Demons Don't Feel Love

Chapter eight: The Art of Murder

I stood completely still, I couldn't move. My head was spinning, and I collapsed to the floor. When I opened my eyes, I could see the moonlight through my bedroom window.

"You okay Anna?" Daren asked. I was beyond scared, there was blood on his hands and face. This was either signs of a battle, or murder.

"My little angel... I know you're in pain. You were not meant to see inside that room." His voice was tender and concerned, but I didn't react to anything he said, I simply continued to Stare at the ceiling.

" I'm not sure when it had happened, or how long they have been gone. One moment they were asleep, And the next–"

"What did you do?" I asked him.

"I'm not sure what you mean..." He added.

I got out of bed and attempted to stand. It was difficult, and I thought I would collapse at any moment.

"Anna–"

"Look it can't hurt me anymore. I've already seen it." I interrupted and continued my descent downstairs. Reluctantly he followed behind me. I stopped in front of my parents door, and looked inside. Daren had covered them modestly with sheets, but I could still see the blood. I turned to him and pulled out the pistol, pointing it directly at him. He walked towards the gun and placed his head against the barrel.

"So then, my love, let's dance!" He said. He put his thumb over the finger I had resting on the trigger. "Do it, Angel. You mustn't sever your wings for me. Don't fall with me into this vat of blood and Carnage. You are so sure that I have killed them, so pull the trigger." He said.

"But don't turn around, Anna. You might see him smiling, as this is what he wants."

I turned around slowly, removing the gun from Darens head. There he was, the demon, tied and bound with holes where his eyes should've been.

"Though I have blinded him, he can still smell us... Feel us... He knows." Daren whispered in my ear.

The demon spoke slowly, carefully, his Cheshire grin never leaving his face. "Kill him, Annabelle. He is no better than I in these circumstances. We are brothers, and we were bred to kill mortal pigs. Daren has done well, hasn't he? A true artist, I must admit; his work is much better than mine. So cunning, so... Perfect!"

The creature inhaled deeply, smelling the air around us. "Much like roses, the scent of blood lingers here. Kill him, and do us both a favor. I cannot have him sabotaging my canvases anymore. These were my victims, and he is a thief. Pull the fucking trigger!" The demon growled.

"Now, it's my turn to share my story." Daren said.

"They had been dead since I had come downstairs at exactly 8:45 this evening. I was scared and I didn't tell you, as I knew I should've done more to protect them. I wasn't there to stop this fucker from creating such a 'work of art' if you could call it that. I was unsure of how to tell you he had already begun his attack. I've been so worried about your health, that to tell you would have been to endanger you further. You were not supposed to see inside that room, Anna. You were supposed to be safe and protected, but it seems I have failed you again."

Daren handed me the large meat cleaver.

"I trust you'll make the right decision." I took the knife from him, knowing exactly what needed to be done, but unsure of whose life to end.

Wait. This isn't like me. Unsure of who to kill? I'm not a murderer. How much of a demon have I become? I thought to myself. Nonetheless, I took the blade and raised it. I walked towards Daren. He was standing against the wall, softly crying. He looked up at me with bloodshot eyes, unblinking and seemingly numb. He moved his hair away from his neck.