Chapter 14

The scene changed once I was able to see again.

Gone was the nurse's office, replaced by some mysterious dark room that looked somewhat like a cellar. I looked around the room, dumbstruck by what just happened. The speed of which we got here was faster than the blink of an eye.

"Let me see your eyes," the man demanded, sounding a little nervous as well. I kept my gaze at the floor when I realized his voice changed from an old man's his actual one for a split second. Most wouldn't notice it, but I did.

This wasn't a guy that I wanted helping me.

"LET ME SEE YOUR EYES, GOD DAMN IT!" he roared, making me jump from fright. My head instantly moved to look at him, eyes wide open as I waited for him to calm down.

I could see his fangs coming out of the man's mouth and his stance get more rigid as he started throwing things around the room, noticing I was looking at him.

"JUST LET ME SE-" he growled he turned to run at me, but when he saw my eyes his legs stopped and his knees buckled, sending him crumbling to the floor.

'Help him!' the demons in my head screamed, making me run over to Samael and drop down next to him.

"Are you ok-"

"So it's true," he said quietly as he looked at the floor, head hung low. "The prophecy... was true."

I looked at him like he grew three heads as he mumbled those words. "What prophecy?" I asked, making him look up at me, blue and red eyes shining brighter than they have before.

"What's the biggest sin you've ever made?" he asked me, making my eyebrows furrow.

"Why do yo-"

"Answer the fucking question," he growled, making me glare at him.

"So far, it was killing a fucking innocent- and I have no one but your dumb ass to thank," I hissed out venomously, making him look at me in shock.

"Did you just-"

"What the fuck do you want? I given you all of me! I can't even look at my family without wanting to barbecue them!" I growled at him, making him shake his head and sigh.

"That's not the point of this conversation. The killing is a command that was given to you and you can't stop yourself from doing it. It's technically not a sin. What have you done besides that?" he asked as his body shifted from old man to some random teenage boy.

"I've..." I said as I racked my brain for the answer. "I've.... lied?"

"You're fucking kidding right? Just lied?" he asked, my nod in reply making him groan.

"How about... destruction of property? Disobeying parents? Cheating?" he suggested, but I shook my head.

"Nope. Never allowed out of the house, disobeying my parents would probably get me killed, and I've never had a boyfriend so I can't cheat even if I wanted to," I muttered, looking around the room instead of at him.

"What about... sinning for pleasure?" he asked with a smirk, his body turning from a teenage boy to the cloaked figure I saw in the bathroom.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked cautiously as I stood up and took a step back.

"I mean sex, sweetie," he said as he stood up and slammed me onto the nearest wall, all happening faster then I could take a breath in.

"No, and I'm not planning on it," I growled, gritting my teeth as my fangs started to peak out. His arms that were blocking me from moving slowly started to move down the wall, until they stopped at where my hips were.

"Why not?" he asked as he slowly put his hands onto my hips, lifting up my tank top a little bit so that he could put his hands on my skin. I sucked in a breath when his cold hands touched my skin, feeling uncomfortable.

"Because I was raised to wait till marriage," I said slowly, my hands twitching as I kept them from ripping his hands off of me.

"Well, where's the fun in that?" he said as his head trailed over to my ear. "I can give you more fun than any human on Earth can, and we don't even have to get married," he whispered in my ear, making my breath catch in my throat.

"Well, even though I'm going to Hell anyway, it doesn't tempt me to make more sins," I muttered, making him chuckle and trail his arms up my back, his claws coming out as he did so. As they trailed up my back the poison on the tips of his claws seeped into my skin before automatically healing, but instead of the poison hurting it actually felt really... relaxing.

"Come on now, Michelle," he whispered as he slowly moved his head down to kiss my neck. I felt the tips of his fangs graze my neck as his soft lips landed on my neck, making my eyes roll to the back of my head, and then slam shut in pleasure. "It'll be a lot of fun. It won't even hurt you."

