Falling into Darkness

Chapter 11

Okay. Here's the next chapter and hopefully you enjoy it. But I might change the Rating to this story. I was looking over it a few days ago and it got me thinking. This so not rated PG-13 so  I might change it to R-ages 17 and up. But I doubt it'll make a difference. You never know nowadays with today kids. Anyways hope you like it!

Derek POV

I completely lost it. I just saw red. I had to kill him. I'll suffer the consequences later.

My wings unfurled themselves as I launched myself at Azrael's back.

I know he felt my presence, but he kept roaming his fucken dirty hands all over her petite body. What hurt the most though was that Katlyn wasn't fighting back. It looked like she was enjoying it.

I drag him off of her making her stop her mid french kiss with him. I glare at her icily making her flinch. I stare into her eyes and many emotions pass through. First she look shoscked at seeing me, but now she looks confused.

"What he heck?" she demands. "Why the hell is there two of you?!" Katlyn demands. 

What the hell is she talking about. Then Azreal bursts out laughing. Everything clicks in then. Now everything makes sense. Why Katlyn is so confused.

He finally takes off his glamour and reveals his true self. His buzzed blonde hair making him more intimidating than what he really is. Except, even I admit that I've always gotten the chill from him because of his eyes. They just pure black, lifeless. I always avoided him before because of the rumors I've heard of him.

"You son of a bitch!" I jab him square in the face liking how blood comes pouring out of his nose.  I hear Katlyn scream, but I just ignore it. I don't have time to think about her. This bastard is going to pay for what he did.

How dare he impersonate me! This thought infuriates me and my fingers elongate into claws. Azreal pushes himself off the wall and he hurls himself full speed making crash against Katlyn's dresser causing her mirror to shatter into pieces. 

"Oh my god! Holy fucken shit!" I hear Katlyn scream. "I'm just dreaming. I'm in a dream. There's no one in my room right now. There are no two guys with freaking wings fighting right now in my room," she rants off.  

Azrael throws a punch towards my face, but I easily dodge it. He keeps throwing jabs at my face but I keep moving out of the way. I can tell this angers Azrael. I grin up at him. "Is that all you can do?" I taunt him.

He gives me a malicious smirk. The temperature suddenly drops making it even more cold. Fuck. Shit just about to get series. Katlyn also perceives the thick tension in her room. I can her her loud panting and smell her fear. 

I glare at Azreal and he beams at me which just makes him look creepy. I see his hand slowly reaching behind him. I tense knowing that he's about to take out his weapon.

"Katlyn I need you to get out now," I tell her quickly.

"You really are an idiot Derek if you think I'm going to let her go. I've been waiting this chance to show how much of a failure you are. I always knew you were soft hearted," Azreal says.

"Izgleda Tar I vaša snaga," Azrael claims arrogantly. 

There's a whoosh sound around the room and and I can see my own puffs from when I'm exhaling.  Azrael's sharp dagger shimmers at first then appears. I hear a gasp in the room which I'm assuming is from Katlyn.

Azrael's weapon is a long dagger meaning he's a long distance fighter. This makes things more difficult to me. I can't take out Bastian because I never feed and I don't mean food. I stare at his weapon how it glints at every movement he makes. His dagger is a rustic color but I know it's actually sharp as hell. 

That ass gives me one last smirk and appears right in front of Katlyn. "Ahhhh!!!" She screams. Hastily, I lift my arms and imagine him being flung to the side hard which is exactly what happens to him.

"Get out of here now," I tell her and she sprints to the front of her room. 

However, Azreal appears right in front of her and plunges his dagger at her abdomen or well tries to anyway. Luckily, I stopped him just in time. Thank God, Ezequiel taught me this technique. 

"Hurry the hell up and go to Amy's house," I grit out. She didn't need to be told twice. I hear slam the door to her car and drive away.

I see the rage in Azrael's eyes. I'm already panting. Shit. Ezequiel makes this look so easy. How the hell does he do it without breaking a sweat? I feel my sweat drip down from my forehead down my face. Not being able to hold it any longer, I release him. 

I get light headed and my vision goes black momentarily. I feel his dagger fo in my gut making me gasp in pain. 

Holy fucken shit! That freaking hurt. He pulls out his dagger out of stomach and leans in to whisper in my ear,"Osvojio sam. Sada idem da uživa u ovoj joj polako i uživa," he says pleased with himself. 

Trying to ignore the pain, I remember that he's speaking Serbian. I translate in my head,"I won. Now I am going to take my time and enjoy her slowly." 

I try cussing him out, but only garbles sounds come out of my mouth. What the fuck? This has never happened to me. I feel really light headed and I hear a loud thump noise. I groan realizing it's me who fell to the ground.

"Now my lord will be so proud of me! He'll finally recognize me. I always told him you were weak!" He snarls at me. "I mean what this my lord expect? Your just the bastard the child. Your mother was the famous Demon whore "Lily"."  

I see him kneel down beside me,"I'm just going to end your miserable life." He looks at me with disgust. "I can't believe you were one of the most feared arch demons," he sneers at me.

This ass. If only I had replenished my need before then this would have been a different story. Actually, I don't even remember the last time I feed myself.

Now I understand why Ezequiel has started to get stronger than me. I don't want to even think about how many women he had sex with to get that strong.

Azrael gives me a look of full disgust and then he jams his dagger straight at my throat, but it stops before he nicks my neck. 

I stare at Azrael with a shock expression then it changes to an irritated look. I can feel myself loosing a lot of blood. It's getting harder and harder to breath. I squeeze my eyes and then force them to open and I notice Azrael started to loose his color. 

Great that explains everything. With the last of my strength, I force myself to turn around and see who saved me. 

Damn. Of course it had to be Ezequiel with his damn signature smirk. I make sure to glare at him and say,"Fucker, what took you so long." Hopefully he heard me because I loose conscious at that moment. 

My wishful thinking was answered because the last thing I heard was his damn snarky laugh.

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