My Sexy Demon

Chapter 4

~~Ryan~~

Ever since I was 12, when my father had taught me to hunt, I knew I was different. I did not kill for the same reasons he did. Not for the taste of blood that surged through the veins, nor the thrill of murdering a living creature, to see its lifeless body lay on the ground, but to examine their beauty up close. I had drawn and painted portraits and landscapes since I was 6, always yearning to find something new to draw with the talent I had, but as I would soon learn, trying to draw things that moved was hard. Father never approved of my 'girly' hobby, but my mother would always ensure that I had enough equipment to continue it. Thousands of painting lined the halls of the castle, most of them mine, or my sister's.

The deep pain in my heart I felt when I thought of my sister was a constant reminder of the war between our kinds. Lily had been infatuated with an angel boy, Luke was his name, and although she was the Princess, she was executed. I would never look at my father the same way for what he did, and neither would my mother. He was cold-hearted at times, and needless to say, brutal in his ruling.  

As I crept out of the house in the cool June air, my cold steel bow and arrows slung across my torso, and my art book stashed in my bag, I set out into the woods. My mother would call me "Wanderer" as I always disappeared into the forests for days at a time to hunt and paint. It gave me a sense of freedom, and space I desperately craved after Lily had been hung inside the castle walls. 

My black wings shuddered against the bitter winds, small droplets of water landing on my taut bronze skin as I walked through the night. Around midnight, I spotted the doe, grazing passively in the small clearing. Crouching low and drawing the bow from my back, I stretched the band back tightly, and that was when I saw her.

A gorgeous angel across the clearing, with deep brown hair that curled down past her creamy white skin, and blue eyes that would look beautiful in a painting...My body screamed to touch her, to taste her, to be at one with her in a passionate embrace, but it all snapped back as she nodded to me. I focused back on the small deer, and shot it, cleanly killing it, as it fell to its knees, exhaling its last breath of life.

The yearn to touch the girl was so strong, as I left my equipment on the soft mossy growth and slipped quietly around to the other side of the clearing where she stood, examining the clean slice of my arrow through the beast's hide. As I stood behind her, feeling her soft skin against my hand, she gasped, and the sound elicited things inside me to growl in content and arousal. Her large doe eyes, much like the deer's were so magnetic, I couldn't bring myself to look away. As she turned to me, I could see who she was, but her beauty over-clouded my judgement as I held her. 

All too soon, a twig snap echoed through the silence, breaking our incredible trance, and she left, leaving me aching for her. She was my mate, that was clear, but sadly, the Princess.

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