Dustin

I couldn't help but explore this house again after not seeing it in so long. Now this was my only chance to leave the forbidden memories behind. When I opened the door, my feet touched the carpeted floor of the room for the first time. Dark swirls of lavender, black, ivory, and silver invaded every corner of the dimly lit room as I entered, and the music coming from beneath the bathroom door clouded my concentration for a moment...a rock song, one of subversion authority and childishness spoke...like playfulness, I listened intently to a beautiful voice singing in unison with the singer with an intensity that I began to appreciate and even trust. I sit on the edge of the bed and the smell of perfume disturbs my heightened senses. But I inhale waves of poisonous strawberries and vanilla with such force that I feel like I'm drowning.

A sigh comes from the direction of the bathroom and my eyes suddenly open from blissful dreams. Her skin is as pale as caramel, wrapped in a snow-white towel; those eyes shine brightly in the sunlight like emeralds; her dark, long, lush, wet curls clung to her cheeks; Every curve of her delicious body, her incredibly sweet features are engraved on this innocent face...

“Gilaina.” Her name falls from my lips, my heart begins to beat irregularly inside.

My eyes catch an image behind her, sitting unnoticed in an antique mirror, with ghostly crimson eyes. dark blonde hair covered my forehead in thick, wavy curls; Skin tone with an unusually natural tan compared to the average Caucasian male; and finally I noticed how the green polo shirt clung tightly to my chest and was covered in dried blood and the tears of miserable people.

"Why are you here?" Jilaina whispered hoarsely, her fingers clutching the protective knot of the towel in surprised fury.

“I see that my memory does not do you justice.” I don't remember you looking like a goddess..."

"Don't," she snapped, sighing as she walked over and sat down in front of the huge bed. "DON'T say a word about me, you have no right thinking about me like that, you... you..."

"Animal?" I growl softly in response and raise an eyebrow. Jilaina looks away from me and lifts her feet without noticing anything. I look at her, as silent tears stream down her cheeks, and I want to reach out and touch her. I don't. Ever since I sold my soul, I lost the right to be with her; the plan was to sell myself as a mortal and in return, to receive the immortality of invincibility, which was more useful than ever as Homosapien, and to convince Jilaina Rush that I had not died on the night of my rebirth, and to also flee with me from her overbearing family.

It all started the day I saw her, the rebellious Jilaina, walking through the halls of our high school, and for what reason? I couldn't take my eyes off her, from head to toe, she wasn't a blonde or a naughty brunette, but an unusual woman, at least as my friends and I could assume; They all said that she was just an underage girl who was sent to our school for bad behavior. With her thick black boots and leather jacket I thought the same thing... but we were both wrong, the sexy vixen wasn't that bad but she was different than all the other girls among us. Laney had even been attacked, which was also new considering everyone was friends with each other, but after a red-headed B-Queen named Jennifer mercilessly attacked Jilayna's self-esteem and pride, many others decided to follow suit. I recognized her one day at one of my high school lacrosse games and surprisingly, we hit it off within a day or two.

“I... still love... you,” she cries, turning back to me; The sight of her pain made my heart burst, and before I knew it, I was taking off my dirty shirt to hold the girl to me. "When your mother said you... died... I lost myself. I thought that... I..."

"Shh, I'm here... I'll never leave you, Lainey," I cooed, gently stroking her hair and her back.

"Make love to me, right here." I pulled her out of my wet chest and looked at her eyes questioningly.

"What did you just say?" I gagged, cleared my throat and

"Please? "I've never... slept with... a demon before," Jilaina explained quietly, looking away again as I pulled her chin to keep her eyes level with mine. My thoughts were distorted by restraint, lust and painful love as we looked at each other; At that moment I realized that she really missed me. She was so different from the other girls that Laney caught my attention and amused me right at the start of her freshman year when I was on the lacrosse team and she was sitting in the stands cheering on the team. And now they're back, those sparks of attraction and sensuality, grinding my inner core to pulp; and sending a wave of excitement down much faster than usual over a long, agonizingly long period of time.

"Please?" Laney squealed and waited timidly for my answer. I opened my mouth and answered...