Eyes Like Hellfire [Completed]

Chapter 9

*Zoe's POV*

It got into my home.

It hurt Vic.

It tore my house to shreds.

It hurt Vic.

And I could do nothing but watch. I watched the violence, I saw the blood, I felt the rage of the thing inside me, and it was all directed at the man whom I loved like a father. I was helpless as it attacked him, my protector, one of the only people in this world that I actually could, and did, trust. I was unable to do anything but watch as this demon controlled my body.

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I opened the door slowly, a sly smile playing across my face, one that wasn't mine. No one met me in the front hallway. But that's exactly what it wanted. The door closed behind me, the lock a whisper in the corridor. It was silent, almost eerily so. I silently prayed to a God I didn't believe in that Vic wasn't home, that he was out, that he was safe.

I could feel the thirst for blood and the longing for violence from corners of the body that I no longer had power over. Even with everything that I'd learned, it was too strong for me. And that was nearly physically petrifying. It had so much more power than me; even I could see that, though I had more arrogance in my veins than blood.

The ghosts in Boston.

The shape shifter in Long Island.

The one low-level demon in Maine.

They were nothing; nothing compared to him. They were nothing compared to Tenebris.

"Tenebris." How fitting considering all the violence I could feel, all the darkness. There was the absence of a human spirit, of a soul. The void in it chilled me to the core, a sign of pure evil, a lack of humanity.

It walked over to the kitchen, grabbing a knife from the counter. I watched as it slid the knife into my jacket pocket, concealing it. And that made my heart race even faster.

We tip toed out of the kitchen and into the dining room, careful not to make any noise. So when we heard something that wasn't the sound of our breathing, we knew that he was here. Our head snapped to the right, the direction from which the noise came. The living room. Our feet then followed.

I heard a faint curse before I saw him. He then looked up from the coffee table that he had obviously bumped into. I was screaming inside my mind for him to run, to leave, to escape, that this was too dangerous even for him, but he couldn't hear me. No one could hear me. My cries were lost to the silence, and then I heard us speak with my own goddamn voice.

"Hey, Vic. How've you been?"

Before I could have even blinked, his hand was behind his back and out again, a gun in it this time.

"You don't fool me, Tenebris."

The smile was then wiped off of our face, a sneer quickly replacing it. Our stance changed to a protective one, and our body grew stiff again.

"If you know who I am, then you also know that the gun in your hand is useless in killing me."

"I know. But it'll hurt your vessel, at least. Slow you down."

"But you wouldn't shoot your precious Zoe, now would you?"

He cocked the gun, pointing it at our body.