Dark Desires

4. An Unquenchable Thirst

"We've seen this movie about ten times already." I groaned out, glaring at Lucifer as the day was finally beginning to come to an end and he had to ruin all that by picking The Conjuring out of the vast collection of DVDs we had stacked underneath the TV. I personally hated the movie not so much for the jump scares and the horror-inducing nightmares it had subdued onto me when I first watched it. No, it was the constant repeat of watching the same thing over and over again when there were plenty of other movie's we could've watched instead.

But it was movie night and Lucifer's turn to pick so I just had to suck it up for now.

"And we can now watch it for the twelfth time. Besides, I thought you liked watching The Conjuring?" He teased, taking a seat next to me on the couch that defeated the purpose as to why I chose to sit so far away from him in the first place. The heat from his body radiated off of him like my own personal sun and it took every ounce of my being to not snuggle up close to him to help chase away some of cold eating away at my arms.

"Don't you think we have bigger issues at hand? One specifically walking around on two legs as we speak?" I said.

Lucifer though was already too far gone into the film to care all that much into what I was saying and let my words hang in the air as this scream fest boomed through the whole room on full blast. His lack of response and the fact that we were watching the same movie for about the hundredth time already led me to rise up out of the sofa and make a swift exit out of the living room in the direction of the library at the end of the hall. It had come at my request that we had a library installed inside the apartment, which didn't slide over well with Lucifer, at first, instantly rejecting the idea the moment it slipped past my lips. He perceived it to be a waste of time yet a with a few showings of my infamous puppy dog eyes, the bastard instantly became my bitch and conceded to my proposal almost instantaneously.

Walking towards the entrance, I let the smell of old musty books and fresh lilac travel through my nose. My body lurking in the doorway for a moment as I took in the endless supply of bookcases shrouded all around the room, a few sitting aloft on the seasoned hardwood desk that housed numerous documents and folders that we had used to help track down Melanie Mosby a few months prior.

Yet due to recent developments, all of our efforts seemed to have been for absolutely nothing.

What I couldn't quite understand now was how in the world Miss Mosby was even alive to begin with. Lucifer had done a real number on her when we had crossed paths in the park. I myself struggling at a point to get him away from her as he seemed too far gone in his own carnivorous lust to understand that he had already maimed the woman to death. My intent had been somewhat successful but Lucifer had left an array of nasty gashes across her ivory skin, my mind now reeling at the thought as to what she could possibly look like now.

I'm okay with blood, but show me a pile of guts and all that courage along with some puke goes right out the window.

Which was saying something be it that my nature prided itself on hunting down the weak and naive.

I was more than sure that it had something to do with the small amount of humanity I still held within me, a trait that Lucifer lacked heavily to an extent that makes one wonder if he was ever human to begin with. Whereas I was capable of showing some type of empathy, Lucifer show of comfort usually resulted in some individual getting his or her head sliced off and tossed away like five-day-year-old trash.

And that was just on his good days.

When Lucifer simply brushed off the Melanie Mosby's return to the living, I took it upon myself to obtain as much information I could about her current whereabouts and the individuals she has kept in close contact with since the accident. I, however, lacked the information to do so and sighed in defeat when I found myself dialing the one number I was praying to avoid when confronting this situation.