Chapter 29

sorry it took so long to update!

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"Fisher," the teacher said just as I creaked the door open, making everyone - except for the teacher, since his head was in the stack of papers on his desk - look over to me.

"Here," the guy in the back corner said, eyeing me with a smirk.

"Get on my level," I mouthed to him with a raised middle finger, making the class chuckle as I went towards the teacher.

"No laughing, I'm here to torture you," the teacher said jokingly, making the class laugh again.

"Okay, okay... Antoinette?" he asked, face still on the papers.

"Here... and with a pass," I murmured when I got to his table and held the little yellow slip towards him. He slowly looked up from the attendance paper and over to me, looking up at me with worry.

"Michelle, you seem a little pale. Do you want to go to the nurse?" Mr. Galentik asked, making me shake my head weakly, the blood's power wearing off.

"No, I'm okay. Thanks for asking," I replied quietly, turning to walk towards my seat.

"Are you sure?" the teacher asked, making me jerk to a stop before slowly nodding my head and walking to my seat.

Not paying attention to where I was going, I almost sat in someone's lap because I thought it was my seat. "Sorry," I mumble weakly before moving away from them and taking another two or three more steps to my seat.

"Someone looks a little tired," a very familiar voice whispered hoarsely from the seat next to me, making my eyes widen in shock and turn to him. Even with a mask on I would know him when I see him.

How the fuck did Samuel get in here?

"How did you-"

"Okay, that's everyone then. Good morning class. Today in English we're going to talk about defining things," I faintly heard over the thumping in my head. "How you define something and how someone else defines things can be different, as you already know. You can learn a lot about someone from just the way they define things. You can learn if they like to be detailed, if they are passionate about what they are talking about, etc. And today, we will start off by defining a simple word.

"Love," the teacher finished sharply after a second of silence, writing it down on his white board. My teeth started to grind together as I forced my claws back down into my hands- cutting through my skin in the process. The poison couldn't do any damage to me, since I already had it in my body, but I still winced from how sharp they were as I bit down on my bottom lip; my lip now bleeding as well.

Great. Fucking perfect.

"Is someone a wittle hungwy?" Samael cooed silently in a baby-like voice from next to me, making my eye twitch as I forced myself no to kill him.

"Calm down," I whispered to myself as I finally managed to transform the claws back into a normal hand from under my table. "Be in control of the urges. You'll look like a freak if they see you with claws and fangs. You don't want that," I mumbled under my breath, trying to cut off the sound of Sammael's stifled cackles.

"Sabrina, how do you define love?" the teacher continued, not noticing anything I was doing or the sweat trickling off my forehead.

"Love's a strong affection for another arising out of kinship or ties tha-"

"He asked for your definition, not the dictionary's," a guy in the back of the class said, making students laugh and the girl roll her eyes, turning to him with a glare.

"At least I don't the IQ of a five year old," I heard her say as if in a whisper to me, but I could tell from her stance and face that the sound was much louder than what I heard.

'Kill someone, already! The Lord's demons are hungry!' a demon screamed at me, making my eyes turn into black pits the moment my brain processed what it said. I immediately shut my eyes and started rubbing them with my hands, pretending I was just trying to wake up.

This isn't good.

"Mr. Taligate, that was not a respectful thing to say. That was her way of defining it, and she has every right to define it that way. And Miss West, I understand that what he said was rude, but you don't have to fight fire with fire," the teacher scolded with reprimanding eyes as he walked towards the guy that sat at the back of the classroom.

'Come on! Kill someone! You know that you want to. Even you enjoy the taste of there souls,' the voice hissed persuasively, making a sadistic grin try to force its way onto my face as the fangs started to grow. My hands started to sweat from the fangs I was holding back, and my eyelids were using all the muscles they could to keep the black pits covered. Not being able to cover up the transformation any more, I rolled the sleeves of my hoodie over my hands to cover them and folded my arms on the desk, shoving my head inside the little box I made with my arms.

I shut the mind-link between the demons and I, not needing their shit right now.

I can't do this; the blood's waring off.

I need to kill someone.

The pounding in my head tripled as soon as the thought came to mind, my brain feeling like it was being stabbed at repeatedly with a knife.

Tick. Tock.

Tick. Tock.

Tick. Tock.

The sound of the clock made my migraine worsen, and suddenly all the demons in my head started to chant along with it loudly, knowing it would get me angry.

'TICK. TOCK. TICKITY TOCK,' they screamed angrily. 'FUCKING FEED US ALREADY!'

