Chapter 11

"I–I couldn't. I can't believe that I... I can't," I said to myself hysterically as I paced the bathroom hallway, gripping onto my hair. What was I going to do with a dead body? I can't just leave her here!

"Michelle?" I heard a familiar voice say, making my head snap up in fear.

The substitute.

"Yes, Mr. McHenry?" I asked nervously, feeling light-headed.

"Is it okay if I come ins-"

"No!" I blurted out, my eyes widening in fright. "I mean, uh... Why?"

"Because you've been gone for almost twenty minutes, Miss Antoinette," the man replied, making me sigh in frustration.

"Um..." I said quietly as I started walking towards the bathroom door that I locked. I quickly unlocked it, cracked open the door a little bit, and slid out of the room– smiling at him nervously as I slowly closed the door behind me.

"Is there a problem in there?" he asked me with a raised eyebrow, making me stare at him with calculating eyes.

Could I trust him?

"No," I said slowly as I watched him walked closer towards me.

"So you wouldn't mind me checking in on what's going on in the bathroom, right?" he said with a raised eyebrow as he nodded his head at the bathroom door.

"Um..." I murmured, making him roll his eyes and look at me with an emotionless expression.

"Move," he commanded lazily as he started walking towards me. My brain was telling my legs to stay where they were, but apparently my body wasn't functioning correctly and decided they'd moved so that he could go in and see my first corpse.

"I really don't think you sho-"

"Shut up and come with me," the man commanded in the same lazy type of voice, but even though he didn't sound threatening my brain sent a distress signal. Without even a second going by I shut my mouth and followed him, feeling like there was invisible thread sewing my lips together. I mean, I literally couldn't disobey him, even if I tried.

And trust me. I tried.

It was like I was on some imaginary leash.

'Don't make him angry,' a demon whimpered, making my heart instantly beat ten times as fast. Why did it sound scared? Why is it whimpering like it's hurt?

'Why am I hyperventilating? Who is he?' I asked in a demanding tone, my heart ready to pop out of my body while I surprisingly remained calm on the outside.

'He's your ma–'

"Fuck!" I hissed as I pain shot through my head. I gripped the top of my head with both of my hands tightly, muttering multiple colorful words, that would surely send me to Hell.

But, hey, I'm going there anyway, so I mean I guess I don't need to worry about that anymore.

Just my luck.

'Who is he?' I growled at them when I realized none of the demons have spoken since my headache started. Normally they would be laughing harshly and making my head hurt more, but now it was almost like they were... muted.

'Hello?' I tried after a few seconds, just as the substitute got into where the stalls in the bathroom were.

He hummed in amusement as he stared at the dead corpse. "What do we have here?"

"She, um... Fainted," I said awkwardly as I scratched the back of my head uncomfortably. "She saw a spider and fainted so I tried to wake her up, but she wouldn't– and I didn't want others seeing her because I thought she would be embarrassed, so I locked the doors."

"Well, if she just fainted..." he trailed off with a chuckle, his eyes sparkling in hilarity. "Why is blood coming out of the back of her shirt?"

I let my eyes follow the direction to where he pointed and– just like he said– I saw a pool of blood growing an inch wider as I stared.

It took everything in me not to lick my lips in thirst for it.

"She stumbled back from fright when she saw it and hit her back against the sinks before she actually did the passing out part of what I told you. You know how sharp the sink's edges are," I replied passively, turning towards the sinks and gesturing to them, hoping they weren't dull or rounded out.

'Thank God,' I thought to myself in relief when I saw that the sinks actually did have very sharp edges.

"... Those don't look like little bumps from a sink," he said when he pulled up her shirt slightly. Eight holes were drilled into her back in two rows of four, the skin by it looking like it was boiling and burnt off. I stared at it in thought.

"She... Has OCD so she had to make the cuts on her an even number, and then she tried to um... Calm the pain with hot water," I said with my fingers twitching behind my back.

"Oh, really?" he asked as he scooped up some clear, slightly chunky, liquid and put it in his mouth.

'Oh... My... Gosh,' I thought to myself as he did that, taken by surprise because what he just did didn't gross me out. If anything, it made me feel... Aroused in some abnormal way- a shiver going down my spine.

I'm so going to Hell.

"Then, why is there poison inside of her body?" He asked with a smirk as he looked up at me smugly. He knew how I felt. I don't know how or why, but I knew that he could feel my emotions. He could probably, if anything, tell from my fangs trying to come out as I licked my bottom lip.

"She... Thought it was medici- wait a minute," I said, my excuse slipping past my head as soon as I realized what he just said, immediately zipping my fangs back in. "Did you say poison?"

"Yes," he stated, making me roll my eyes.

"It's not poison," I started casually "if it was you would be dead. You're becoming paranoid, Mr. McHenry."

"I don't think I am," he said in a very low pitched voice in reply, his eyes turning blue and red as the rest of his body slowly became shadowed and a cloak appeared out of nowhere on him.

'This shit only happens in movies,' I said shakily in my head as I tried to keep my cool. 'Pinch yourself, all of this is just a dream. You'll see.'

"Michelle, Michelle, Michelle," he said as he slowly stalked over to me as if he was floating in the air, part of his cloak dragging along behind him like a wedding dress. "My little pulchritudo. Have they not taught you how to disintegrate bodies yet? No one must find this stupid human on the floor," he said seductively as he got closer and closer to me, making my breath catch in my throat.

