About 30 minutes of me and Zach discussing the incident back at my place, and we are still shocked. Did that woman die? Were there casualties? Wounded? We caught the incident on the news already. It's gonna be the hot topic for weeks.
"Angry drunk. The deadliest combo sometimes. Jesus. That's the first time that club has had anything like that happen before. I go often. Sorry our date was ruined."
I feign disbelief. "Wait. That was a date?"
He grins. "Don't act like you don't already know."
I playfully bite my lip. "You know me so well."
"I know what you show me. Actually, I still know very little about you." Zach stares into my eyes. "I want to know everything about you."
I blush. "Really?"
"Really. I mean it."
We just look at each other.
Zach looks down and chuckles. "Alright. Well, it's getting late. I should get going. I don't know about you, but I'm slightly traumatized and might never go to a club again."
"Oh yeah. Same. Never again. Any place where there is bound to be angry people, I'll avoid it. That's what we get for clubbing the same day we went to church. God is punishing us."
Zach opens the front door. "Honestly, I forgot we had church this morning. Punishment indeed. See you on Sunday. Maybe I'll remember to ask for your number."
"Maybe. We'll see. Later."
"Later." He closes the door and I hear his footsteps head towards the elevators.
I hear the sound of the refrigerator opening. Startled, I don't move. I hear a soda can open and footsteps approaching me from behind. That's when I see a figure against the wall in my peripheral vision. I close my eyes once I see a hint of red.
"Trish. I had to make sure it was you and not my imagination. How long has it been? Oh yeah, two years about. A year, 7 months, and 3 weeks to be exact."
I stand up and walk over to the sink right past him. I don't acknowledge his presence. I open the fridge, grab a water bottle, and walk back to the sofa and turn on the TV.
"You think you can ignore me? Trish?" When I don't reply he starts laughing. "I get it. See no evil, hear no evil, right? I don't go away. I told you this before, babe."
I take a nice, long sip from my water as I flip through Netflix shows. I can hear him take a sip from the soda. Suddenly, I feel the sofa shift. I finally turn my head and directly look at him. He's staring at me.
"Hi... I guess." I say as I look back at the TV. He's sitting right next to me. I can feel his eyes burning into the side of my head. Probably reading my mind right now, too.
"I am reading your mind. Only because you won't talk to me. If you want me to stop then just ask nicely." I can hear the smile in his voice.
I turn my body on the sofa to fully face him. "Fine. I'll ask nicely. Please get out my head. Please stand up. And please get out of my house."
He frowns. "You've changed. I should of known. You smell different. Not to mention the sexy red hair is gone. It's so boring looking now. Luckily, you're still as cute as I remember."
"Sorry to disappoint. What are you even doing here?"
"Isn't it obvious? You saw me at the night club and I heard my name from someone's thoughts. The inner voice sounded familiar and when I traced the location it was you. I never expected to see you again. And I never expected you to smell so holy. It's almost disgusting, but it's you so it's bearable. I can see the aura surrounding you. Its clean. No dark in it anymore. What a shame."
I don't respond. I just look at him waiting for him to keep talking.
"No response. Okay... it's like I'm talking to a different person."
"Uh huh." I start glancing at my phone feeling a bit bored. He just came to see if it was me.
I look up and his jaw slightly clicks. "I don't like this new you. Everything about this scene in front of me pisses me off. I was expecting to at least see hints or a glimmer of the Trish I know and love. You're hollow in comparison."
I'm slightly offended, but I try to stay calm. Let him talk until he gets bored and leaves. I refuse to feed into him.
He sighs. "Look. Let me clear some things up. One, I'm sorry for almost killing you. Two, I'm not here to prey on you. I just came to catch up and talk. I already have 3 people I'm feeding on. So you can put your guard down a little bit."
It wouldn't hurt. It's not like I'm gonna give in to temptation again. I won't. "Alright. The wall has lowered a little a bit. I'll talk."
His icy blue eyes study mine before he sends me a friendly grin. "How are you?"
I roll my eyes. "Like you care."
He angrily throws the soda at the wall. "You know what? I've fucking missed you like crazy and I finally see you again and you change and then you... ugh. Never mind. It doesn't matter." He stands up and starts pacing back and forth in front of me. His eyes are red and every pant is followed by a low, guttural growl.
