You're Mine

Chapter Eleven- Red

            “What are you doing here?” I hissed when he released me.

            He sighed, shaking his head. I expected him to say something else, but he didn’t.

            “I’m going to scream unless you tell me what the hell is going on!” I snapped.

            “Shhhh! Can you chill out, please?” He turned away from me and began pacing back and forth. “Devon’s probably already sensed me,” he said, seeming to be speaking mostly to himself.

            “’Sensed’ you?” I repeated.

            He ignored me and continued muttering under his breath about how Devon wouldn’t come after him with me in the room.

            Frustrated, I moved towards him and grabbed his shoulder, trying to hold him still.

            “This is bad,” he whispered. “This is very bad.”

            I stared hard at him, trying to see his eyes behind his dark shades.

            “You didn’t kill her,” I said slowly.

            He shook his head. “Devon.”

            My hands dropped to my side and I took a step back on unsteady feet.

            “No. He didn’t.”

            I refused to believe something like that.

            Chase was silent for a minute. “Ashlynn,” he began.

            “No! Don’t start to give me some bull shit, Chase!” I almost yelled. “You killed her, didn’t you? You’re trying to blame it on Devon-!”

            Chase let out an inhuman growl and in a split second, ripped the sunglasses from his face.

            I stumbled back and hit my sink, having to brace against it to keep myself from collapsing. The irises of Chase’s eyes were filled with a deep red color. They were deeper than any eyes I had ever seen, yet, at the same time soft, gentle. They screamed emotion, while the rest of him face held a blank, neutral expression.

            He looked angry, afraid, hurt, and concerned.

            “Things aren’t exactly what they seem,” he whispered. His lips tilted into a small smile. “Sorry for the cliché.”

            I shook my head. “What are you?”

            He paused and then put his glasses back on much to my dismay.

            “I’m good,” he told me. “And you’re good. Devon… Devon’s not. And it would kill me if he made you bad.”

            I bit my lip, lowering my eyes to the floor. “You struck me as a person who didn’t care too much about anything”

            He laughed lightly. “I don’t care much about anything.” Humor fell from his face instantly. “But it’s in my nature to protect those who can’t protect themselves-.”

            “I can protect myself!” I snapped.

            “You don’t even know what you are,” he said degradingly.

            My eyes narrowed. “What I… am?”

            He didn’t respond.

            “You mean I’m… like you?”

            He laughed like that was just hilarious. “Oh, god, no. In fact, I’m supposed to kill your kind.”

            “My kind?”

            He sighed. “Ever heard of incubi? Succubi?”

            I raised my eyebrows. “What?”

            Chase smirked. “Figures.” He shook his head sardonically. “Listen, I’ve got to get out of here before Devon emerges.” He turned from me and walked to the open bathroom window. He glanced at me from over his shoulder. “Remember that sex is bad. Don’t have it. Okay?”

            “Excuse me?”

            “You heard me,” he said before literally leaping out of sight.

            I raced to the window and looked around in the dark, but he had disappeared.

            “Succibi,” I whispered.

            I took my phone out of my pocket, scrolled through my contacts, and clicked on Lys’s name.

            What’s a “succibi”?

            She didn’t respond for a few minutes. Something very uncharacteristic of Lys.

            Finally, my phone beeped and I clicked on her message.

            Where are you? We need to talk.

            Before I could answer her text, there was a knock on my door that startled me into dropping my phone.

            “Ashlynn,” Devon’s voice came from outside the door. “You should come out now.”

            I stared at the door, not sure what to do. Something in the pit of my stomach told me to be afraid.

            Carefully, I picked up my phone and deleted my messages with Lys.

            “Ashlynn,” Devon repeated.

            I put my phone back into my pocket and forced myself to open the door.

            Devon stared at me with eyes darker than usual.

            “What were you doing in there?” he asked, tone unmistakably threatening.

            I shook my head. “Nothing,” I whispered, my voice pathetically weak.

            “That’s right,” he told me. He stepped forward and his eyes took over mine, ridding of all of my common sense. “You were doing nothing in there.”

            Memories began to blur as Devon reached into my pocket and removed my cell phone.

            “You lost your phone,” he said as he crushed it in his hand.

            I remembered now. I cried in the bathroom, grieving Abby. That was all. And my phone. I hadn’t been able to find it.

            But something was still etched into my mind. Two red eyes. Beautiful and deadly.

            I would always remember those eyes.

How does it feel to be out of the dark? Hahaha.