When I opened my eyes everything looking in color and I could see every detail of the room with extraordinary accuracy- my black eyes taking the place of my silver-ish eyes.

"Sa-Samael, st-stop," I stuttered out, trying to push him away from me, but my strength was almost completely gone.

"Just give in to the demons, Michelle," he said quietly as he wrapped his arms around me. "They only want to play."

"No. Let me go," I whispered, making his head tilt back like he was dumbfounded.

"No. Let them in," he said sharply, before slamming his lips onto mine. I tried breaking away from his hold, but the longer his lips stayed on mine the less I wanted to fight it. I mean, he would never hurt me, right? He's already turned me into this, it's not like it could get any worse. I'm sure he's just trying to help me relax. Yeah. That's right. Trying to help me rela-... what was I talking about, again?

My shoulders slumped as I finally gave up and allowed myself to kiss him, wrapping my arms around his neck on the inside of his cloak- wanting to feel his soft hair again. He responded by pulling me into him and slamming me into the wall again, making me sadistically moan in pleasure.

His arms started slowly sliding up my bare back higher and higher until my tank top was up to where the bottom of my bra was, making me dig my claws into his neck.

He groaned in pleasure, ripping off my tank top like it was a piece of tissue paper before trailing his hands down to my butt.

Before he could take my pants off I stopped him by lightly trailing a bunch of kisses down his jawline and over to his neck, his reaction- squeezing my butt hard- making my fangs lengthen as I kissed him, the teeth touching his smooth skin.

"I refuse to believe that you've never had a boyfriend if you know how to kiss that good," he said slowly, sounding like he was out of breath, making me smile.

"I guess I'm just... that good," I replied as I held back a laugh, making him chuckle. But as soon as I heard that chuckle my heart stopped. It was one of the most alluring things I've ever heard in my entire life.

"Well I guess so am I," he whispered when he noticed my rigidness, taking advantage of it by gripping onto my belt loops with his thumbs.

"How come you never let me see your face?" I asked, making him stop short just as he was about to pull off my pants.

"Because," he said, his hood moving from my pants to my face. "If you can't see the real me, I can't see the real you."

"But how does that work?" I asked, needing a moment to process that. "You just said you could see my eyes."

"Yes," he responded with a nod, making my head tilt to the side with confusion. "I can see your eyes, lips, and arms right now- everything else is a blur. But when I'm in a different person's body, the only thing I can see that's yours is your body and eyes."

"That's so weird," I blurted out, making him chuckle.

"Yeah, I guess it is," he agreed, making me straighten my head.

"So if I take off your hood, you'll be able to see me and I'll be able to see you," I said as more of a question, his nod in response to my statement making me curious about what he looked like. "Can I-"

"No," he blurted out loudly, making me jump and try to distance myself from him. "I mean... no, you can't. I don't want you to see my face," he replied, making my eyebrow raise.

"And why is that?" I asked, making him sigh.

"Because you might die if you look at my face," he answered, making my eyes widen.

Well, damn.

"How would I di-"

"Because you're not-... Because you're different," he said slowly, probably trying to make it sound as vague as possible.

"Well, you've already taken away my life metaphorically," I started with a sigh, looking up into his eyes. I could see hurt flashing through them, which made me want to slap myself across the face. "But I still survived it, so why not test my survival skills again?"

"Because I don't want you t-..." he said quickly, before cutting himself off and sighing. "You're brain dead if you want to risk your life just to see someone's face," he said sharply instead, making my narrow my eyes at him.

"You're a real prick," I growled at him, trying to push him away. My strength, however, was nothing compared to his- since he didn't even move an inch when I pushed him.

"Fine," he growled lowly, moving away from me. "If I'm a prick than that means I don't have to help you out of here. Find a way out by yourself, bitch," he said with his eyes looking full of rage as he disappeared into thin air, leaving me in some random cellar.

"Fuck," I muttered, slamming the back of my head painfully against the wall behind me.