The Fallen HODWIII

Chapter 2 : Heat

**Venice Claire's POV:**

“Dren! Have you finished cooking?” Cassy yelled as she walked toward the kitchen.

“Not yet! And if you’re hungry, then just grab some snacks,” Drena replied, her voice tinged with frustration.

I ignored their banter, lying on my bed with earphones in, lost in the melody of “Got to Believe in Magic.”

Have you ever pondered what real happiness is? What does it feel like? Does your heart skip a beat when you hold it in your hands?

The world is full of strangers. Among the billions of people, only a few will play a significant role in your life, and only one will steal your heart and walk down the aisle with you, fulfilling a shared future.

Though I may seem indifferent, I too have dreamt of marriage. Will I still have that chance? Will I ever experience that joy?

I promised Dad I’d return to the Dark World in five years. After one year, I have only four remaining to stay with the person I love.

I never break a promise. But they, too, must keep theirs—the promise of granting me freedom for this allotted time.

It’s five in the morning, and the two are bickering again. But my thoughts are consumed by him. I can’t waste another moment.

The burning desire within me builds, heat radiating as visions of him replay in my mind—his touches, his kisses, his smiles. It feels so fresh, as if it just happened. My face warms at the thought of his warm body pressed against mine.

I can’t hold it anymore.

My hands clench as my eyes shift from the bed to the window. In a blink, they turn black.

Drena and Cassy seem lost in their own world, focused solely on Drena’s cooking. I seize the moment to leap down, my eyes flickering red for an instant before returning to black. I have no intention of harming them; I need Xenon more than I need to kill.

Confusion swirls within me—my actions are contradictory. There’s a pull from my monster beyond pain, a strange sensation that resembles love. Is this how powerful love can be?

My heart races uncontrollably, mirroring the speed of my feet. Before I know it, I’ve reached the Insigma Fighters Mansion, and I look up at his window on the second floor, inhaling his familiar scent—more enticing than anything else in the world.

I don’t knock. I don’t want to disturb anyone still sleeping, so I decide to climb up. Perched on the edge of his window, I sit, allowing his presence to envelop me.

I need to calm my monster; she craves him, and just feeling him nearby is not enough. Yet a voice within urges me to go inside.

No. I refuse to let my monster take control; I’ll reign her in. Closing my eyes again, I can hear his steady breathing, the soft sound of his snores. He’s still sleeping. Suddenly, a vision of him playing frisbee yesterday flashes in my mind, his toned muscles accentuated by a wet shirt, droplets of sweat making him look even hotter. Heat wells up inside me again.

Suddenly, the window on the opposite side opens, and I sense the familiar dark aura. I stay still.

“Will you just stay there?” she asks blankly, devoid of emotion, her dark aura unchanged.

Even with my eyes closed, I know what’s happening around me; sometimes, I find my closed eyes clearer than my opened ones.

I nod.

“Want me to tell him?” she inquires, her words flat.

Though Uno and I share similarities, we are different in key ways. She’s completely bipolar, while I deal with multiple personality disorder.

“Don’t you dare,” I reply coldly.

“Something is changing within you… what is it?” she murmurs, curiosity lacing her tone.

“Go,” I command, wanting to end this conversation.

She nods, her face still expressionless. “Yes, master.” And with that, she closes the window.

I sigh, recognizing that the killer within me is evolving. The urge to kill is now overshadowed by something peculiar. I will understand it in time.

I breathe calmly, knowing he’s near me… four more years.

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**Xenon's POV:**

I opened my eyes to find myself in a familiar place. Where am I? It feels like I’ve been here before. Looking around, the old mansion is filled with antique vases and relics, but then I hear the sound of cries.

My heart starts pounding; déjà vu! I’ve been here before—this same nightmare.

My feet instinctively lead me toward the cries, and I find myself standing before a door. I open it and see stairs leading down to the basement.

Fear grips me. The darkness envelops me, but a ray of moonlight filters through the window, casting a faint glow. The cries continue, pushing me forward until I step down onto the last stair… and see her.

The little girl. Pain wells in my chest as I look at her, pity crashing over me. She’s curled in a ball, her head hanging low, her sobs muffled. Chains bind her, and I can see the dried blood on her ripped white shirt, but her face remains hidden.

My eyes blur, and a tear slips down my cheek.

“Help me…” Her whisper pierces my heart, sending a stab of anguish through me.

I approach her slowly, but as I reach out, I hear footsteps behind me. I turn and see a man with a shadowy head, wielding a bloodied bat. He moves swiftly toward the girl, and—

“Noooooo!” I scream as he strikes her with the bat, torturing her. The man’s head turns slowly, and even in shadow, I can feel his anger directed at me.

“No!”

I wake with a gasp, heart racing from fear and anger. Who is that girl? Why do I keep dreaming of her?

I sit up, shaken. The dream feels too real; my heart pounds as if it just happened.

Then, I sense an aura at my window—a familiar presence that brings me calm and comfort.

I rise and walk to the window, eager to see her, but my heart sinks when I find no one there.

I sigh, closing the window, disappointment washing over me.

One night feels like a year without her. I miss Claire more than ever. The feelings I have for her deepen each day; I never knew I could feel so much. It’s not just half of me that she possesses—she has my whole heart.

Her presence calms me; her kisses feel like an addiction, her touch igniting something within me. Closing my eyes, I take deep breaths, savoring the calm she brings me.

Oh Claire... I want you to be fully mine.

Today marks another first day of class, but this time, we turn fourth year. One more year, and we’ll leave this school—the place where I found her, the reason we built a love worth treasuring until death.

I’m not blind; I’m not foolish. I know that choosing Claire means facing the biggest consequences of all.

I have to confront the Tarre Mafia to claim her completely.

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