Chapter 25

"Michelle-"

"Stay out of this," I replied venomously to whoever was interrupting Sammael and I's conversation, making nothing but silence come from behind me.

"Ah, now princess-"

"Don't. Call. Me. That," I growled out sharply as my fangs lengthened, getting harder for me to speak the longer they got.

"Ok, darling-"

"I. Will. Rip. Your. Throat. Out," I growled, my eye twitching in anger as Sammael looked at me with amusement.

"I recommend you boys leave. Right now," Sammael said, staring behind my back to where Ariel and Belial were. "Things are about to get messy here."

"I'll just, um... Tell you what I had to at school tomorrow," Belial murmured awkwardly as I slowly turned towards them, my eyes black by now.

"If you need me, Michelle, call me," Ariel said hesitantly, not hiding the fact that he didn't really want to leave me alone with him.

But before Sammael could unleash his not-so-scary wrath on them they left, disappearing at the click of a finger, without even saying 'goodnight' to me.

Oh, my immaturity never fails to amaze me.

"What do you want, Death?" I asked sharply- noticing his hurt expression right after I talked, but almost instantly turning into a blank expression to cover it up.

I almost didn't notice it.

"You never call me Death," he deadpanned, no emotion coming out of his voice.

"What was that a couple minutes ago, huh?" I asked, shrinking my fangs so I could rant.

Someone hold my claws, I'm about to let all Hell loose.

"What are you-"

"Shut the fuck up!" I thundered, scaring myself and him at the tone of my voice- not understanding how it got so low and controlling.

'What is going on with you?' My conscience asked bluntly, but I was too full of it to even think about that.

Full of what, you may ask?

Rage, anger, vengence, hate, blood-lust, and impatience.

That's what I was full of.

And I was ready to let it all out.

I took Sammael's shock and silence as a key to continue. "What was all this about? First you act like a dick, then you're all sketchy, then you force me to make-out with you, then you fucking teleport me to a different country! If that doesn't confuse and overwhelm someone, then I'm scared for their health!

"Not to mention you and your fucking attitude! Would it kill you to be nicer? You leave me alone in someone's fucking basement! With the owners there! It's pure luck that I got out of there!

"But then out of nowhere you turn into some nice guy and help me survive some stupid-ass test by Satan. Than you proceed to bring to a fucking night club and let me get drunk off my ass so I could forget about a little kid and his poor grandma.

"But just as I'm starting to think you're a good guy you just fucking change into a dick again! It's like you're some fucking light switch! Turn you on and you're nice, but turn you off and Heaven forbid you even look at someone nicely!

"And as for the whole episode tonight! Saying you're thinking about fucking me in front of people? Are you insane! If I wasn't paralyzed I would've killed you right then and there! That was so fucking disrespectful of you, you fucking bitch!

"And what's your problem with Ariel, huh? Why are you two constantly up each other's asses? It's like you two are competing for something constantly, and it's getting so fucking annoying! Just cut it out already!

"I can not stand you sometimes! You just don't know when to stop! And what the fuck did you do to me? How did you bring me back? What was your method? I could've done it by myself! I'm stronger than I look!-"

"I know you're stronger than you look," he muttered out, and I could tell it was on accident the way he said it.

He thinks he said it in his head.

"W-What was that?" I asked in shock, just to make sure I was right, trying to keep my composure.

"What was what?" He asked as he looked away from the window to my right to meet my gaze.

"You said something," I hinted, making his eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"No I didn't," he replied, making me sigh and forget about it.

"You know what? Go fuck yourself," I said in exhaustion as I finished letting out all of my anger, turning around to leave my room. But I was stopped when a pair of hands grabbed my hips and quickly made me move backwards, slamming me onto a wall of abs.

"I think it would be more interesting if I fucked you instead," he whispered into the crook of his neck, making me growl in disgust and push myself off of him, but since I still didn't get all my strength back Sammael was able to pull me back into him.

"You're sick," I spat, making him cackle.

"I know," he responded, making me growl as I tried to rip myself away from him again- only to, unfortunately, end up back in his grip.

"You're a sadist," I growled, making him move his head onto the crook of my neck again and graze his fangs onto my sick. I forced myself not to shiver as he continued, loving the way it felt.

"And I love it," he whispered, licking my neck. I closed my eyes tightly, again trying to get out of his grip.

