Her Demon Eyes

The Boy From The Train

Chapter Three

I woke with a start from my nightmare, the sound of the man laughing echoed through my mind. I couldn't get the image of him standing tall and proud out of my mind. It was like he was glued to my blue and black eyes.

He was well built with midnight black curls hanging around his structured face, ending at his shoulders. His skin was pale and eerie, he had the highest cheekbones I've ever seen, his black eyes were mesmerising and terrifying at the same time. The man had pale pink lips, I could see them curl into a smile and then it started, the shrill laughter that sounded of death. His broad shoulders shook violently as he laughed. My eyes moved down his strong body, I could see his muscles ripple beneath his tight black shirt. I continued to look down seeing his tight leather pants that clung to his muscular legs. He wore big, buckled black boots that looked at if they were made to crush skulls. He made me feel afraid yet at the same time, I felt like I belonged with him. It sent a shiver down my spine.

I shook the thought of him out of my mind, yet his image still burned at the back of my head. I was afraid to close my eyes, knowing that if I did, I would see him. I started to sing the song Solomon taught me as a child, afraid to be in the silence. The sad tune allowed me to gain my composure and soon, I was ready to leave and board the train. Of course, I wouldn't be boarding as a normal passenger, but as a hideout. There were plenty of them, they snook onto the train and hid on the old, unused carriages. Most of them just couldn't pay the rent, very few, if any, were illegal creatures such as myself.

Once on the train, successfully hidden away and alone, I thought of the man in my dream. His hair was as dark as mine, without the blue. His eyes, though they were definitely demon black, had a hint of ocean blue around the place where his irises should have been, like mine. The more I thought about it, the more freaked out I got. We did look alike, I didn't have a threatening body; I was much more slender, but I did have high, prominent cheekbones. The terrifying thought that there was a possibility we were related shot through me. I tried to shrug it off but it stayed in the back of my mind, scaring me to death.

*Unknown man PoV*

"My Lord, she knows, she suspects something!"

"Yes, Leo, that's the point, you babbling idiot," I laughed when my servant flinched, I ushered his closer to me and ruffled his hair, I smiled gently at him,

"Please inform Ox that she knows. Tell him specifically to not make a move, but to watch on her. If anybody other than Ox finds out, I'll have your head on a plate, okay?" I smiled gently at him again, I loved Leo, I really did. He was my servant, the only person I trusted, my only friend. He smiled at me and laughed awkwardly,

"Yes sir, tell Ox to not make a move and make sure Ox tells no one else,"

"Good boy, now hurry on, we have things to do, people to kill!" I laughed again and sighed,

"My, my, you're more powerful than I am. Your body, though half human, can hold so much more power than any demons ever could. We must keep you safe, you beautiful girl!"

*Ariana PoV*

I awoke, for the second time today, with a start. The man was back in my head, this time he spoke, he told me I was powerful. Very powerful, which was completely ridiculous, only some illegits got any powers worth talking about and they were only unlocked if their demon parent allowed so.

I looked out the dirty window of the train, the sky was a dark shade of purple. The river looked so clean in the light,

"One, two, three, four, five.

Angelica, Christian, Rome, Grace and Mercy.

The names of our five founders, founders of our homes.