The Death of Me

3. Curly

When we arrived in the cafe we settled in a free booth and started talking about what we missed from each others lives.

After a minute the waitress came to our table and took our orders. When she came back with our cappuccinos I noticed someone familiar out of the corner of my left eye.

It was him again. The boy I met the other night and the one who wouldn't let me save Natasha. 

What was he doing here?

I thought I would just ignore him at first and finish my cappuccino, but he kept glancing at me so I just gave up. I told Calla I got an important text and that I had to go home. I felt bad for lying to her, but I had to find out what he wanted. I exited the cafe and waited for him to come out too. When he did, I had no intentions to be polite to him.

"What do you want?" I asked rather harshly.

"Not here, follow me."

He was about to start walking God knows where when he noticed that I wasn't planning on moving.

"Why should I?" I asked when he turned to face me again.

"Just do as you're said for once," he sighed.

I didn't want to but I agreed anyway.

He lead us in an empty alley and leaned on a wall while running a hand through his dark locks of hair in a way that would make any girl drool.

"What, you're planning on killing me?" I asked, annoyed by him more and more with every second that passed.

"No. But the demon is," he answered nonchalantly.

"What are you talking about?"

A demon was trying to kill me? Is he serious?

"Your friend Natasha is dead, the demon that was with her killed her by taking all her energy and soul. Then he took her appearance too so he could search for new victims and become more powerful. This morning when you approached him in your school he found his new target. You. And he isn't wasting any time either. He was following you when you went to your friends house. He also knows of all your powers, making you an even more desired target."

I was shocked and sad that Natasha died. Just this morning I was relived that she was okay and now it turns out that wasn't even her. The anger I felt for this boy when he dragged me away returned but I felt more anger for the demon. That demon would pay with his life. I would make sure of that. I knew that this stupid boy would try to stop me in revenge so I didn't comment anything on that. Instead I decided to ask how he knew where he could find me.

"Are you stalking me?"

"I tell you that a powerful demon wants you to die a horrible death and take your soul and all you gather is that I was stalking you?"

Ha! He didn't deny it!

"Who are you even?"

"I'll tell you when I'll think you should know that information."

"Why are you telling me all this?"

"It's my job to stop him. Letting him get to you or someone else will just strengthen him and make my job more difficult," he shrugged. 

"How did you know what I am?"

"You sure do ask a lot of questions," he said and chuckled silently to himself.

"And you do a shitty job answering them," I retorted.

"I can recognize a witch when I see her. And you are really obvious."

I am really obvious? He can go to hell. 

"Look, I have to go home. Bye."

I turned around and started walking but he caught my hand.

"Be careful," he said and let go of my hand.

I continued making my way out of the alley and then down the street to where my car was parked. I unlocked my car, got into it and started the long ride home.

After an hour I arrived home. The sun was already down and it started getting dark. I walked up to the front door which was wide open. Something was wrong. I stepped into the house and boy, did I have something to see in the living room. The black leather couch that was in the middle of the room had claw marks all over it. The lamp was smashed on the floor. The grey fluffy carpet was full of glass from the broken glass table. All the pictures were thrown on the floor with their frames broken.  

What the hell happened here? Did someone break in?

As I thought about who would have done this, I remembered what the boy said. He said that the demon followed me to my friends house. He probably found out where I live too. At that moment I heard something smash upstairs.

I'm in deep shit. What if he's still here in one of the rooms upstairs?

I walked out of the house careful not to make too much noise.

What am I going to do now? I can't even get into my own house. 

"Something wrong?" asked the boy who's name I still don't know. Seriously, from now on I'm calling him Curly. And why is he appearing everywhere?

"No, everything is fine. Except the fact that someone broke into my house of course," I said, feeling sarcastic.

"What? Do you know who broke into it?" asked Curly while furrowing his brows.

"Yeah. I wanted my friends to play a prank on me so I told them to break into my house," I told him sarcastically and then continued, "No. But I think that the person who broke in is still here. That's why I'm outside," I said making him frown.

"Come on, we're going to check. Stay close to me just in case."

We quietly started walking in the house and towards the room where the noise was heard from which was the guest room.  Curly was walking in front of me and just as we reached the door to the guest room he collided with someone. It was a boy who looked our age. He had short blond hair and was quite attractive.

"Who the hell are you mutt?" asked Curly with a voice full of menace. In the short time I knew him, I never heard him talk like this. He obviously hated this boys guts already.  

"I could ask you the same question," the boy practically growled.