Of Feathers and Fire - Book 2

Chapter 11

Willow's POV

He is finally asleep, this day has been more than enough for me to handle. He cried in the shower and I think he didn't know I heard but it really pulled at my heart strings. He really loves me, this demon who bound me and almost killed me loves me. He went from being a hard ridged ''man'' to the softest person in hell.

It made me worry about his reputation but the one the saving grace about him and his demeanor was the dark side of this man. When the voices came forward and his darkness overcame him it made me feel scared, so scared.

I sighed and rolled over onto my back and looked at the ceiling, peaceful.

''oh Hunter'' I whispered ''I wish you could do this without me''

I rubbed the mark and smiled at the warmth emanating from it.

I wished my phoenix side stayed dormant. A few weeks ago I started noticing changes to my body, inside and out. When I got really mad I could almost feel my skin and soul burst into fire and the way I killed that vampire, even I wasn't sure what I was doing but for the most part, I enjoyed it and that made me wonder, maybe it is time to go back.

I closed my eyes and finally gave into the trembling sleep that was pulling me in

''Oh Willow'' my mother stated as I walked into the room in my white dress ''you look like an angel'' and she wrapped me up in her arms

''Momma I want to go outside and play'' I demanded stamping my little feet

''Willow you are in your new dress'' my mother folded her arms

''I can take it off and put my old clothes on please'' my bottom lip quivered

My mother sighed ''sure baby''

Running up to my room I looked at the elongated mirror and removed my dress and when I looked up I was fully grown with my horns out of my head and my wings stretched wide. My eyes were golden and my nails long, they looked claw like. I looked around the room and saw that the room had been burnt and there was nothing in the room anymore but ashes.

I put my hands on my head as the voice spoke to me

''he deserved it Willow'' the voice snarled ''he was going to hurt you''

I shook my head and fell onto my haunches

''no no no'' I whispered

''yes Willow he is the serpent and we are the creators'' the voice triumphed

I continued to rock

''he almost killed us!'' the voice snapped again ''now get up and marvel your work''

I started to shake my head

''I didn't mean too'' I whimpered

''yes you did'' the voice spoke ''you woke me and now we are one''

I rocked

''get up!'' the voice shouted

My body shot up and I looked in the mirror again, my naked body now soaked in blood, fresh blood and my horns were soaked as well

''look at what you have done to defend those you love'' he voice said, almost soothing ''you saved us''

I closed my eyes and then opened them again to be standing in the mirror absolutely human. I ran my fingers through my hair and touched the top of my head where my horns were supposed to be and I touched my shoulders, no wings. I looked at the person in front of me and a single tear ran down my face but it wasn't clear I was crying blood.

''Willow supper is ready child'' a male voice boomed through the house

I quickly grabbed the bed sheets and covered myself but as I went out the room I fell. I kept falling.

I woke with my whole body being shaken violently and I heard Hunters voice

''Willow!'' he shook me ''wake up!''

My eyes shot open and Hunters features were sharper and I I could smell is worry and taste his hastiness like lava flowing down my throat

''Willow are you okay?'' he said looked down at me, a look emphasizing an answer

''Yes'' I croaked out

''Another bad dream?'' he asked lifting me onto his chest

''I guess you could say that'' I remembered the feeling I had felt while I was falling, my stomach tightened and I drew my legs closer to Hunters body.

''Hunter I think my phoenix is starting to come out'' I said softly

''I know'' he cooed as he ran his fingers through my hair ''she has been trying to contact you for weeks hasn't she?'' he asked

I shot up and looked at him

''How did you know?'' I spat

''Calm down love'' he said straightening himself up ''I could feel something happening to the mark and then I could see your changes'' he gestured to my body ''the smoke, the snakes'' he looked at my horns ''these horns that grow larger when you are on the verge of letting go''

I sighed

''Your right'' I breathed out ''but I don't think my phoenix is a very calm one''

''No phoenix is'' he spoke ''they all have malicious streaks in them but they only really come out when you need to protect yourself or your world or your loved ones''

Or your loved ones made me remember my dream and my heart lurched in my chest, would I have to kill someone to protect Hunter?

''Willow you are pale'' he stroked my cheek ''what is it?''

''In my dream I killed someone to protect myself and a loved one'' I looked at Hunter

He chuckled ''at least you know what you can'' his shoulders slumped ''the voices, the dark side of me, they have killed a lot of creatures and they only come if I call them or if I am in grave danger'' he was fiddling with his hands in his lap ''they make me a demon to be feared'' and then his head shot straight towards me, his eyes locking with mine and sending shivers down my spine ''you need to become one with your phoenix or else she might just take over''

''Is that what happened to you?'' I asked resting my hand on his shoulder

''Yes'' he sighed ''the dark part of me took over when I lost my mother''

I kissed his cheek

''We all have to go through some sort of rebellious stage'' I chuckled ''yours just involved more of a gruesome and whoresome twist''

His cheeks flushed and he held my hands

''Willow I love you'' he kissed my knuckles and sent shivers up my spine ''I will never let anything happen to you'' he started kissing my hands ''you are mine and mine alone'' his head snapped up again and I felt the mark starting to show signs of evil

''you are ours'' his dark voices warned ''we will always be yours little one''

I slapped Hunter across his face and climbed out of bed

''You ought to be ashamed of yourselves!'' I snapped and stormed out the room

How dare he let his voices take control, he knows I don't like them and he knows that I can feel how evil they really are. I sighed as I reached the kitchen

Mine kept repeating in my mind and I reached for a glass.

''Mine'' I heard being whispered in my mind, like I was answering his voices with my own

I realised that this was probably all in my head and I shrugged it off when I felt something run itself through my wings.

I turned around and was met with a deafening blow to my head and it all turned black.