- Eros -

I kissed her like I'd never kissed anyone in my whole existence before. She tasted of everything I loved, berries and alcohol.

I loved the way our lips moulded together, I loved the way her body arched towards mine, I loved the way our tongues found each other like they were perfect halves finally made whole and I loved the way her fingers tangled in my hair.

I kissed and bit my way down her neck and her sweet moans drove me wild.

I pulled away and let my hands travel down to the hem of her skirt, she gazed at me, eyes hazy with lust.

"May I?" I tucked her hair behind her ear with my other hand and I saw her gulp.

She leaned up against me and pressed her body up to mine, her breasts pushed up against me, "You may."

Before I could touch her further I felt a huge impact hit my face and I flew to the ground.

Loud gasps could be heard from the stunned crowd around me.

The alcohol whirled within, making me feel more out of focus than I should've been.

I got picked up by my collar and the idiot that slammed me to the ground stared dead in my face, "You screw things up with my girl and now you want to screw with my ex?! Are you out to get me?!"

I smirked involuntarily, his grip on me was so weak, "Aren't you such a darling?"

I raised my knees and kicked him off me, he flew to the floor while I landed on my feet. Drunk or not, I won't get beaten by a pathetic male human.

Dylan Rogue clutched his ribs as he stood back up with difficulty, glaring at me, "Who the fuck do you think you are?!"

I'm Eros. I decide your fate bitch.

I took a deep breath and snapped my fingers, two bouncers appeared on my flanks and took Dylan out of there.

He fought against them and thrashed his way out of my club. I stood there squarely and watched his stupid ego struggle against my security.

Pathetic.

I turned round to see Destiny watching with curious intense eyes, a small smile playing on her lips.

I can't believe she was actually being paired with someone like Dylan. Why did such a beautiful woman like her have to end up with such a prick?

I didn't even know why I felt angry, it wasn't because of Dylan, nor was it because of Destiny herself.

I was just pissed with the fact she was paired with that idiot. Such a pitiful one at that.

I walked away from the scene as the lights and music resumed. The alcohol in me somehow burnt out and I felt totally sober.

I felt a soft hand grip mine and I spun around to see her sultry eyes gaze at me. So much lust, admiration, passion...

I never caved into any of this.

I gave her my coldest glare, "Get the fuck out of my face."

Destiny's warm eyes hardened and her posture stiffened. Her hold on me slipped away and the confusion on her face turned into hatred in under a whole second.

I know her inside and out, she won't stand someone like me. Someone so inhumane. So rude.

She was a strong believer in female rights and her whole career was built on a lead female character she played for a movie I couldn't recall.

It was a huge hit. As her other movies were.

She will never tolerate a man like me, having girls for fun and throwing them away the moment I'm done with them.

I don't really care, living forever does this to you.

She glared at me, the cold steeling me to my very bones. I straightened myself, not letting myself succumb to her angry beauty.

"You want me to leave?" She asked daringly.

I closed the distance between us in one single step, I felt the anger in me seep onto her as I pointed to the exit, "OUT."

I swear I saw a glint of pain flash on her face but it was gone too quickly as she clenched her fists and stared at me, "Fuck you."

Her words tasted worse than venom. Believe me, I've tried all kinds of them. Rage came off her in waves, but she kept it all in.

With a huff, I watched her leave. Her figure sliding past the crowd out into the moonlight.

I groaned and felt a horrible feeling settle in my gut. No, it wasn't the alcohol. Something else.

I brushed it aside and strode out to my car.

I've had enough of Destiny and her other half for tonight.

***

I heard her voice. I could see her face.

Her hands tangling in my hair, her lips a perfect fit for mine, my arms around her waist like they belonged there.

"Fuck you."

Her words, even in her most venomous state tasted like pure honey to me.

I won't show her that, she can never know. 

I can never be paired, I will never have a partner.

Still.

I could kiss her harder, press her closer to me, feel her grind against my hardness, hear every single moan from her, hear her pant and scream my name, feel every bit of her around me, taste every single drop of her sweet nectar, feel her nails digging into my back.

I want her, and only her. 

I want Destiny.

My eyes flew open and I found myself in the middle of nowhere. My Huracan was off the road on a pavement, smashed into a street lamp.

My mind pounded slowly, Destiny's face appearing in my thoughts even in such a situation. I remember asking her to fuck off.

