Exiled

Chapter 11: The Ceremony

ANGEL

            Everything over the last couple of days was a blur. I hadn’t paid much attention to anything. Going to the club had been an excuse to clear my head from all of the conflicting thoughts in my head thanks to Saphira. One minute I wanted to lock her up in the dungeon and torture her slowly, listening to her scream in pain, but the next minute I wanted that scream to be of pleasure instead of pain. Seeing her with that bastard Bobby was the snapping point. I wanted to kill him for touching her, especially in a way that I hadn’t. I wanted to rip him apart limb by limb and down the middle. He didn’t get to touch her that way. He didn’t get to bring her pleasure. I was the only one allowed to do that. I wanted to take his fingers one by one with gardening shears so they could never touch her again. I wanted to pull his fangs out with tongs so that his only nature and reason for being was destroyed. He should have greatly appreciated the fact that Nirva stepped in when she did, because if I had gotten him securely in my clutches I would’ve dragged him out of there by his face and done exactly each of the aforementioned things.

            When we got home I was just so fed up and angry that all I wanted to do was go to sleep before I did something I wouldn’t regret. I wanted to rip something apart and watch it bleed. I wasn’t even paying the slightest attention to Saphira until she yelled at me.

“ANGEL, WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT BACK THERE!?!”

“What do you mean,” I asked coolly.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME? YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT!”

“No I am not kidding you, as you say.”

“YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE DONE THAT!”

“Done what?”

“YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE TRIED TO BEAT UP BOBBY! HE DID NOTHING WRONG!”

“He bit you. You’re mine,” I said matter-of-factly. I was playing it cool, trying not to get angry and accidently kill the girl, but she was really starting to piss me off, which only made me calmer.

“I AM NOT YOURS!”

“Yes, you are.” I sat down on the couch, trying to ignore her and get away from her shrill screaming in my sensitive ears, but she only came around and stood in front of me.

“I. AM. NOT. YOURS. AND IF I WAS THEN YOU SHOULD REALLY FEEL BAD!”

“I’ll humor you. Why?”

“HUMOR ME? REALLY? YOU WERE ALL OVER ICKY VICKY THEN GOT MAD AT BOBBY FOR BEING ALL OVER ME! YOU ARE SUCH A HYPOCRITE!”

“As I said you’re mine whether you like it or not.”

“WELL YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO ME. YOU DON’T EVEN DESERVE ME. BOBBY SHOULD’VE KIDNAPPED. HE’D BE MUCH BETTER THAN YOU!” She tried to walk away and I grabbed her. She was going to listen. That was it for me. She should have known better and it was time to finally teach her some manners. She had no idea. That bloodsucker could’ve killed her. He was no better than me. I had heard about the girls he kept locked in his basement and everything he had done to them. Did she think I wouldn’t run a quick back-up check on the guy? Did she not trust me and what I had to say? Her anger was blinding her to who was really caring for her.

“That boy does not deserve you,” I spat.

“COMPARED TO YOU HE DOES,” she shouted in my face.

“Don’t you dare lower me and compare me to him. I am the one and only and he will never compare,” I said, feeling my anger rise and with it the volume of my voice.

“AT LEAST HE IS’T A HYPOCRITE!”

“I’M NOT A HYPOCRITE.”

“YES YOU ARE. YOU BIT ICKY VICKY AND GROUND UP ALL OVER HER AND LET HER PRACTICALLY HAVE SEX WITH YOU WITH CLOTHES ON THEN YOU COME AND BEAT UP BOBBY FOR THE SAME AT A MUCH LOWER LEVEL THAN WHAT YOU DID WITH THAT WHORE!” I laughed at her and slapped her across the face. She fell to the floor, which served her right. She had better have been glad that I hadn’t done what I had originally envisioned, which was to rip her throat out and throw it back into her face.