick cold ate away through my hoodie, wisping my skin. But I had a odd love for the cold, it felt calming yet evil at once. Like the devils fingers grazing your skin, gripping you with harsh hatred. I shiverd at these thoughs, putting my head phones in. But I didn't play anything, and I still don't understand why. Maybe I wanted to, but just left it. I walked my way home, my feet scraping the payment. But then I heard the light steps of another behind me, faintly hanging in the air. I yanked out my headphones, quickly spinning around. Nobody was there...yet the footsteps were still loud and clear.
I began walking again, figuring I was just hearing things in my mind. My house was now in seeing range, a pleasing smile on my lips. I loved the nights my parents left the house.
No violence.
No hitting or screaming.
I unlocked the front door, calling my boyfriend Austin. Austin wasn't a very good boyfriend, but I was afraid to be alone. I gasped, yelping when my phone was thrown to the ground. I looked up, pirecing blue eyes buring into mine.
Those eyes felt delicious gazing back at me, but I knew this wasn't Austin. I tried to look past his eyes, but my eyes refused to tear away. They were like a magnet for the human eyes. And then they were gone, leaving me to gaze into thin air.
I relized that I was trembling, my hands shaking violently. I felt like my body had been freezed over and over, I felt as if cold teeth were sinking into my bare skin. I picked up my phone, rushing inside. I locked the door, feeling sick.
Those eyes held a secret message, a message I couldn't figure out. The stranger looked posseive in a way. I sighed, jumping out my skin when the doorbell rang. I didn't want to open the door to see those chilling, cold eyes. I opened it anyways, being an idiot.
That was the biggest mistake I had ever made, those ghostly eyes in the door way. I barely caught a glimpse before a husky voice chewed through me. "Your mine."
And so I, Storm Graves, was claimed.
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Claimed
Teen FictionStorm Graves was claimed. Claimed by a demon, a heartless shell. She can't go anywhere unless he is there. She can't even speak to her own parents. He is always watching, she can feel it when she turns around. Why does he want her? He claimed her to...