"You're a jerk," I muttered, making him move his lips to my ear as he whispered.

"Nothing knew," he said, his hot breath on my ear making me uncomfortable.

"I hate you," I murmured, making him stiffen as I heard his breathing stop. After a while of silence passed between us he spun me around harshly so that I faced him and looked at me with soul-searching eyes.

"No, you don't," he said firmly after what felt like hours passed, his stance getting more relaxed little-by-little.

"Yes, I do," I murmured as I looked down, tears threatening to fall out of my eyes.

What the fuck is going on with me?

"No," he said as he lifted my chin to look at me, a sad look in his eyes. "No, you don't."

"I could rip your throat out with my bare hands right now," I countered, sniffling a little to keep the tears from falling.

"Then do it," he said softly, letting go of me and taking a step away. "Rip my throat out."

I lifted my clawed hand up and with inhuman speed sailed for his neck, but just as my nails were about to graze his skin I stopped.

I couldn't do it.

"You can't do it, can you?" he said, his voice calm and face relaxed the whole time. I looked into his eyes and saw something I've never seen before in them.

Regret.

"No," I sniffled as I wrenched my hand back, only to be pulled back into Sammael's grip not even seconds later.

I'm stronger than I look.

That was complete bullshit.

I want my old life back.

"I'm not sorry for turning you into this," he stated, making me look into his eyes with a raised eyebrow.

"And why's that?" I asked, making him smirk.

"Because, if I didn't I never would've met you," he replied, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear making me snort and shake my head.

Dork.

"Did you get that out of a book?" I asked making him crack a smile and nod.

"I was hoping you wouldn't notice," he chuckled, making me hold in my laugh and shake my head again.

"I'm not forgiving you that easily," I whispered, making him stiffen, before relaxing again.

"I know," he said after a while, pulling his forehead off of mine. "I should go," he said quietly, clearing his throat roughly. "I, uh... That appointment I was, um... Talking about," he said with a hoarse voice as he lifted his hand up and made a black hole in my wall.

Honestly, I'm not even shocked anymore.

"Wait," I blurted out unconsciously, making him stiffen again before turning towards me, shifting into his cloaked figure as he did so.

"What?" He asked without emotion, making me put my bottom lip in my mouth.

"I um... Could you..." I said unsurely as I tried to gather up the courage to ask.

"Yes?" he asked, shuffling his feet a little as if he was getting... Impatient? Curious? Nervous?

"I want to..." I trailed off, mentally slapping myself.

'Just fucking say it already,' my conscience muttered, making take in a quick breath.

"Showmewhatyoulooklike," I said in one breath, making his head tilt to the side slightly.

Awe, that looked adorable.

Wait, what the fuck?

Jesus Christ, I need therapy.

"Excuse me?" He asked, making me sigh and ruffle my hair nervously.

"I'm tired of waiting. Show me what you look like," I stated with authority in my voice, sounding more confident than I felt.

"No," he said as he turned around, making my eyes widened as I sped toward him and grabbed his should, seeing him shiver slightly after I touched him.

So it is cold in here. I knew it.

"Please?" I begged, making him sigh and shake his head.

"No. You barely escaped death tonight. I don't want to risk it again," he muttered, making me groan and stomp my foot on the floor.

"Why are you so annoying?" I muttered, making him turned towards me.

"Why do you act like a child?" he countered as I slowly started moving my hand towards his back, careful not to sound suspicious.

"Because, Sammael," I said slowly, my hand right behind his head. "When I act like a kid, I get what I want," I said slyly as I quickly pulled his hood down. He tried to keep it up, but he was too late, it was already have way off.

The sound of the hood dropping was all you could hear as we took in each other's faces.

"Holy shit," we said at the same time, my fangs and claws shrinking back into normal teeth and claws as I took in his appearance.

Hot.

That's one word that came to mind.

You could definitely tell he was an angel before.

Definitely.

His hair was as black as the midnight sky, and looked like it was combed through so much that it could never get tangled.

His jawline was sharp and his face was sculpted, looking like what models would beg to look like.

His skin was tanned and absolutely flawless, except for a tiny scar right below his red eye.

His eyes.

They looked even more piercing and hypnotizing now that I could see them clearly, but the two eyes gave me mixed emotions.

The red eye. That one made me want to piss my fucking pants. It looked like it was made out of a ruby and fire together, obviously show-casing the dangerous side of him.