"Amon. Calm down." I attempt to dim the flames. I should feel scared, but I'm not.
"I'm trying! It's just.... UGH! I don't know what the fuck I'm feeling. I can't... identify it. And it's pissing me off." He starts laughing. I assume it's because he doesn't know how else to react.
I've never seen him act this way before, damn. He seems so confused and angry and he seem vaguely amused by it too. Also, he said he missed me. Another lie? Most likely.
I don't like seeing him so conflicted. I stand up and place my hands on his shoulders, forcing him to look at me. "Hey. Calm down. Breathe."
He gazes into my eyes, then his eyes dart to my lips. He gently pushes me away as he reaches down to pick up the soda can. "I'm sorry. I'll clean this up. I wasn't trying to destroy your home or whatever."
"Leave it. I'll clean it. You are... clearly stressed. Talk to me."
He takes my wrist and guides me to the bedroom. He closes the door behind me. "The cross on the wall was bothering the fuck out of me. I couldn't stay in that room much longer without burning it."
"Oh ok." I lean against the door and watch him sit on the edge of my bed.
He takes the time to actually look at me fully. He examines my clothes and my posture. He cocks an eyebrow. "Your style hasn't changed. Good."
"Why do you suddenly care about what I wear? And what do you mean by you missed me? You're a demon, so I don't understand why you think I'll fall for the fake feelings."
He licks his lips while turning away from me. "I told you I liked you. You were different. You still are. You're still not scared of me. After everything I've done. No fear at all. That's something rare. I need someone like you."
"To feed off of. I know."
"No." He smiles. I've never seen him smile like this. It's not mocking, and it's not wicked. It's almost... sweet.
He gets up and walks up to me. He gently grabs my hand and rubs his thumb over it. His eyes dart around as if he's uncomfortable. "Sorry. I've never been affectionate before. My brother, Lust, is the expert."
He suddenly drops my hand and he backs up a few steps. "The day we met. I admit, I was talking out of my ass about being in love. Immediately, after I dropped the chandelier, I regretted it. For the first time, I felt I had gone too far and I've done way, way worse. It's strange that after thinking about you a few weeks ago, you show up at the club I was at. Sorry you had to see the results of my feasting."
"Amon. You don't even sound like yourself. You're talking like you have emotions. I've never heard you sound so... sincere and caring. 'Sorry' and 'affectionate' are words I didn't know you knew existed."
He laughs. "I know right. I sound like a fucking love sick loser."
"You don't love me." I say confidently.
"I shouldn't. It's not in my nature. What I'm feeling is bizarre."
I know how to test it. If he loved me, he wouldn't kill me. I'll start praying.
"Dear Heavenly Father.." I start.
His eyes widen as he back away from me. "Trish. What the fuck?!"
"... thank you for protecting me all these years and thank you for..."
"Trish. Please. Stop." His true voice is seeping more through with every word.
"...protect me from all sources of..."
"Babe. Baby. Please. It actually hurts my bones. Fuck. Fuck and fuck."
I send him a taunting look. "Make me stop."
He stares at me confused until he starts bursting out into laughter. "Oh that's smart babe. That's clever. Listen to me; I would never try to hurt you again."
"Empty words."
His eyes light up. " You're right, words are empty."
He walks up to me, leans down, and plants a kiss on me. I'm in so much shock that I push him off. I stare at him in confusion. He smirks before he trying again. I push him back.
"Stop. What are you doing?"
"I'm using actions instead of words. Trish. Babe. I can play this game all day. You look so cute when you blush."
I'm blushing?
"You are. And it's cute. My little badass has softened up, but we both know you haven't changed who you are. I can deal with a nice Patricia. That's fine. But, I need that sass to come back. It was sexy."
Is he being... serious? He can't be. He's not himself at all. I have to be talking to a different demon who took over the old vessel. No, because earlier he caused this man to rage out and attack his significant other who was cheating on him. He threw his soda against the wall. He has this vibe that radiates his involuntary influence. Just him standing in my radius is unconsciously awakening something I haven't felt in a while.
No doubt this is Wrath. So... does he actually like me?
"C'mon do I have to actually say it? You're a smart girl, Trish." He puts his hands in his pockets and casually walk in a small circle. Probably awaiting my response.
