Angel Of Revenge

26:SPY

JESSICA

Everytime I thought about our last conversation,my cheeks flushed in embarrassment which was ridiculous,drooling was normal. I shouldn't be ashamed of it but I freaking had to do it in front of him. Daniel of all people!I knew I'd never see the end of it.

Well,now I would have to lock those thoughts away,if only my brain agreed.

I sighed and ran a hand on my hair(a habit I had picked up from none other than my darling brother.)as I impatiently waited for another three minutes before Christy finally bid me goodbye and like a good friend I wished her luck.

Victor was not around and so was Daniel, Christy wasn't the only one who saw this as a blessing.

Later,I would have to listen to her tell me how her date with Zach went. Christy trusted me.

Daniel,who knew what lay in his bedroom. What if my golden key lay there. I wondered as I made my way to his room.

My heart was beating abnormally and it felt as if I was going to a lion's den. What if he caught me? Daniel claimed he was not my enemy,part of me didn't believe that but the most influential part believed he really wouldn't.

Although it sickened me to accept it,Daniel had spent so much time around me but still did nothing. That meant something,instead it angered me so much. If he could control his thirst,why couldn't they?why did they have to freakin murder my parents? Why didn't they drink from animals for God's sake,we had two dogs and a cat,why didn't they drink from them? Why did it have to be my two precious people?

Why did they exist? I hated these monsters with every fiber in my body. They sickened me,they made my skin cringe,I needed to make it snappy and leave this disgusting place. I wouldn't survive another week if I was always going to be greeted by sullen corpses.

It didn't come as a shock that his door was locked,I had came prepared.

If there's anything I ever got in Camberliseè was a page from the thief's book. I could open the door using a screwdriver and no one would suspect a thing.

How many nights I sneaked out of that little hut just to read my books under the moon. During the day,I was as obedient as ever but the moon always knew about my little secret. It was there when everybody else left. It soothed me and became a very faithful friend to me,it was the moon that didn't send me spiralling towards suicide.

It was close to perfect when It always listened to me when I recited my most loved lines from my books. I always saw myself as the Cinderella of the story. I was suffering,I was and still am naive and it wasn't hard to believe that one day,my suffering would come to an end,I waited for my prince charming but as I grew up and learnt some more things about my parents death,I would easily get distracted from my daydreams by the distant howling of the shapeshifters and then I knew he wouldn't come.

I also knew from the very first day that I learnt it was them,that I realized life would never be the same again. I changed. I was no longer dad's little hopeful and too innocent for the world pumpkin. I now liked Angel of Revenge better and I'd better not have my wings taken away from me.

I was glad to find that familiar small hole on the face of the knob. I pushed the small button inside with my screwdriver and voila.

I looked behind before slipping into the room. Instantly, his scent hit my nostrils,making me dizzy like many good aromas do. I must be saying it for the nth time,Daniel smelled so nice.

I didn't have much time left so as much as I desired to close my eyes and inhale every bit of it,I couldn't let myself,even though it was a huge temptation when I opened his small closet.

I had noticed he wore the color black than any others,only two or three shirts were white,the rest were black and plain but he still managed to make them look so good. He rocked them like a goddamned model. Was it even allowed to be this cute!

I slid my hand down many of his pockets and came up with nothing and after minutes of pulling and pushing his empty drawers,I finally ran out of strength and collapsed on his majestic bed.

I was here just last night and I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed he had white sheets until now. Dang,even his carpet was white,such a clean freak! I sprawled on the bed and let the screwdriver fall to the floor. Where did he keep his things?who had empty drawers and pockets! Oh,how many times I forgot he wasn't normal.

I sighed in frustration as my eyes assessed the room. There had to be somewhere in this room where he kept his things,he had to have a- that's it!a safe.

Usually a safe was hidden under a portrait but I didn't see any here. Wait up,there's still his bathroom. I jumped off the bed,grateful to my find for cooperating this once.

My slide kicked something pushing it farther under the bed. I remembered I had dropped my screwdriver,I would need it when I opened his safe. Would I be able to do it? Safes were the toughest,well I'd figure it out if he even had one.

I knelt down and pulled it out but something else caught my attention.

A shoebox,an old and vulnerable box that narrated it had survived many storms. Why would Daniel keep a box under his bed. I should go search for that safe already but I was dying to know what's inside and as per usual,my curiosity took the crown.

I pulled out the heavy box and set it on the bed. I didn't always like going through one's personal things but I had no choice. I had done so many things against my own wishes and values just for them. Either this or I would spend the rest of my life lamenting over lost chances.

I lifted the lid and Oh boy was I really disappointed?

There was nothing except a huge torch,a set of keys and plenty of what looked like his childhood pictures. What the hell would his memory collection help me with? I nonetheless found myself taking them in my hand.

Even as a little boy,he was cute but picture after picture,I read that he wasn't really a happy child. He wasn't smiling,only had disturbingly dark circles under his green eyes.

Only in one picture did he seem genuinely happy. Only in this picture,I saw his decayed toothed smile. His green eyes were vibrant and pure. Could a child be happier than this?He was clinging onto a leg of an older man who had the same set of eyes,he appeared to be an older version of him.

I found myself smiling ridiculously at this until I came across a very disturbing picture. A man's body was sliced to pieces,his head was missing and surrounding him was a crowd,vampires to be particular,each one of them held fire torches in hand. They all wore the uniform angry expression on their faces. Amongst this mob,I found him,the man's head was at his feet and he-

"What the fuck are you doing?"

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