And she did.

"Damn it," I cursed under my breath.

I'll never see her again. Worse still, Dylan will never come back to the club too. I can't pair them again like this.

I groaned and stared at the wreckage I was in. I must've blacked out after crashing. The dried blood on my face and the aching pains in my body confirmed it.

I healed pretty quickly, it was part of me. I tried killing myself a few times before but I always healed.

Actually, I tried many times, it just never worked. It's honestly pointless for me to live. I don't really care who gets paired with who.

The humans will work their own way around it. I'm only doing this based on instinct, nothing more.

Payne has been with me a lot. Every time he reincarnates he will be drawn back to me. He will find me one way or another. 

But while I'm waiting for him to grow up and find his way, it gets extremely boring. It can take a century at a time before he returns. 

To what I know, no human on this Earth who leaves ever returns.

I'm guessing I'm lucky enough that the Heavens let Payne return to me. 

I shook myself out of my miserable thoughts and dragged my body out of the wreck.

The street was extremely quiet. I probably drove into the less established part of the city.

My grey suit was dirty with sand and blood and I remember speeding down the road before a car appeared in front of me.

I swerved and rammed straight into the street lamp. That was when I probably blacked out.

I looked up into the sunny sky, "It would be nice if you would you know, actually let me die. I fucking hate this place and I hate YOU!"

I roared and thunder rumbled, my rage echoing into the clouds.

I tried not to tamper with the weather, even though my emotions screw that up too. Sometimes.

My database actually picked up a few Elite humans in the world. One of which could control the weather.

His name was Skye or something I can't really remember.

Payne of course, poor fellow. He was born from pain. Every time we met in all his lives, he was thrown into a gang and it made him strong.

Stronger than an average human. Physically and emotionally.

Hence him being able to be my assistant.

He was also, of course, very good at inflicting pain.

The strain in my body was getting irritating and I realised my ribs were broken.

I straightened my legs and arms to make sure they were alright and they would heal fine. I pushed my body and fixed my bones, grinding my teeth to absorb the slightest pinch of pain.

I felt my blood flow smoothly through me as it began healing my insides properly.

I felt better in a few seconds.

I walked over to my car and pulled it away from the limp street lamp.

My car was bust, it wouldn't start.

I pulled the shattered windscreen away and grappled around the inside of the car for my phone. I felt a slight sting as the glass shards cut my skin, but I didn't really care. 

I turned the screen on and heard the rumbling of motorcycles behind me.

Let's see.

Some Harleys, three to be exact. Four Sporty Yamahas and two Indian Chief Classics.

"What is this punk doing here?" I heard one of them talking and I dialled Payne's number.

"Maybe he's looking for his death wish eh?" Another mumbled and all of them laughed deeply.

I held my phone to my ear, hearing it ring for a few seconds before it got rudely snatched from me.

"WE'RE TALKING HERE PUSSYCAT! LISTEN UP!" A bearded middle-aged man yelled and pulled my shoulder back to look at them.

Grimy bunch.

All in typical leather jackets and vests, bandanas and forests of facial hair.

I didn't want to play with them, it wasn't fun.

I put my hand out, "My phone."

The man who yelled at me looked back at his mates and started another chorus of laughter.

I glared at him, who the hell were these people and where the fuck was this place?

"I said MY PHONE," I pressed and he saw the firmness in my eyes.

"Who do you think you are eh? A fancy man in a bloody suit?" He shoved me but I barely moved an inch. I just glared at him harder.

Technically he was right I mean, my suit was kind of bloody. A lot bloody actually but that's what happens when you get into a car accident.

His other friend, slightly more built than him came up instead, "We own this town here boy, and we like to do whatever we want in OUR TOWN!" He grabbed my phone from his buddy and threw it to the ground. The whole screen shattered and I felt the anger in me rise.

Was he fucking serious?

He grabbed my collar and threw a punch but I stopped his hand mid-air and flung him to the ground.

The eight behind who were watching immediately jumped off their bikes and came straight for me.

I didn't bother dodging their hits, they barely hurt.

Instead, I slammed each of their faces with my fist and watch them fall to the ground. Knocked out cold.

There wasn't a single whimper from them, the way I like it. 

Their noses were crooked and blood streamed down their finished faces.

"Bloody hell," I strode up to a Harley and hopped on, twisting the throttle and flying down the empty streets.