'Don't move. Don't show weakness. Get angry,' my subconscious told me, making me narrow my eyes at him with newfound courage. 'Don't try to one up him and hurt him, but show him you aren't a little bitch that can be screwed around with.'

Without even looking in the doors direction, I noticed that the door suddenly locked by itself, making me stiffen as I realized he was barely seven feet away now.

"You did this to me," I stated without room for arguments, my anger and snake-like hisses seeping into my voice.

"Yes," he confirmed, not even a foot in between us now. "And I'm glad I did, too," he said, as his hooded face trailed up and down my body. I glared at him with my blue and red eyes, trying to see through his cloaked face. Even though his head was barely covered in the cloak, his whole face just seemed to disappear. The only thing that I saw was black, and the only thing I wanted to see at this moment was black.

What he looked like just two minutes ago? That wasn't him. That wasn't his real form. I've read enough horror books, and watched enough religious shows, to know that what he looked like minutes ago was just skin from a person he killed.

"My eyes are up here," I growled in a voice that was lower and a little bit scratcher in pitch as I gridded my teeth in anger.

"Yeah, but your boobs are down here, honey," he replied back as his hood moved up a little bit, as if to look at my face.

"Yeah, and guess where my fists are?" I muttered as my fists clenched and unclenched.

"Oh. Still as feisty as always," he said as he started walking towards me again. My growling and stony expression didn't change, but I didn't notice that I've been walking backwards until I hit a wall. Immediately his arms shot out and blocked both of my sides, not allowing giving me room to move.

"Fuck," I muttered, not believing that I just allowed myself to get cornered.

"We could do that too, if you want," he said quietly in an almost hypnotic voice, shivers going through my body as I felt his breath on my neck.

"You can delete that off your list," I responded with a scowl, watching his face and body come closer towards mine– his face now only a couple inches away from me, his forearms instead of his hands on the wall.

"Are you sure about that?" He whispered to me seductively as little wisps of white air came out of his mouth.

"I'm p-" I went to answer, but right before I could finish that I- unfortunately- breathed in the transparent air that came out of his mouth and immediately closed my eyes in delight, my lips staying slightly parted.

"You're what?" He whispered into my ear, feeling little wisps of air circle my head and go in through my lips and nose.

"I-I'm... I'm..." I said slowly, loosing my train of thought as the mist began to travel through my body. It was amazing. The feeling I had when I breathed it in was equivalent to when you've been dehydrated for days and finally get four big gallons of water to drink. It was like a part of me has been... Revived.

It was like I was on drugs.

"You're...?" He said teasingly as I felt the air around my face get colder. I opened my eyes slowly, my eyes seeing everything as black and white, except for him. He was a mix of reds, blues, and purples.

Talk about seizures.

It was definitely like I was on drugs. I felt really happy, I was a lot more relaxed, and I felt more like my old self- careless and free.

But, there was also I down side to this– just like drugs.

"More," I breathed out shakily, wanting to get more of the mist, but hating the fact that I had to beg for it.

He decreased the space between us even more and put my head up slightly so I was eye level with him. "Open your mouth," he whispered in a husky voice before moving his cloak in closer and putting his lips on mine roughly.

Immediately my eyes rolled to the back of my head as I opened my mouth and welcomed in the mist of souls that were leaving him, my common sense and memory getting lost the more and more I breathed it in.

'This is dangerous,' my conscience warned me, immediately forgetting that as I kept kissing him, allowing more souls in.

Whatever was happening was affecting him too, I could tell, as I noticed his stance become less stiff and more relaxed- moans of pleasure escaping our mouths as we kissed. "Jump," he growled quietly, making me jump without a moment's hesitation- my legs around him tightly as he slammed me against the wall.

The pain, no matter how sadistic it sounded, quickly turned into a pleasure- quiet moans escaping my mouth as I slid my arms up and down his body. He grabbed my butt with a harsh grip, making me hold in a loud pleased moan as I gripped onto his hair inside of his cloak with a harsh, firm hold.

His hair was so soft that it was almost unreal. It felt like he brushed through it a thousand times every night and morning, which made me grin for some stupid reason. My hands trailed from the top of his hair, down to his neck.

'Holy, jawline,' I thought in my head as my fingers passed it. It felt so sculpted and sharp that I swear it could cut my finger on it.

"How are you doing this to me?" He asked breathlessly as we escaped each other's lips for a breather.

"How are you  doing this to me?" I countered, my lips parting slightly as I lengthened my fangs and trailed them down from his bottom lip to his neck gently, making him growl lowly and with unbelievably surprising speed run and slam me onto a sink as a makeshift chair.

"Arms up," he demanded, making me without a second thought lift my arms up. He automatically took of my shirt and threw it randomly, trailing his own clawed hands up my back slowly and gently, making me arch towards him in pleasure. I still had on a tank top, but even with it on it still felt like it was my bear back.

This time I was the on to slam our lips back together, wanting the mist and to feel his soft lips on mine. I've never wanted something so bad in my life.

"How..." he mumbled into our kiss making more mist come out, and my fangs come out even more as  his fangs started coming out as well now.

I wrapped my arms slowly around his lower back and slowly brought him closer towards me, smiling mischievously as I did so. I don't know where all this bravery and the seductive moves were coming from. I would've never done this when I was human, not even with my husband.

It was like I was slowly turning into a completely different person, and I don't know if the old me will be sticking around for much longer.

"Y-"

"Hello?" I faintly heard an unfamiliar sounding man say, Samael and my hazy minds barely able to focus on it. "Anyone in there?"