His Guardian Demon

Chapter Nineteen

Winnie stared at me. More specifically, he stared at the giant black wings protruding from my back. "U-um, Ash? Wh-what's th-that?" he asked as he pointed at my wings. 

I grabbed his wrist, dragged him into his room and shut the door—making sure to lock it. I turned back around to see Winnie had distanced himself as far away from me as possible. He was shaking. He noticed me staring at him and said with a quiver in his voice, "Let me out."

"No." I couldn't let that happen. He'll probably go tell someone, people will get involved, and then I'll be found out. 

"I'll scream."

I narrowed my eyes. "You wouldn't dare."

"MO—"

I quickly ran over and covered his mouth. I leaned down close to his ear and whispered, "If you try something like that again, I'm gonna take a knife and shove so deep in Sam's jugular, it'll poke out the other side of her neck." 

Winnie froze. I pulled away from him, keeping my hand over his mouth. I looked down at him. His eyes were wide with fear and slightly wet. He wasn't crying, not yet at least. But he was close.

"Now, are you going to do anything?"

Winnie shook his head.

"Good. Now, I'm going to move my hand, and if you try anything, I'll kill you and everyone you love." 

I removed my hand from his mouth, and Winnie pressed his lips into a thin line. I felt my eyes start to glow red as my fight or flight instincts went into overdrive. My body faintly shook as my "other" persona rose to the surface with a cold smile directed to Winnie.

No, no, no.

I moved to his bed and sat down facing him, Winnie carefully watching my every move from his spot on the floor in the corner. I tilted my head as I studied him. His hair was disheveled like he had just woken up. His eyes were wet and glossy with unshed tears. His lower lip was trembling slightly. I smirked at his pajamas—light green with yellow ducklings. 

Go away, go away, go away.

"So, I guess I owe you an explanation."

Winnie looked hesitant at first but nodded anyway.

"You see," I said as I got up, "this isn't my fault." I slowly walked towards him as I said this. I crouched down, put my hands on either side of his head and leaned in close to him. "It's yours."

BACK AWAY FROM HIM.

"Mine?"

"Do you remember that day on the bridge, Winnie? That explosion I pretended I didn't know about?" I asked as I stood back up.

Winnie looked confused for a second before his eyes lit up in recognition. "That was you?"

"Of course. And when you touched me, you filled me with this...this...poison that I can't get rid of. That's where you come in," I said as I went back to trying to find my shirt in the bottom of my bag.

"M-me? What could I do?" Winnie asked as he slowly stood up from the floor.

I finally found the shirt and folded my wings, quickly pulling the black material over my head. "You need to undo whatever you did."

"How do I do that? And why should I?" Winnie asked as he crossed his arms.

My eyes glowed a brighter red. I took large strides over to him.

Stop it, stop it, STOP IT!!

I roughly grabbed his face and brought it closer to mine. His eyes widened in fear.

I leaned down even closer to him. I was centimeters away from him. "You should do it because I'm going to kill your family if you don't."

"I'm not going to do it if you kill my family."

My gaze hardened. I was about to say something when I felt a burning sensation in my chest. I let go of Winnie's face and winced. The pain increased. I grabbed at my chest before my eyes turned even redder. My back hit Winnie's wall and slid down. The pain emitting from my chest was unbearable. I scrunched my eyes shut before snapping them open again. Suddenly, the pain stopped as my other persona disappeared back into the depths of my heart.

I rested my head against his wall, breathing heavily.  My eyes returned to normal. I looked at Winnie as I caught my breath. He looked scared. His eyes were wet again and his body was shaking. 

Fuck. I'm sorry.

"Winnie, I'm—"

"Are you okay? What was that? Are—" 

What the hell? 

"—you hurt? What was happening to you? Was—"

I just attacked him, threatened his family, 

"—that even you? Who was that? Do—"

and the first thing he says to me is

Are you okay?

I looked at Winnie. His eyes were wide and glossy. His lower lip was trembling. His hair was in disarray. His adorable green pajamas were crumpled. He looked like shit. But he was still worried about me first.

Damnit.

How could I do this to him?

"Winnie."

He stopped his barrage of questions and stared at me. "Yeah?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it come out," I said. He just looked at me, and suddenly, I felt his arms wrap around my body and his hands rest on top of my wings. His smell of strawberries filled my nose as he buried his head into my neck. "What are you doing?" I asked after a moment.

He didn't respond.

"Winnie?"

Still no response.

"Winnie, you're scaring—"

"Are they real?" he asked. His breath tickled my neck.

I swallowed. "Yeah. They're real. I don't know exactly how they got there, but it does have something to do with you," I answered. 

He was silent for a moment before he spoke up again.

"Ash?"

"Yeah?"

"You're not human, are you?"

I tensed up. Shit. This wasn't how I was supposed to tell him.

"You're a demon, aren't you?"

I swallowed again before answering.

"Yeah, I'm a demon."

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Sorry if this made no sense. All will be explained in the next chapter. 

I'm so tired today. It was just mentally draining. It doesn't help that yesterday was emotionally draining, and I still haven't quite recovered from that. But, one thing always makes me feel better: Writing!! So here you go, I might update the next chapter later.