Beauty's deathly allure

Chapter four

A/N: Picture of an angel of death.

I held in my breath as I waited in anticipation. It had already been a few minutes since Lorenzo gave him his blood. I didn't know how long it would take. But every tick my hand watch made, my trepidation grew. I couldn't shake off the feeling of hopelessness. I turned towards Lorenzo, hoping to be reassured. But he was looking above my head, staring off into space. His eyes held such intensity.

The darkness of his orbs beckoned me. They imprisoned me. Like swirls of dark water, they sucked me in. It was torture; the walls suffocated me. I could find no escape. I was startled when he suddenly looked down, right into my eyes. My heart began beating faster. I couldn't explain this effect he had on me.

I knew I didn't love him. I didn't even like the guy for Christ's sake. I liked the office type. Smart, safe and nice. And he was everything but that. For three years, I ignored this stupid meaningless attraction. So I told my heart to calm down, my mind to shatter the walls of his prison. Slowly but effectively putting my guard up, I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Did you kill him already?" I blurted just to cover up my embarrassment. A scowl marred his immortal features.

"It isn't suppose to take this long. I think something is wrong", he replied, still scowling. No shit, Sherlock.

Not even a second later, I saw the boy's lip twitch from the corner of my eye. Thinking that it was working, relief flooded me. But for the next few seconds nothing happened. Then suddenly, his hands and legs bean twitching uncontrollably. Foam escaped the barriers of his mouth and started leaking down his chin. His eyes snapped open. He turned towards me, helpless. My eyes were wide with confusion. He looked like he was in a lot of pain.

Was this normal? Was this how it was suppose to happen? But it didn't look normal. It looked like the wind had swept in death through the open window and it was slowly crawling towards him, working  and manipulating; completing its mission. The temperature of the room had visibly dropped. I wanted to stop the boy's pain. Cheat death in its own game. Lorenzo had a sullen expression on his face. It was like he had seen something like this before and knew there was no hope anymore.

The boy was still thrashing around, body bucking wildly. I reached out to him, hoping to calm him down. But that only made it worse. His eyes cried blood. His skin took on a pale blue colour. Like the snake's venom. His legs gave out first. They became paralysed. I could only watch, with tears wetting my cheeks. I closed my mouth trying to contain the loud sob that tore through me. His eyes were wide with horror. I was sure he was aware of his bleeding eyes, paralysed legs and foam spoiling his shirt. His hand reached out to me, eyes begging me to do something. Anything. I wish I knew what to do though. It felt like death was toying with him. Like it was the king and we his pawns.

Right then it felt as though angels of death were real. Always in the shadows, watching. Waiting for our turn. Like stalkers, silently observing everything and strike at the right time. I could almost see the shadow in the room. His skin had become colder. The air around him was colder too as if a cooler was kept open. I shivered. Not because of the temperature. But because of the murder that was happening right in front of my eyes. The boy's chest still heaved, hands thrashed around and mouth began leaking poisoned blood. Purplish blue. Almost black. Cheeks and eyes were hollow.

Lorenzo stood a few feet away, eyes cast down but with posture that of a soldier's. An absurd thought entered my head. Were dark angels real or something? It was a fair doubt, don't you think? I mean vampires were real. So anything else could be real too, right? A very loud scream escaping the boy's mouth tore my attention away from the immortal creature. I turned towards him again. He was staring at the ledge of the window. His eyes were wide, fear dominating them. It was like he was looking at something. I looked at the window, finding nothing.