Demon //m.c//

Chapter 18

Nothing. I felt nothing. I was empty.

Amelia's gone.

Pictures that represented my childhood with her lay in front of me. The two small girls grinned in each of them.

If only the younger us knew how this story would end.

Michael needed to be stopped. There was no doubt he was a demon.

"Grieving over your stupid little friend?".

Michael had a devilish grin plastered on his pale face, some how he had found his way into the corner of my room.

"Get out, or you'll regret ever coming near me." I growled.

"You can't make me.".

"Oh yes I can!" I screamed at him.

"You're angry at me? I wonder why..." He chuckled.

"You killed Amelia!" The feeling of nothingness was replace with immense anger.

"Oh Poppy..." He smirked, before flashing a demonic grin at me. "That's what demons do." His eyes were as red as blood. That's pretty red.

"That's it!" I screeched, grabbing the nearest object, and lunging towards him. I pinned him on the floor.

I held what happened to be a butter knife above me.

"You wouldn't." I think I saw some fear in his. Probably what he saw, before he killed people. It's probably what kept him going.

"Oh, I would." It was my turn to smirk.

I looked into his eyes one last time.

They were still on fire, glowing bright.

I guess I'm as bad as he is, because no one would ever see those red eyes again.