Love Me Till I Die...

Love Me Till I Die...[chapter seventeen]

Hey guys!! Wow two days later and i already have another update for you!! These Easter Holidays are great for my writting. Well this is from the evil Blake's POV we havn't heard from him since the begining of the story. I hope you enjoy and I hope you like the little insight on his life at home as a demon from hell. Comment, vote, fan?? ~LouiseB

Chapter Seventeen

Blake

I took one last look at the woman and the girl sitting at the kitchen table crying in each other’s arms. I had followed Oriana’s mother to the Hardman’s house and back again. My father was getting impatient and sent me to find out what was going on with Oriana. Dimitri and Lydia were coming up blank and her mother seemed to only just believe what was the truth about the Kurtis family curse. My father needed things to speed up. He set me on this task and I couldn’t complete it if Oriana was still cooped up in that place.

I walked away from the window and back towards my car. I climbed in a buckled up. I thought back to a few weeks ago when I came home to find my father had been with the slutty housekeeper. I know he is thedemon from hell, the top boss and the one who gives orders but to do that was despicable. I always agreed with my father but not his time. My mother didn’t know and I wasn’t going to tell her. It’s up to him to tell her. I despised him and sometimes despised myself because of what I am thanks to him.

My father is, like I said, thedemon from hell. He has been labelled many things, Satan, the devil etc. But to me he is father. A father I despise. He sends us other demons from hell to go and bring back a new victim. And it’s always random, whoever he decides to kill on that day. My mother is also a demon from hell and is my father’s ‘second in command’ if you like. She is just as blood thirsty as he is but is more of a parent to me than he will ever be. I am the devils offspring and my blood thirsty nature takes over more than I would like it too. My task is to get and kill Oriana Kurtis. In some way it will sort of solve part of their curse situation. I mean she would be dead and then only Lydia and her offspring would have to deal with it. Well that’s how my father sees it anyway, I’m not so sure.

I pulled up into my drive way to find that my father’s car is still gone from this morning. He had to go out of town on ‘business’. Most probably sending another demon from hell after another poor soul. I pulled right up and into the garage leaving the drive way clear for when mother would come home from work.

Climbing out of the car and walking through the door from the garage into the kitchen I noticed that someone was in the house. I walked through the kitchen and came into the hallway. “HELLO” I bellowed and the sound vibrated through the house. I heard feet sound from above and turned to look up the stairs. “Oh hello Blake. I didn’t know that you where home” the twenty year old slutty housekeeper purred at me as she sexily leaned on the banister. “Are you always a slut Alice or is it just when you’re around me and my father” I hissed back at her. She leant forward giving me a full view of her impressive cleavage. “You tell me” she giggled back at me. Seriously what is up with her? All she will ever be is a home wrecking slut if my mother ever finds out what my dad uses her for.

But I must admit that she was a very attractive woman. She was twenty and had beautiful, soft looking skin that was a creamy white. Her long wavy blonde hair was framing her face and her blue eyes were twinkling mischievously and she had an hour glass shaped figure. The only reason that my father hired her was because of what she was ‘good’ for in his opinion. It made me angry to think that my father would cheat on my mother, his wife, with someone thirty eight or so years younger than him. It made me sick and I think it was time to finally use her for something that would actually anger my father. His ‘play thing’ would now become mine as well. At least just this time. This stress with Oriana was really getting to me too. It was my turn to take charge of something in my life.