Forever Undead (on hold)

Who ARE you? (Part 2)

I stumbled back, gripping my chest as a rough force punched an invisible hole through me. My chest ached. My head burned.

My mate's lips twitched into a smirk.

Now, I'm the kind of person that doesn't get mad easily, definitely not to a a special person like she was supposed to be, but that made me angry.

Fury ripped up my spine, clawing it's way out of my pores, and exploding from my eyes. The other Undead instantly fled, even Russel bolting. It was like a supernatural face down, but I wasn't staying long enough to find out what the hell made me so infuriated.

If I had thought about it, I would have figured out I felt betrayed.

She smirked, and flicked a finger towards me, sending me sprawling backwards onto the floor.

"Shit. What the hell?" I muttered to myself. I held my hands out, wondering if I could do the same as she was, but to no avail. She just snickered and clenched her fist, driving the air from my lungs.

With a mighty cry of anger, I dissipated from the room, transporting to the room in which my glass skull was in.

I just got beat by a girl! I ran, from a girl?! My soulmate, of all fucking people!

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!

Mae's PointOfView (betcha weren't expecting that, HUH?! Oh, this is Xavier's soulmate ._. In case you were wondering... ._.' )

Hmm... Where did that demon go...'

He was just here, but he disappeared. I smirked. Probably just afraid.

But... The thing was... The thing was that HE, an Undead fucking thing, was pulling me towards him. Somewheres in my self, I wanted to go up to him and touch him, hold him... Kiss him... Whoa, whoa, whoa. When did I die, and this bitch come to be in charge? I laughed to myself. How ironic.

Some irrational part of my screamed for me to stop when his face contorted in pain for my amusement. Not big enough for me to not ignore, but... Persistent. It was getting annoying.

I made a small noise in my throat. What the fuck was that? A slight tug upstairs...

Where are you... I mused in my head.

The owners of this mansion had left roughly four minutes after I arrived.

I preferred to work alone anyway. No one can mess anything up if its just me.

I trudged upstairs, a slight huff escaping. Ghosts and demons always made it more difficult to finish the job when they ran. Why can't they just stay so I can be done, and be gone for good? Ugh.

I weaved in and out of the mansion, it's twists and turns not affecting me because of this... Damn pull! I have to admit though, it'll be easier to hunting this sonofabitch down.

With a sigh, my mind wanders to him without my permission. He has this dreamy scent, something that enveloped me with a warm scent of Old Spice, and freshly cut pine. There's something else, but I don't know what it is...

His hair looks so touchable, silky black strands I want to run my hands through all day. Muscles and little arches and curves on his arms and body I want to trace... His eyes are so captivating... The- wait, holy shit, am I daydreaming about a demon?

My face pales further and I halt in the hallway, disbelief coursing through me. What the hell?

It's my job to get rid of them! Not daydream about them! I nearly face palm, but refrain.