The Prince of Hell-Discontinued

Chapter Nineteen

**This chapter is not edited. I'll probaly edit it tomorrow I just wanted to get it up as soon as possible.

I was in shock, and I was... hurt. There's really no other way to describe my feelings right now. However, growing up, I had been taught to not show any weakness. So I took the calm approach.

" What the fuck is wrong with you!" I bellowed picking up the scissors and slamming them back into his windpipe. Okay...maybe not so calm.

If anything, my actions only seemed to add to his amusement, as he yanked the scissors back out. This time, he kept holding them, probably for his own safety.

"Calm down, Lia, I was just testing you, you know, since I'm your combat trainer now."

" Oh really? Because I can think of a million better ways than that to test me! What were you really trying to do?"

He grinned at me. " You know me so well, Lia."

I glared at him. " What. were you. trying to do?" I hissed.

His face became serious again. " I was trying to force the transformation, and it looks like it worked."

I shoved him against the wall.

" I quite like this position, actually." He said, smirking at me.

I felt a sudden anger rise in me. " Never do that to me again."

He stared at me for a moment. " Amazing," he whispered. " Your eyes... as crimson as your sweet blood," he buried his face into the crook of my neck and wrapped his arms around me, reminding of the time I had done the same to him.

"Calm down," he said soothingly. " I'm sorry," he said after a moment," I really am. I just needed you to change. You weren't strong enough to defend yourself if Isaac came after you. "

After a moment, I withdrew from his embrace.

" I want to go home," I said, not meeting his eyes.

" Okay," he said finally," don't forget our training after school tomorrow."

I wanted to scream and yell at him, maybe stab him with those fucking scissors a couple more times, but it was all I could do to not cry at him. Instead I just nodded.

"Just imagine where you want to go," he said, clenching his fists tightly.

I disappeared.

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I pressed my hands against the shower wall, fingers clenching tightly as the water rained down around me. I felt numb as I watched the blood mix in with soap before going down the drain. I hated the feeling of helplessness that Jace brought into my life. Before him I had been fine with a life of endless violence and bloodshed, caught up in the path of revenge. I had been wounded by demons countless times, but never had I felt pain as deep as when he took off that mask.

I just couldnt get that look on his face out of my mind-- the lack of emotion he had when he ran those scissors through me. Is this how it is when you make the mistake of getting involved with a demon? Does he even have feelings for me or is he just looking for a queen to show off when he gets the throne? I wasn't usually like this; I've never gotten this involved with someone without really knowing them. I've only ever been with Alex and---

My thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of my cellphone. I quickly shut the water off and wrapped a towel around my self. Hurrying to my dresser, I answered the call quickly.

" Hello?"

" Hey, Cecilia. It's Tom. You know from the bar downtown?"

I paused for a moment. " Oh, Hey! I remember you, you called a cab for me after I got drunk off my ass with my friend that one night."

"That's actually why I called you. Your blonde friend is here, and she seems pretty wrecked."

I sighed. " I'm on my way"

What the hell did you do, Lucas?

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