I'm suddenly a bit nervous now. I don't know how to process this information. I don't even know how I feel towards him. Despite what I said to Azrael, I no longer fear him when he's directly in front of me. I don't hate him either. I should. He tried to kill me.
He tried to kill me.
So why do I feel intrigued?
"Well... do you think I'll be just your pet or whatever? Because if so-"
"I hate pets. So no worries." He smirks and winks at me. "I just want you as my partner... I guess. Doesn't matter the label. You're mine now."
I'm suddenly outraged. "The fuck you just say to me?! I'm nobody's god damn property. The only thing you're kissing is my ass, so fuck off." I stomp out my room and slam the door shut behind me.
By the time I get to the front door, it's locked. "Open the door, Amon!"
"There it is. That's my Trish." He whispers in my ear from behind me. He sniffs me. "Baby, you smell delicious."
I have to calm down. He's feeding off me. He can't help himself once he gets taste of my frustration.
I turn around and confidently look him down as if he wasn't shit. "Hope you enjoyed that. You're not getting more from me. That's as pissed off as I get these days."
He inhales deeply, and then exhales. "Only a trace of your anger lingers. I can just barely smell it. Shame. That didn't last long at all. It was a pleasant surprise, though. It got me a bit... excited or whatever. Off the record, I don't like talking about sex. I just want it when I want it. It's not a common activity for me either, so..."
"So..?" I press on out of curiosity.
"I already told you. Geez. You must not pay attention at church. No wonder your mother was so displeased."
His words hit a nerve in me. I ignore it anyway.
"Ooh. Too soon? Sorry. I was trying to be funny."
"You're great at bringing the angry side out of me." I look at my feet.
"I know. It use to be easier, but I can still tap out little bursts of anger from you. I was afraid that the old you was gone completely. I'm glad I can taste you again."
I blush from his last sentence. It sounds so dirty and it doesn't help he always talks with this... I don't know... mocking tone? Or is it more of a slightly amused tone? Either way, he knows what it sounds like even though I know he's talking about my rage and not my... lower part... or whatever.
He walks past me, but grips my wrist and guides me to sit next to him on the couch. "Get your mind out of the gutter." He laughs.
"You know what you were doing."
"True."
"I swear, Amon. You're something else. You've changed a lot. Who have you been spending time with lately? Lust right?"
He scoffs and laughs. Clearly he is amused. "My brother gave me some tips and has trained me a bit. I actually asked for his help after I saw you at the club. Fucking lame, I know. But, I like you. So I thought it'd be fun to try."
I'm lost. "Try what?"
"A real kiss. Not a peck. Not to mess with you. A genuine kiss. Wanna try it? It would be my first time being... fucking vulnerable or some shit. I don't know. I don't like talking about feelings, but I have to so you know I'm being serious."
His reluctant honesty is appreciated. He looks so out of his element. Normally he'd have no trouble staring me down, in order to intimidate. I can see confidence fluctuate and he's trying to stop fighting himself and go with the flow. I can see it.
I can't help but smile. "You're seriously infatuated with me. This is crazy. I can get behind this."
He looks skeptical. "I haven't been reading you're mind for a few minutes, so I don't know if I'm convincing you or not. I only read minds when manipulating or teasing. Speaking of teasing..." His jaw tightens.
"What? What is it?" I question.
"Doesn't matter. It's irrelevant. I just want to kiss you. C'mere." He gestures for me to come closer. He winks when I don't move.
It feels wrong to want to kiss a demon willingly. That being said, I wanna kiss him.
"I would hope you wanna kiss me. I'm your first kiss after all. I promise I won't be too aggressive, but aggressiveness is in my nature. Just a warning. Also, if things get intense, let me know if you wanna stop... and maybe I might." His eyes are devouring me now. I feel drawn to him. My body is getting turned on by the energy he's radiating.
He gently pulls my arm and places it on his thigh. "I said c'mere, babe. Let me kiss you." He places a hand on my cheek and guides my face towards his. I'm practically in a trance. I'm too lost looking at his lips to think properly.
"Don't think, beautiful. Just react." His voice is low as his hot breath warms my face as he closes his eyes.
Finally, our lips touch and this time I'm ready for it. His lips don't move at first, like he's savoring the taste. I wish I knew what he was thinking, but all I can feel is my heart pounding and my stomach falling. I decide to start moving first, and the second I do he follows my lead. I pull away and suggest to move my bedroom.
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