*Unknown POV*
It was the perfect moment to do it. Myla was alone, flying back to her damn boyfriend. I didn't get it - why would she date that asshole? She was supposed to be mine. We were meant to be. Not her and that Damien dude.
“Get her,” I told my boys.
I have a gang and I'm their leader. They would do anything for me, all I have to do is ask.
I watched as they knocked her out and brought her to me. I took her into my arms and watched her unconscious body. It had been a long time since I had held her in my arms. I kissed her forehead and flew to our hiding place.
I placed her down on a mattress, which was on the floor. My job was partly done. I had kidnapped my precious Myla. Now all I had to do was faking her death and wait until they announced her death.
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*Damien's POV*
I was hungry again. Hungry for human souls.
I knew that Myla would be back by 7 pm, so I had an hour to hunt. I knew that hunting would take more than an hour so I needed to make up something for Myla.
“Maybe I should tell her I went grocery shopping?” I thought loudly, “No, I wouldn't have any grocery bags.”
I walked around the room, trying to make up some excuse. Everything that came into my mind, seemed stupid. I gave up and decided to improvise.
I flew out the window and started looking for a victim. I flew above the city and looked for a dark side street. The first one I found was empty and the second one too. The third one was next to a night club and perfect for me. I flew down and hid my wings. Just like a spider in it's web, I started waiting for my victim.
Sometimes I had to wait for hours to find my victim. People don't walk alone around dark streets at night often. Sometimes I had even 'payed' hookers, sucked their souls out of them and then took the money back. Why should I pay someone, who's dead, right? Girls were always easier victims for me, since I'm a guy. Sucking souls out from other guys was weird and it looked... gay.
After waiting for an hour and a half, I saw my next victim. She was quite tall, blonde and she looked like a cheap slut. She was all alone.
“Hey beautiful!” I called out.
She was anything but pretty. The ton of makeup she was wearing, made her look ugly. But her appearance wasn't important to me, all that mattered was that I had caught her attention.
“Hey sexy,” she shouted back, patting her eyelashes.
I leaned against the wall and watched her come closer. She was drunk. I could see that from the way she walked and hear it in her voice.
“Wanna dance?” I asked.
She stopped in her way, “But I just came out of the club!”
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Graceful Wings
ParanormalMyla is a 16-year-old girl, who goes to school in day time and works at night time to support herself and her grandmother. She has never met her parents. But one night, while walking home something happens in the dark. How will that one dark night...