Made to kill, Meant to Love (ON HOLD)

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

 "Derek, I don't feel good." I say. Our mini make out session ended about an hour ago. We've been on his couch just talking about everything and kind of learning more about each other. He has a very dark past he wont reveal, but in time I'm going to get him to trust me. He is so secretive but it's beautiful in a way.

"It's the mark." he says. 'You'll be in heat soon." he adds.

"Heat? What's heat?" I ask. He chuckles deeply. "I guess you'll find out in about a day or so." he says putting his arm around my shoulders. "Are you a virgin?" he asks. I looks up at him questionatly. "Yeah?" His eyes widen in amusement. "Wow. This is going to be fun." he smirks making me blush. "What is?" I ask. "Tell me. Does this make you feel batter?" He grabs me by the waist and kisses me hard putting his hand up my shirt. His strong hand stokes me and I moan. "You're so sensitive." he whispers with a chuckle. I moan again breaking our kiss. "That did ease the pain." I say. He nods. "Thought so."

"What does all this mean? Not even twelve hours ago you had me chained to a post." He looks at me deeply, like he did when I was at the post and she discovered my birthmark.

"You really don't know do you?" he asks. "What am I supposed to be knowing?" "I can't tell you that, you're going to have to see it for yourself." he says.

"Is it something important, or what? I have no clue what you are talking about and I don't know why I'm so drawn to you. I mean, I don't want to be. You're a demon." He flinches at my last few words. "Yeah? And you're an angel. If I had half a brain I would've just killed you last night!" he yells at me. I don't understand why his words hurt so badly but they do. They feel as if someone just threw a dagger through my chest. This hurts; a lot. "Can I please go home." I say lowly, trying to sound solid and not hurt or afraid.

"Go." he whispers. That's all it takes for my wings to stretch out. "Show me the portal out." I say looking down at him. His face is solid and his green eyes glow swirling with black. He stands up and looks at me. He reaches down in his pocket and pulls out a knife. "Come here." he growls. I turn and run trying to fly but my wings wont flap. His mark. I'm still bound here. I start running down hallways and through doors down more hallways. I take a chance and look back to see if he's behind me. He's not. As I look back in front of me I hit a door and fall to the ground. Looking back up I see I didn't hit a door, but a Derek. He picks me up and holds my head and arms down. He takes the knife and starts slicing at my wings. "No!" I scream. He just chuckles. In a matter of seconds both of my wings that are sawed off are in the floor.

I feel like the a house bird. One you have to keep it's wings cut down to a certain point or it can fly away from you.  The bird wants nothing more but it's wings, to be able to be free. To fly.

"Now, you're no angel." he says and walks off. I sit up and cry into my arms. After a few moments I get up and start opening doors. I don't know exactly what I'm trying to find, but I know I'm trying to find something. After a few door I open one and see a little cot in a small room all by itself. I walk in and look around. I shut the door and lock it. The last thing I want is to see Derek. I hate him.

I peel back the thick blankets on the cot and slip in. I wrap myself up in the covers like a burrito. As soon as my head hits the soft pillow I'm already half asleep. The warmer I get the deeper I fall into a dreamless sleep.