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Chapter 6

Dez's POV

I held her in my arms, guiding her mouth towards mine with my hand fisting her luscious golden hair. Her delicate, soft hands skimmed up my arms before hesitantly playing with the ends of my hair. This woman... I internally groaned. Our mouths were an inch apart and all I could hear was the quickening of her pounding heart and the background noise of blissful silence. Ah silence... my god it was a luxury and all because of this woman before me.

When I first saw her, I thought she was one of the Seraph angles, my god they terrified me when I first laid eyes on them. Their beauty and pureness shines from within them and emits through their pores, seeping into any being near them. Now, I detest their pure vile filth that creeps out towards you and captures you unguarded. Once you're tangled and pulled into the stickiness like sinking sand, it is a bitch to escape. On the other hand, the pureness I felt from Harlow was unlike anything I ever felt. It was a foreign feeling, like an explosion of silence that chased away the voices, the screams and the pain but also crammed my lifeless body with a blistering heat.

When I felt her large breasts and hardened nipples pressed against me, I could have thrown her to the ground and taken her without giving two shits who was nearby. The blistering heat within me ignited into a fire that plunged down southwards, making me hard, throbbing and ready. No woman had ever made me feel this much desire, not on their own anyway like when I first changed... Evil decisions cause evil consequences.

"HEEEEEEEEL-" a hysterical scream shattered the moment before Harlow jumped back from me as if burnt. I was momentarily stunned and slightly hurt by Harlow's actions. I was confused at hearing a piercing scream while in Harlow's presence until I realised it was not in my head but from inside the house.

Fan-fucking-tastic, Matt and his antics had to occur now of all times. I was still breathing heavily while my cock started to go soft. I was relieved; the confinement of my jeans was really starting to get uncomfortable.

"Stay here," I ordered, watching the swirl of conflicting emotions within her eyes. I didn't want to leave her, not after the moment we just shared. I wanted to protect her, especially from Matt. She had no idea what he is and the things he has done in the past. And you're not as bad? I mentally shook my head; feeling determined that I would never treat her like Matt does. I gave her one last protective look before taking off, sprinting into the house.

After saving her from Marcus, Daryl and the crowd of drunken idiots, I was surprised at how affectionate of her I had become in a short amount of time. Sure I had seen her multiple times before this night but they didn't count. I didn't know who she was, just that she was always at one of Matt's parties and whenever I tried to approach her, there was always someone interrupting and distracting me while she always managed to sneak away among the crowd. I had no idea I would have found her in Matt's bedroom.

I had been a fool to drink one of Blake's specialty drinks, Immortal Sin, which he makes in his trademark black bottles full of blood and bourbon. The euphoria I felt after one taste was a combination of the high from feeding off a soul and the ecstasy from sex. On top of that was the depressant affects from the alcohol, which also helped in muffling out the voices. I was one gone motherfucker. I hardly ever drunk but these past few days had been real rough on me.

Every time I entered a new place, met someone for the first time or was in the vicinity of a stranger, I was ambushed by a wave full of strange voices and cries of actual events in the past, causing misery and pain. It was part of the curse that I was oh so willingly given by a special young boy who had died regrettably twelve years ago. It seemed fitting, seeing as I caused a lot of unforgiveable misery to many people in my early teenage years. I was an asshole; plain and simple. To Matt, Marcus, Mortdecai, Blake and Jared, I was seen as a great friend; the funny guy; tormenting people, cornering them and stealing money. I hated school, especially the teachers; I use to give it to them good by back chatting. I even made one female teacher cry and leave the class, refusing to teach for us again.