Demon Love

Chapter 3

I screamed when I saw the dark figure race past me, flattening myself against the hard, cold wall. I could hear somebody obviously being hurt, and punches were definitely being thrown. The dark figure stood up, brushing off the dust from himself; I think it was a guy. The would be rapist wasn't moving from where he laid, and there was a small pool of blood surrounding him.
"If any of you fuckin idiots decide to be smart for a change, you'll let us pass through." The dark figure then took my hand and began leading me out of the alley, keeping a strong grip on me. My skin was still crawling, and I had the urge to jump right in the shower and scrub every part of my body until it was clean. "Who are you?" I whispered, wanting to know if this was someone I could trust.
"You don't want to know, just get home safely and try to steer clear of that alley next time." He spoke quickly with some sort of an edge to his voice. "Hurry! I don't know how much longer I can hold myself!" He looked me in the eye, those familiar ice blue eyes... Wait, what?!
"Crish?!" I asked in shock. "I-I thought-"
"Essie, get inside now!" The guy who was obviously Crish and was obviously trying to avoid this conversation. I glared at him, imagining little red lasers shooting from my eyes and burning right through him.
"Oh, you are in a world of trouble right now!" I hissed at him, curling up my fists. I pulled back my arm and let it fly.
There was a soft crunch.
"DAMMIT!" I screamed, cradling my arm. The pain was making it hard to see, not that it wasn't already dark.
Crish-who-said-he-wasn't-but-he-totally-is groaned. "Really, Essie? You couldn't have just yelled at me?"
"That's what I'm frickin doing!" I screamed at him. "But you broke my damn hand!"
"No Essie, YOU broke your hand." He corrected, rolling his eyes. "Come on, let me look at it."
"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME, ASSHOLE!" I screamed, spitting a little. "You abandoned me! IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD!" I swallowed, staring at the ground. "I-I thought- you were-" I couldn't bring myself to say anything, afraid that I would reveal more than I wanted to.
"Essie, you have to let me explain." He looked at urgently, grabbing my broken hand. I tried to jerk it away, but winced at the pain it caused. "Let me show you something." Crish closed his eyes, relaxing.
"Curatio."
There was a faint glow that surrounded our intertwined hands, then a warm, tingling feeling spread through my hands, streching all the way to my fingers. It was a foregin feeling, something that wasn't caused by embarrassment, or that special feeling when you are by the person you love. It was... something else. I was confused and upset, making my thoughts jumble around in my head and not make sense at all. Crish let go of my hand and swung onto his motorcycle.
"Don't bother following me. I'm not something from Twilight, Essie, just so you know. This.. this is something bigger, Stay away, and you'll be safe." He roared away, spitting dust in my face. I wiped my face clean of the dust, and looked down at my hand. How on earth was I going to explain my broken hand to Mom? She wouldn't believe me if I told her what had happened. Or she'd just laugh at me. Who breaks their hand punching someone?
I blinked, and realized that I was standing on my driveway. I felt relief knowing I was finally home, so I went inside and set my broken hand on the bathroom counter. I examined the injury, assesing the damage. Wait a second...It wasn't broken anymore! My heart began racing, and my hand began shaking. There was only one conclusion to this.
Crish had healed my hand.
Wow! That certainly was interesting! ITell me what you think of it so far! I'm sorry if this story isn't what you expected, or if you think it's too much like twilight, but this is the way I write. You can leave a HELPFUL comment below so I can edit this accordingly! Tell me what should
happen next! I'm thinking somewhere along the lines of Crish showing Essie his secret....:-)