The Haunting

Chapter Twelve Part III

It's the beginning of the second fucking day of torture. I cannot stand sitting this close to Tori much longer. Plus, we had gotten into a fight yesterday, and I had made her, well, not cry, but sniffle uncontrollably as one might do to stop themselves from crying. I had to listen to the whole schpiel too.

Tori and I might not get along, but that doesn't mean I want to hear her not-cry cry. Not only did she make me feel like a douche, bust she made me feel bad for protecting my brother. That's pretty goddamned hard to do. However, she did sound genuine about her concerns, and I have been looking for said strange behavior from Simon.

I haven't seen any so far, but then again, I didn't quite know what I was looking for in the first place.

I looked down at Chloe, she was sleeping , resting on my shoulder. She looked so fragile in sleep, but in real life she was as strong as any person could be. And she was mine.

When I was younger I met a werewolf, and he was one of the lucky ones. He had found his mate. I remember his words as clear as day, even though I had met him at least seven years ago. "Trust me, boy, you'll know when you find her. She'll seem like an angel had descended form heaven just for you. Your own personal angel. You would risk anything and everything for her. Even your own soul."

And in the Supernatural world your soul was everything. If it was gone, you had no chance to be reborn into the world again. And in the alternate plane where demons existed, your soul was a plaything. They torture you till your soul literally disintegrates unto itself because of the pain inflicted. And usually that took at least five hundred years. If you were lucky. And then the demon is supposed to save your soul dust, or whatever you want to call it, in little jars to display to the public. The more you had, the more you were respected. I had read about it in "Demons: What you need to know About them" By Allen Schafer, a telekinetic half-demon.

I think Chloe was my mate, it certainly felt like the man was describing it. I looked down at her again, and just looked at her face. Her mouth was slightly parted, and her cheeks were flushed with a delicate rosy hue. Her hair fell in her face, little wisps brushing her lashes.

Her hair was currently colored brown with neon blue highlights. I thought the idea was preposterous, but she thought that because the hair drew so much attention, people could think that she had nothing to hide, and would soon get bored and look away. That's the only reason Kit let her do it in the first place. I still thought it was incredibly stupid. So far it had worked though, I'll give her that.

Just then I got the feeling someone was watching me. I shifted myself, and looked for the person without them knowing that's what I was doing. After a few second of shifting and looking, I saw Simon, glaring at me. Then smiling at Chloe.