Maybe, probably.

Chapter 10: Asher

Beautiful. So, so, so beautiful.

That was all that was going through my head when I saw her leaning against her window sill, eyes closed and feeling the crisp night air. 

And now all she's thinking right now is-

"You." She hissed in my face, my smile spreading so wide it hurt.

Her room smelled like her. My demon breathed it in, savored it. 

"Hello, Princess." I purred.

Some emotion flickered in her expression before she remembered where and what was happening to her right now, and shoved me off her with a hard shoulder.

I flipped onto my back, grimacing from my wound on her still warm bed, while she retreated into the corner of her bedroom, visibly shaking. 

Good job. Now she's scared of you. But...

Maybe that's best. Maybe that's better than getting close to someone again and breaking them. 

Losing them.

I rose to my feet, limping a few feet closer to her.

"Don't scream, Quinn. Don't try call anyone either." 

Her pupils flailed and she grabbed a sneaker from her perfectly organized collection, and rose it above her head, ready to annihilate me with it if need be.

I almost snorted.

Remember why you're here. Remember who you're working for.

I crossed my arms in the dark, wincing a bit. 

Curse you, Conan. 

The only sound between us was her panting, uneven breaths.

She glanced quickly to my shirt, no doubt seeping with blood after my run-in with Conan.

"You're bleeding." She said quietly.

Interesting; everything about this girl was interesting. 

I peeled back my t-shirt to see the damage. A large cut was leaking crimson.

I must have landed on something during our fight. That sucks.

"God have mercy." She breathed, her body slumping a bit, eyes fixed on the cut. 

"Don't worry princess. I'll live."

She met my eyes, she tensed again, angling the shoe higher. 

"I was right about you-you c-creep." She stuttered, hitting the wall of her room.

I smirked. "It's not like that."

"No?" She said sarcastically, but I could hear and see her shaking from here.

"No." I echoed.

Silence. Again.

It was still so dark in here, I could only see her rich, dark brown eyes. 

"Why are you here? D-did you take..." She trailed off and I had a feeling why.

I took a step forward and she pushed up against the wall even more.

"No. No, Quinn. I did not take Kayla. I would never hurt anyone." I said quietly.

Liar.

For a split second I could have sworn relief flickered in her eyes.

"T-then why are you here?" 

"I need help." 

"With what?"

I snorted and looked down at the blood seeping through my shirt.

She hesitantly dropped the shoe and had the nerve to look embarrassed.

"Oh, yes, yes. I'll just get my Gram-"

"No!" I crossed the distance between us and she tensed again.

She's scared. Be gentle.

"Just don't tell anyone, please. I just need a bandage and a new shirt, if that's ok." I asked with a fake vulnerable voice.

Liar. Liar, liar, liar—

She touched my shoulder. "Ok, ok, just- its gonna be ok. Let me get some stuff from downstairs. Don't move." 

Her eyes met my own for what felt like an eternity before she slipped away from me and disappeared out the door before clicking it shut.

Left alone in Quinn's room, blood starting to clot from my wound, my powers crying out to let it heal me, but I guess I have a reason to be here now.  I sighed.

Hope is pointless.

I trudged over to the window by the vanity, decked out with Polaroid pictures of Quinn and others.

I grabbed one of her and Kayla. They both looked so young and happy. 

Quinn's hair was so short, up to her chin. Kayla looked the same as I last saw her, a younger version of herself, high cheekbones downright cutting your soul through the picture. 

I actually flinched a bit at that.

So innocent and full of life. 

And I was here to ruin that all. She will most likely hate me.

With good reason.

I placed the picture back onto the mirror, sighing. 

I looked out the window into the pitch black lawn, forest seeping tar colored mist that covered the earth. A sign, perhaps. 

Trouble is coming and soon. 

I needed to take her to him now. Before its too late.

I slumped onto the wall, rubbing my temples. 

How in the world would you get her to come with you without revealing too much? 

Maybe I could explain to her. Tell her everything- she'd under—

AAAAHHHHH!

Quinn's scream shattered through the darkness and silence of the house. 

Shattered through my self control.

Shattered my barrier on my demon.

My wound stitched up and healed in a second, preparing. 

And as I felt the present of who was here and why, there was no stopping it now.

He's here for her. And if he does anything at all...

He's dead. 

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