Anger. Wrath. Hatred.

My sinful traits. The one's that made me accidentally open the mind link and allow demons in.

Those feelings- I noticed- will mostly likely be the death of the people next to me, based on the fact that the angrier and more stressed I got, the more demons would be able to talk to me. Especially when I haven't eaten in more then twelve hours.

Those disgusting little humans. I'm trying with everything in me to keep myself from killing them, yet some still have the audacity to spread stupid rumors about me around the school.

Just comes to show you how good of I person I a-

"Michelle!" the teacher yelled, making me squeeze my fists together.

"Yes?" I answered as politely as I could while trying to shrink my fangs, the coldness in my voice still evident.

"Definition, please," the teacher replied, just as my vision turned to normal - based on the fact that the inside of my eye lids looked black now instead of a bright red-violet.

"Of love?" I asked, opening my mouth as little as possible to hide the teeth, making the teacher look at me with a sad face.

"We are on our names now. We talked about love thirty minutes ago. You were supposed to research your name and then define it in your own words," the teacher said in a slightly disappointed voice, making me force my eyes not to widen in surprise from how fast the time went.

'He can't tell you what to do! You're more powerful then he ver will be. You have the power to do whatever you want! Kill him and show him where he stands!' the thing in my head growled in a hissing-type voice with a disgusting cackle, making my eye twitch slightly as I fought the urge. They were trying to manipulate me and I wouldn't let them win.

"Right. Names. Sorry," I said casually, wanting to slap myself back into reality and get rid of the thoughts in my head; trying to remember something I saw one day on the internet that had to do with my name. "The name Michelle comes from the Hebrew, French, and American language. The French and American meaning is 'Gift from God'-" I said, pausing slightly when I heard a familiar voice snort quietly. I wouldn't have heard it if it wasn't for my improved hearing, and the person it came from wasn't hard to figure out as the voice itself made me want to stab my claws into him. At least the asshole could heal slightly from it. "And the Hebrew meaning is 'Who is like God?' Personally, the name to me seems like it is some kind of... symbol or some kind of-"

"Sorry for the disruption," a woman said as she opened the door in the corner of the room, making the class and teacher shift towards it, all eyes on her. When I saw who it was relief and caution was replaced with the previous apprehension to answering the question.

As soon as I saw her the image of someone's blood in my hands popped into my head, making me hold myself back from rolling my eyes back in euphoria and pleasure.

Sensing my lips shift position, I covered my mouth the best I could with my hand - nobody but one person seeing the canines that were growing to two inches in length as we sat there. And that man wasn't going to let me have the last of it.

Fucking Sammael.

"Would Miss Antoinette please come with me?" the nurse finished, before closing the door. I mentally sighed in relief when I saw she came for me, but the man next to me snickered in a mocking way.

"Tick-tock. Three o'clock," he whispered to me, automatically making my eyes turn black. I licked my lips at the mention of the time, causing him to look down with slightly parted lips before staring at me with a smirk, even though his eyes did look a little misty. "I think it's feeding time," he taunted in my direction, making me bare my fangs at him a little bit.

"Just wait until they finally let me kill you," I whispered to him sadistically in a voice that sounded two octaves lower then my real voice, making his smirk widen. Oh, who am I kidding? Cassiel and them wouldn't care.

"Bring back some blood for me too, will you? I perfer type A blood, but I wouldn't mind an O. The Starbucks I had today just isn't doing it for me," he said lazily, snickering quietly when he turned and saw me trying to hold in the claws again. Controlling the urge to kill was getting harder and harder the longer I waited.

"How about instead of that I rip off your balls and slap you in the face with them? That'll surely wake you up," I replied sarcastically, a growl coming out of my throat as I shoved my hands- or should I say claws- into my hoodie pocket and looked at the ground- letting my hair fall onto my face slightly- as I left the room, not letting anyone look into my eyes.

'I'd rather you scream my name, little miss innocent,' Sammael mid-linked to me, smirk in his tone, making me growl in the hallway and make my grip even tighter.

"What took you so long? Do you know how hard it was to keep these pieces of shit from running away?" The woman said when I opened the doors to the back of the school where our shady parking lot was, just to see a teenage girl who looked to be in her teens holding up two unconscious bodies. One was an eighteen-looking year old girl, and one was a twenty-something year old man. I looked at her apologetically before looking back to them, finally allowing my eyesight, claws, and fangs to fully spring out. Claws growing to the size of my palms, fangs growing out three inches, and my eyes as black as the night when there's no stars or light.

