Serial Killer's Daughter

Calling it off

sorry for the long wait enjoy!

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            He strutted into the cafeteria, his movements like a predator. His hands were in his pockets and he barely acknowledged all the stares he was getting. He wore a dark grey collared dress shirt and black denim jeans. His hair was tousled as usual and made me want to run my fingers through his dark locks.

            He scanned the room and his eyes instantly found mine. A smile escaped his lips and his eyes shone, making his dark orbs seem endless, I was melting at the near sight of him. I clenched my hands into fists, I wouldn’t give into him. As if sensing my thoughts a smirk replaced his smile and his eyes glinted with mischief.

            He took his hands out from his pockets and made his way towards me. I sat still, unable to move, not knowing if it was because I couldn’t or if it was because I wouldn’t. Before long he stood directly in front of me and gently grabbed my hand, pain sparked through my body, and stood me upright. I ignored the pain, too focused on what he was going to do next. With desire burning in his eyes he pulled me towards him roughly yet lightly and crashed his lips to mine.         

            Just as before pain shot through my body, my lips tingling, yet I also found it ravishing, like I couldn’t have enough. It was if all my thoughts were wiped clean and all I wanted was his lips kissing me forever and the pain buzzing through my body giving me an ultimate high.

Needing breath to fill my lungs I regretfully pulled away. Our foreheads touched as we both caught our breaths, the pain that racked my body slackened somewhat as I became adjusted to it, yet the tattoo on my chest burned furiously. I winced. Seeing me in pain Damien let out a sigh, gave me yet once more kiss on the lips and pulled away from me.

Instantly the pain subsided but the tattoo throbbed gently on my chest. My eyes flickered to Damien’s as he licked his lips. His eyes seemed hungry yet I could also catch a glimpse of sadness. Quickly both vanished from his eyes and were expressionless as was his face. He met my eyes and we just stared at each other, his expression gradually thawing as we looked at one another, trying to decipher who the other one was inside and out.

Someone coughed loudly and as if a switch had been flipped back on the outside world came flooding back into my senses. I pulled my gaze away from Damien to look at who had interrupted our moment. My heart stopped and I felt Damien’s body stiffen next to me.

My eyes met those of my lovely brother dear. His eyes blazed with fury yet he kept on his poker face. I ignored his anger, if he was jealous he could deal with it some other place.

“May I talk to you for a second?” Lucifer asked through gritted teeth.

I glanced at Damien and saw him glaring daggers at Lucifer, if looks could kill…

Remember what I told you Shaitan, Damien’s voice growled in my mind. Wouldn’t want anything to happen to your precious brother now would we?

I sent Damien a glare and he in turn smiled at me, kissing me again on the lips. My lips throbbed with pain and yet yearned for more.

“You’re mine,” He said softly against my lips as he pulled away.

“I’m no ones,” I growled back softly and pulled away stepping towards my brother before he could say anymore.

I grabbed Lucifer’s hand and dragged him outside of the cafeteria, feeling a familiar burning gaze on my back as well as the rest of the student body. I turned back around before walking out the doors and saw the crystal blue eyes of Uriel staring after me as well, that same damn glow enveloping him.

I stopped walking and let go of my brother’s hand when I was sure that we were alone and out of hearing distance from any classrooms. I crossed my arms, irritated at his possessive attitude. He. Did. Not. Own. Me. No one did. Not Damien and surely not Lucifer, not even the Devil himself.

“What?” I growled when Lucifer had yet to speak.

“Who is that?” Lucifer growled back.

“A guy,” I replied matter- of- fact.

“Shaitan,” Lucifer’s voice warned.

“An old friend,”

“An old friend?” Lucifer asked growing even angrier as I refused to tell him. “He looks more than a friend.”

“Does he? I never noticed.” I replied rolling my eyes, not bothering to hide my eye roll from Lucifer. His eyes blazed and for some reason that turned me on.

Shaitan, another damn voice warned in my head.

Leave me alone Damien! I shouted back at him.

Before I registered what was happening next I was backed against the wall with Lucifer’s arms on either side of me, trapping me.

“Do you know what you do to me Shay? Do you like making me angry? Do you like seeing me in pain?” Lucifer asked me in a harsh yet sorrowful tone. I gulped; of course I didn’t enjoy it. Sometimes yes but I didn’t like seeing him hurt.

“Of course not,” I replied raspy.

“Prove it,” He said his eyes full of lust and desire. I gulped, I couldn’t. Although I refused to acknowledge that Damien owned me I however knew that he was good on his word. And I knew that if I was further involved with my brother he would hurt him, kill him maybe. I couldn’t live with myself if I let that happen.

As Lucifer crashed his lips to mine I quickly ducked and ran out from under his arms, he wiped towards me. A confused as well as hurt expression crossed his features.

“We can’t do this anymore Luc,” I told him the words slipping out. How badly I regretted saying them, but it was for the best, it was for his safety.

He looked at me completely lost.

“W-what?” He stuttered as if the words I just said didn’t register in his mind.

“We can’t do this-” I gestured to us two. “-anymore.”

The words seemed to gradually make sense in his mind and I saw them click. His eyes flashed with sadness and guilt engulfed me. His eyes then grew hard and his body rigid.

“Is this about that guy?” He growled.

“No, I just can’t do this anymore. You’re my brother, not my lover.” I told him using the words that would sting the most. “I can’t love you more than how I’m supposed to, I wanted to stop for a long time, but I didn’t want to hurt you.” I said knowing my words were like stabs to his heart, but it had to be done, it had to be. “It’s immoral what we do and it’s disgusting. No more, we can’t do this.”

Pain flashed across his features but was quickly covered. Oh our father taught us well. To be able to lock up our emotions did come in handy after all. My heart felt as if it was being ripped from my chest, but I had to do it. He would be killed if I didn’t.

“Fine,” He replied stoically. With that one word he walked away from me, from us.

I held back the tears as his figure retreated down the halls and inhaled a deep breath. With that I kept my head up and walked back towards the Cafeteria, and back to Damien. The demon who ruined me, yet renewed me.