Only Half Devil

Only Half Devil

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The blood was slowly dripping down from his lips all the way down to his neck, where his black shirt soaked in the fresh drips. I watched him, I watched the way he touched the blood from his neck with his long pale fingers. He was a mess at that moment, I have never seen the dark side of him until now, although it scared me I was unable to admit it to him. The tears burned my cheeks by now, but he was just starring into me , with his bright blue eyes, that seemed darker than ever. The more pain I felt, the bigger the smirk on his face grew. "Please stop.." I whispered as I collapsed onto my knees. I closed my eyes in pain, inside I was screaming! It felt like I was being burnt alive. I heard the leaf crunch beneath his dark steel boots as he started walking towards me, the closer he got the more pain I felt. I was grabbing into the soil, my skin was filled with scratches and bruises, the white shirt I had on was now red and dirty. He was standing front of me, he kneeled down to be in the same level as me, as I was facing down I could feel his cold bloody finger touch my Chin, I shivered from his cold touch , but for my surprise the pain stopped. Like it never happened. He lifted my chin up, to force me to face him and as I looked into his eyes he said ; "You should have left when you had the chance Hazel." He ran his thumb on my lower lip, then he kissed me. I could feel the strong taste of blood on my tongue.
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I struggled and lashed out at him hoping to cause some, any damage at all that might allow me to escape, instead his grip tightened and a whimper escaped without my consent. His touch burned, or at least I imagined it burning, sizzling my skin until it was burnt to a crisp. He clawed down the back of my dress, shredding the lace fabric to bits as if it was paper, it floated to the ground like confetti, I looked at it in disgust, as if it was celebrating my exposure. The cold air of the store room nipped at my bare back, contrasting between the burning fire his touch inflicted. I felt sick. He was now shoving himself closer to me until it was impossible for me to move. I could hardly even breath. I was seeing red and I couldn't even do anything. I felt so helpless. Tears welled up in my eyes and they threatened to spill. I shut them tight wishing I had just stayed at home. Suddenly the pressure released. I could breath. Once again I was shocked and didn't know what was happening until I opened my eyes and saw the rogue getting up and looking to my right. I hadn't even noticed the large figure standing protectively next to me and so I was staggering away from him too. Power radiated from him making me feel safe and scared at the same time.

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