The Covenant

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

♚Lucca♚

The world, it's a huge place. A massive space, capable of being the home to billions. There's over seven billion humans on this planet, or so we think. Demons hide among the humans, most humans are also evil enough to be one of us.

I'm not the only demon in this town, there's my brother also, but there is a tiny colony of us. Small, but just enough to cause chaos, if we so wished. In the cities, it's worse. We feed off the humans despair, pain and hate, we use it to our own advantages.

Souls, unseen to the human eye, are balls of colour, surrounding the humans. An aura, often capable of preventing a demon from seeing the human beneath, not that we care what they look like. The soul draws us in like vultures.

I may be half human, but humans outcasted me a millennia ago. That's why I believe there isn't much difference between humans and demons, but a demon has more respect for other demons.

I pull my grey jumper over my head. The smell of the boys locker room filling my nostrils, sweat, dirt and deodorant. I fold the jumper neatly and set it inside my locker, while unbuttoning my shirt with the other hand. Then an annoying thought strikes me, as I imagine them squealing females and how they would react to me.

How do these other idiots put up with them?!

Someone slaps me on the back and I turn round to see Tyler, grinning at me in such away I immediately think of a great white shark. "Cas, forgot to tell me you had another tattoo." He states poking at my ribs. I fight the urge to growl at him.

"I wasn't aware I was a topic of conversation." I snap. "Unless, you count them fan girls."

"Wow, someone is grouchy." I turn my back to him as I pull the PE top over my head, to hide my naked torso from Tyler's prying eyes. He sure knows how to make a guy feel uncomfortable.

I'm happy I had changed into my jog bottoms before he arrived.

As we walk outside into the clammy heat, the sun pounding on our backs, I can hear the chatter of the girls. Cassie is stretching on the grass a little distance away, getting ready for the one hundred metre run.

I stand beside her and watch the crowd of people who would rather talk than warm up. I can feel people watching us. I sigh and start doing what Cassie is doing.

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I place my finger tips on the white line, as I fix myself into position. My chest an inch or so away from my knee, my body tense as I wait for the sound of the whistle. My eyes trained on the track ahead. I can feel the energy in my body screaming to get out.

Then the whistle blows.

I instantly leap into action, taking immense care to run at a normal speed. For a moment I keep in pace with the other boys, but they eventually begin to tire, which allows me to take the lead.

The wind blows in my hair, I'm far from out of breath and my whole body feels like it's been released from a small cage.

All too soon I cross the finish line.

Cassie grins at me, as I pass her. She's wearing a pink vest top and black jog bottoms, her hair tied into a pony tail, which swishes with each move she makes. It's her turn now, my own body is alive with energy now. The humans are all out of air from their runs, but I feel like I could run the pitch all day and never get tired.

Mostly because it's true, but what the heck.

Someone knocks into me as they walk by. My head snaps up in an instantly and a handsome boy glares at me. I don't feel intimidated by him though, so I smirk.