Angle or Demon

A Light In The Dark

I awoke next to something warm. I remembered the days when I was young and I slept close to Andy. I totally forgot what happened the night before. Someone's arm was draped over me. I rolled over to find my nose was touching Bruno's. Everything came flooding back. I ran into Bruno early yesterday. I drank some beers, watched some movies, and played some Call Of Duty with him. "Hey Nikki." he smiled when he saw my face. "Hey, um, I gotta go. See us around I guess." I said and rolled away from him. I changed into the clothes I worn to there in the bathroom downstairs. I opened the door and slammed it shut. I ran down the side walk for a bit and then looked at his window. I saw him standing the with his golden eyes. A tear was forming. I shook my head and kept running. Even though my house was only two houses down I ran. I had to run. The last time I fell in love. Well he had made me mad about something. It had been two years. He mad me really mad. Like really, really mad. Then, something came out. Something that resided in the shadows for so long I had forgotten it was there. I had always felt its presence, I had always known that whatever I did moved it closer to the surface. So I'd tried to keep it in the darkness. I'd tried to push it down deeper inside. But that only made it worse. So when he made me mad. It pushed its way to the surface. This was something I hadn't felt since my parents left me. It pushed at me hard. It was trying to break out of me. It wanted to be free. I told him to run as calm as I could but he just stood there. it broke through. It made its way to the surface. It brushed passed the good inside of me. and it was showing through the angle. The demon. The crazy. The insane. The evil. The bad. The demon was there and there was nothing I could do about it. So if you've seen Ghost Rider it's sort of like that, but worse. It's kind of like the dementors kiss from Harry Potter. Also worse then that. So what happened was this: my skin turned black, my eyes turned blood red, my nails grew into a long jagged blood red claw, my hair burst into flames, my teeth turned short and sharp, I was hungry for soul. My prey stood right in front of me. I cocked my head to the side. I walked toward him with my head still cocked. He was frozen in shock. There was nothing he could do. For a moment I was there with him, there was no demon, the was no angel, it was just me, a normal girl and a normal boy. "Look, Nikki, if I die today because of you, don't blame yourself, blame me. I'm the one who brought you to this. It's my fault. So if I die, don't go around for the rest of your life not letting anyone love you." he said and touched my face. I grabbed his hand and held it there, I didn't want to let go. "Cole. Just run. Run before I can catch you. Please Cole, please run." I pleaded and squeezed his hand. I started to cry, I kept on repeating: please, please Cole, please, please Cole. Over and over until he vanished I was a demon again and he was frozen. My angel self was banging from the inside telling me not to do this and telling me that I love him. But I did I killed him. I sucked out his soul and drank his blood. Then the demon was gone and the angel was back. Fortunately Cole still had some soul left but very little. I knelt beside him. He touched my face and I held his hand there. His eyes fluttered. He smiled. "Cole stay with me, Cole don't leave me, Cole keep your eyes open, Cole please don't do this to me, please Cole, please." I cried and squeezed his hand. Tears streamed my face. I layed my head on his chest and wrapped his arm around myself. "Just like the old times." he coughed. His body went cold. I layed there and cried. I cried for what seemed like forever.

PRESENT

I sat under a tree. My leg was bleeding. I must have stumbled and fell in the midst of my flashback. I was sweating. My own hand was one my own face. I started to cry. I cried until Andy and Kenny came and took me home. That night I relived that memory again. I woke up with a bloody nose and tears covering my face. I walked into the bathroom and washed off my face. I looked into the mirror. What was I doing. Why was I still doing this. I'd already killed someone. I don't want to risk another. But I have to.