But the blue eye. That one made me feel so calm. It was as blue as the lake that a saw in Heaven, making me think that that was what his angel eyes were.

Wait.

Hell and Heaven.

Red and Blue.

Two sides, that both of us were and weren't a part of.

Which is why we had them...

How did I not notice that before?

"How are you not dying?" he said in shock, making me raise an eyebrow as I snapped myself out of my thoughts.

But that's when I realized.

I should've been doing what happened to me when I saw Ariel's true form.

"Sammael, are you sure you know what you did when you... Brought me back?" I said nervously, choosing my words carefully as I looked at him with slightly widened eyes.

"I thought I did, but now I'm not so sure," he murmured, furrowing his eyebrows together as he looked at me.

Awe, he looks even more adorable.

Oh my gosh, Michelle, quit it.

"What if you-"

"No," he said with slightly widened eyed as he looked at my eyes. "Nooo, no, no, no, no."

"What?" I asked, not liking the tone of his voice.

"Fuck," he hissed harshly, kicking over my desk , making everything on it fly in different directions.

"Dude!" I yelled, looking at the mess in my room with my head in my hands.

How the fuck am I supposed to clean that up and explain to my parents that I need a new desk?

"I gave you some of my power!" He growled, punching the brick wall harshly, sending brick and acoustic foam flying into my back yard- meters away from us.

"What the hell!" I squealed, trying to keep my voice quiet as I went into hysterics.

"How could I be so stupid," he growled as he went to punch my TV, but I stopped him by checking his fist when it was inches away from the TV and dropping it.

"Calm the fuck down!" I hissed as I took turns staring at my broken desk and the five foot hole in my wall. "Do you still have all your powers and strength?" I asked quietly in a rushed way, making him look at me like I was stupid and nod.

"Yes, of course I do," he replied in frustration, making my jaw drop as I brought my hands closer to his neck.

I'm going to choke the life out of this stupid fuckboy.

"Then I don't see I reason for you to tear my fucking house down!" I squealed in a panicked voice, gesturing to the messes he made.

"Oh, calm your shit," he muttered, making jaw drop again.

Oh, no he didn't.

Not caring about the consequences, I gripped onto his neck and slammed him into a wall, choking him.

"Listen here, dumbass," I growled, tightening my grip as he glared at me. "I don't care if you're angry. Don't take it out on the fucking house."

But, just as I was about to let go he grabbed a hold onto my neck and spun me around, choking me too.

I didn't feel anything. I mean, sure, it hurt my neck, but surprisingly I could still breathe.

It was like I didn't even need to breathe.

"No, you listen here, retard," he growled. "You don't understand how dangerous and bad this is. You have as much strength as I do now. Do you know what can happen with that strength?" he asked me roughly, making me glare at him. "Those fucking messes over there?" He said, gesturing to my wall and desk. "That's not even a pinch of the strength you have now. You're not ready for that."

Without thinking it through I pried his arms off and kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying onto my bed, head slamming against the headboard.

Not wanting him to attack me, I ran and pinned jumped onto the bed, pinning his arms and legs down. "What makes you think I'm not ready?" I growled, making his fangs come out.

"Because, Michelle," he growled, turning us over quickly and pinning me to the bed. "Now you'll have to kill more."

You know what it's like to have the wind knocked out of you?

You what it's like to feel completely and utterly stupefied?

Because, I know what that's like.

I'm living it right now.

"You're lying," I said as all the anger vanished- now replaced with shock and denial.

"Why would I lie to you?" He hissed loudly, but knowing not to be too loud, now that other people could probably hear.

Faster than a blink of an eye he was off of me and he somehow managed to fix the hole in the wall, the pieces in the grass flying in the air and coming back into their rightful place.

The desk... Not so much.

"Get a new fucking desk, that one was weak anyway," he muttered, nose flaring as he kicked a chunk of wood to the other side of my room.

"Get out," I said, holding onto my head to stop the migraine I could feel coming.

"You can't tell me what to do!" Sammael growled loudly as he stormed towards me. "I'm millions of years older than you! Give me lip and I'll break you in half with my fucking pinky!"

"Get. Out!" I growled, eyes turning black as lunged at him, making us both end up on the floor me on top of him with my fangs bared.

"No," he growled. "I don't take orders from children."

"You'll take my order, when I-"

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.