The girl dropped the two humans to the floor and scurried behind a car, knowing that, even if you are supernatural, once I started to feed anything I see would become food as well. I sniffed the air of the two people on the ground, trying to see which one smelled more innocent.

The man, surprisingly, smelled more innocent this time. Usually the girls were more innocent, but this worked out well, since guys normally fill up the demons faster. Thank God for that.

Kicking the unconscious girl over slightly, I walked towards the guy and strattled him, making myself more at home before I could procede to killing him.

Before he could wake up I started to trail my hands up and down the man's chest slowly, manipulating my eyes to turn into the silver, hypnotic eyes.

"Wake up," I whispered seductively, the demons inside of me allowing the fangs to diminish when they realized I was starting to plan the kill.

"Huh? What?" the man murmured, waking up slowly with a little jolt. When he saw me on top of him I tried to hold the gaze as long as I could, hoping I could just put him in a trance on get this over with.

Sadly, luck wasn't on my side today.

"Who are you? Why are you on top of me? I have a girlfriend you know," he said as he slowly sat up, only a tenth of his soul in the trance I put him in. I held in an angered growl as I tucked in my claws and trailed my hands up the inside of his shirt. Immediately his eyes slammed into mine, our connection getting better, but he still somehow managed to resist just enough.

"St-Stop, I have a g-girlf-friend," he stuttered as I ran my claw-free (for now) hands slowly and relaxingly up and down his chest, gulping as he started to sweat from the heat outside. After all, it was ninety degrees out and he was in thick jeans and a long-sleeved shirt.

"Now, why would you be wearing clothes like that in heat like this?" I asked softly as I started to slide his shirt up slowly with my fingertips, watching him shutter. "Wouldn't want you sweating too much, now would we?" I asked innocently as I yanked his top off quickly. I scooted more into him and trailed my hands up to his shoulders, then down his smooth back. I did take a moment to admire his body shape too, he was decently sized and I liked it.

"S-st-sto-" he tried to say as I leaned towards him, but all his words diminished once my cold lips met his hot skin, my nails scratching his back slightly as I trailed them down. Automatically his body relaxed a lot more, the connection almost all the way there, but when I pulled him closer I saw that he was trying to force himself to resist, which made me nervous. I can't kill him without his mind link open. If I don't open up his mind link then he'll just die and his soul will go to heaven. I need him to open up before he dies, to keep me alive and to please the demons.

Mostly, just to keep me alive.

Trying the last plan I could think of; I lightly started to trail little kisses up his neck and to his jaw line, hearing a light moan in response which made me smirk and move my lips up to his lips. Immediately he returned the kiss, grabbing me and pulling me closer to him as he now started to trail kisses down my neck, almost all of the mind link opened.

'Gees, this one is hard,' I noted mentally to myself- though, also enjoying the feeling of his warm lips against my cold skin- as I trailed my hands over to his chest and slowly moved him back onto the floor. 'If this doesn't work, then I'm giving up and try the girl instead,' I muttered in my head, groaning when I realized all I would've had to do was look at her with sad eyes and she would've been gone.

"Why are y-"

"Shhh, baby, be quiet," I whispered seductively, kissing his neck as I rode up in my seat on his lap a little and moved around there slightly, moving up and against his lower region- a held back groan being the only thing I heard in reply to my action as he closed his eyes and hitched a breath out, making me smile sadistic and cynical smile.

He finally opened up.

Not wasting any time I trailed my hands from his shoulders to his solar plexus, unleashed my claws and making them grow longer as they trailed down, before finally digging the ten blades straight down the center of his body, making his eyes widen in surprise and panic before they rolled to the back of his head.

Not enjoying the easy kill I grabbed onto either sides of his rib ages and teared them off, enjoying the cracking sound I heard it make. I closed my blood thirsty eyes and unhinged my jaw, feeling the mist of the soul enter my body and get trapped in the cage inside of me, letting the demons feed on his soul.

"It feels so good to kill," I sighed out as I let my head roll back in a relaxed way, my body almost completely limp as a wave of pleasure and strength swam through me.

"That's disgusting. You threw parts of his ribcage all over the place," she choked out, covering her nose with a mortified look on her face.

"Why'd you cover your nose?" I drawled out happily with a lazy smile on my face, trying to stand up.

"Because the blood and poison smells disgusting," she stated bluntly with a disgusted look on her face as she stared at the man under me. I just laughed.

"I think it smells... amazing," I said dreamily with a big, giddy grin- breathing in the blood with ecstasy. "Absolutely... amazing."