Barely An Angel (Completed)

9~ Foiled Plans

My heart pounded as I neared where Demeille said he'd be, unsure if I should hide in the shadows or go over there and wait for him to show. Since he is a blackeye, we had to wait until the sun began to set in order to meet. The suns rays aren't nearly as much of a threat to me as they are to him, due in part to a blackeye's high susceptibility to sunlight and also to the fact that I'm half angel and the vampire side of me isn't a blackeye. I don't know if I can become one even if I wanted to, or how that would even work for me.

After what must have been five solid minutes passed, and still no Demeille, I decided to finally show myself and make my way underneath the glow of the street light and sit on the bench. "Alright, Demeille, you can show yourself," I scoffed, unsure if I was even talking to anyone. The early evening was silent, save for a few crickets singing in the small field nearby. I could feel my heart pound in my ears now; something was definitely up. After some time had passed, I decided to get up and leave. As I stood up from the bench, I heard the crunch of leaves behind me. I turned around, arms crossed, and saw the silhouette of someone I assumed to be Demeille approaching me. "Finally," I sighed.

But the silhouette made no sarcastic response; no noise at all. Instead, it began to speed up until it was right in front of me. By the time I saw who it was, it was already too late. They knocked me over the head with what must've been a brick, and I was out cold.

* * *

As I came to, I heard laughter; mocking laughter coming from not one, but two people. Masculine voices. A piercing pain made itself known on the side of my head. I had no idea what was going on. I tried to speak, but my throat was dry.

"Oh look, she's awake," one of the voices said. It was vaguely familiar, yet I couldn't quite place my finger on it. I tried swallowing to see if that would help my throat, and it did, a little bit.

"Who...who are you? Where...am I?" My voice was scratchy and I could barely understand myself. My vision was blurry, so I couldn't exactly see who it was that was with me just yet.

"Wow, she's really out of it," one of the people laughed. "How hard did you hit her?"

"Hard enough," the other responded smugly. "Well, shall we?" I could just make out them nodding at each other, before the one closest to me grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. I yelped in pain, my vision becoming spotty.

"Ramona, I can't believe how stupid you really are," he said, chuckling. That chuckle...his voice...

"Demeille?" I coughed out. With that, everything flooded back at once. The texts, the waiting, standing up and seeing a silhouette charge at me...his silhouette...hitting me on the side of the head...I cried out as I suddenly felt a piercing headache ravage my brain. "I...I don't understand...why...are you doing this?" I cried, only just then realizing that I was tied down on a metal chair, my hands restrained behind my back.

"You're always getting in my way, Ramona. I see something, I want it, and I'm usually able to just...reach right out and take it," he lifted his arm above his head to illustrate. "But because of you, I can't do that right now, and it's really getting on my nerves."

"I don't...understand," I breathed.

He rolled his eyes. "Alright, let me spell it out for you." His grip on my hair tightened. "Ever since Nathan came to our school, Adrien and I wanted him for lunch. Dario prefers only preying on people who want to die, which is super inconvenient. But you keep defending Nathan, which is getting Hamiel involved, and if he becomes any more involved, my father will jump in. And it won't be pretty if it gets to that point." He yanked my hair once more before letting go, motioning with a wave of his fingers for Adrien to come next to him.

"You'll be happy to know that we've come up with a solution to our problem," Adrien informed me sarcastically. "We figured that you'd stop getting in our way if we wanted the same thing."

I furrowed my brows in confusion. "What do you mean?" I coughed.

Demeille smirked at Adrien before looking straight at me. "We mean that you'll stop preventing us from killing Nathan if you want to kill him, too."

"That'll never happen," I croaked. "I would never want to kill him, so your plan's foiled already."

Demeille raised his eyebrow at Adrien, who swiftly turned on his heel, opened a nearby mini-fridge, and returned with a blood bag. "Drink up."

My eyes widened in terror. "No! Get that away from me! I won't drink it!" I screamed. If a nyris-drinking vampire consumes real blood, they'll become a blackeye. I dont want to be a monster.

"Oh yes, you will," Demeille growled, grabbing my chin and roughly lifting my head up while Adrien opened the blood bag and held it over me. A few drops fell on my cheek, as I refused to open my mouth.

Demeille nodded at Adrien, and then Adrien kicked my shin as hard as he possibly could, causing me to scream out in pain. He used those few seconds to empty the blood bag into my mouth, which caused me to gag in disgust. Demeille now held my mouth closed until I was forced to swallow the blood. Tears streamed down my cheeks when the weight of what just happened fell upon me.

My muscles burned intensely as if a fire was roaring all around me. I screamed in agony, resenting what I was becoming. Demeille and Adrien backed up and watched from a few feet away as a last burst of energy flowed through me. The fire was now gone, but in its wake was a burning thirst...for real, human blood. Demeille found a dirty, cracked mirror on the ground next to him and held it up to my face.

I closed my eyes, not wanting to see the face of the monster I had become. But Demeille yanked my hair again. "You have to look, Ramona. Look at yourself." And so, to avoid further torturing, I opened my eyes. In my distorted reflection, I saw that my skin was paler and my eyes...my eyes were a deep chasm of black darkness; all traces of their former golden glow were gone. And as much as I hated to admit it...

It was as though I was seeing myself for the very first time.