Angel's Wings

Demi-Devil

Two weeks went by. No sign of Brendon. Jon was telling me I should be scared. I was busy rebuilding my life.

"He's past a demon at this point, I don't even know if there is a word for what he has become. It's probably too rare, and anyone who is unfortunate enough to be around it, dies too quick to think of a name."

"Demi-Devil?" I threw out.

"Where did you get that from?"

"Read it somewhere probably, but if he is this horrible thing now he most likely is off somewhere like Sin City, not following me around. Just relax."

"No, things like him, they feed off of creating chaos. A place like Las Vegas is just a bunch of snacks. They thrive on creations that are on a much bigger scale. They fix on a certain situation, a person. They'll take them one at a time, the equivalent a full course meal. You are his. He will come to you eventually, but by then it'll already be too late."

"For something so rare it has no name, you sure know a lot about their habits. Besides if you're so scared, leave. Run while you still can."

"My pack and I live by a strict moral code, you know this. What kind of leader would I be, if I set the example to leave a clueless girl all alone to a 'Demi-Devil' as you put it."

"I am not clueless."

Jon sighed. "Right, you're also as headstrong as Brendon, and prideful as Ryan." That stung. Two qualities they would always point out to each other as their weaknesses, and yet I was being pinned with both of them.

It hurt every time someone would mention Ryan but I refused to let my emotions ever get the best of me. Not again. So I always let Jon talk about them both whenever or however. This was almost like a new form of training to me, and I felt like I needed it. I never knew how distracting training was for me, something to focus completely on, to ignore the rest of the world for.

   "I can take care of myself."

   "I know you can, but you don't know what you're messing with. You'll be better off if you're not alone."

   "Just don't end up dead."

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I was only now starting to be able to relax without constantly getting calls from friends and family, so me and F/N decided to have a movie night at 7:00. It was 7:15.

The front door opened to reveal my slightly red in face best friend. She walked in, smiling at the ground, seeming to not notice me sitting on the couch, watching her intently.

"So who's the lucky guy? ...Or girl.?" I asked.

Her head snapped up, startled. "Oh- uh. No on- Oh my gosh, I am so sorry. I completely spaced! I'm such a terrible best friend."

"Okay, yeah apologize later, who was that?"

"Just some guy, he- uh just moved in across the street."

   "We have a new neighbor? What's he like?"

   "Well, he's- uh..."

   "Wow, I didn't take you to be the type to get some and run." I laughed.

   She blushed. "No! I swear, he's just a hard person to describe... He's very charming, and... mysterious, you could say."

   "Well did you have fun with your dark prince from across the street?"

   She rolled her eyes, as she sat down. "Yes, actually."

   "What kind of fun?" I wiggled my eyebrows.