Be My Friend

Chapter 31: Right Next Door to Hell

The figure in front of me freezes and suddenly turns into a puff of black ash. I scramble backwards to get away and only then notice Damian standing with a object in his hand covered in a thick black molasses-like substance that dripped onto the pavement.

I immediately avert my gaze to his eyes and instead of their black and red beauty; they're ablaze with rage and the black irises are in cat-like slits; they snap in different directions to scan the area. Instead of his usual black mohawk that I'm used to, fire crackles above his head and moves easily with every sudden jerk of movement. A look was on his face that shook me to the core with terror. I haven't seen someone this upset and frightening since, well... ever, if I'm being totally honestly. My limbs tremble and I don't even realize I'm still moving backwards subconsciously until my back hits the side of my car.

Damian drops whatever he was holding from his grasp and wipes the thick black substance on his jeans before stooping down towards me.

"Are you alright?" He asks as the fire from atop his head fizzles out into the night air. However, the flames from within his eyes still remain and I can't help but be mesmerized at how they seem to dance and move.

I nod my head; unable to find my voice. He pulls my entire body into his embrace and I blink in surprise while also trying to understand what just happened.

"What the hell was that thing?" I ask astonished and twist the material of his t-shirt in my grasp to keep my hands from trembling.

"One of my reapers." He grits out and pulls me closer. "Fools, there will be hell to pay if they think they can get away with something like this." He nearly growls and thunder crackles throughout the night sky and I flinch. "You'll be staying at my place for the night." Damian says and pulls me to my feet. I blink slowly and try to take in what he just said.

"Your place?" I ask; still a bit dazed by recent events. He nods and holds me close against his frame, which I don't object to, obviously.

Immediately the setting changes and my eyes attempt to adjust to the sudden blanket of darkness engulfing us both. I hear Damian snap his fingers and the room becomes alight. My eyes catch the fireplace on the far side of the room burning.

I step away from Damian but almost lose my balance. My stomach churns but that doesn't stop me from taking in the room with wide eyes. The floors were a type of pitch black marble that came together with the walls which were a dark grey stone that was very pleasing to the eye. Massive glass double doors with blood red curtains led onto a beautiful terrace to outlook whatever was down there. I drank in the appearance of a neatly made king sized bed with a black comforter and matching pillows. A burgundy wooden wardrobe and a dresser lingered in the dark corner of the room. Holy shit, is that a kitchen connected to his bedroom?

"Wow." I breath out after many moments of gaping. A warm hand finds my own and I'm met with fiery blazing eyes and narrowed eyebrows.