Silky and smooth

I broke the kiss and looked at Peirce. His face of course was beautiful. But, what stopped me was the fact that he did not know what I was or what I wasn’t. Which was fully human. I brought my legs up to my chest and rested my chin on my knees. I didn’t want to hurt him and I didn’t know how he would react to me if he founds out that I’m part demon. I didn’t want to think about it but, I knew that I had to tell him. “Hey what’s wrong,” Peirce asked me. I shook my head and sighed. “Nothing,” I answered. Peirce being as he is sensed my uneasiness. “Come on Clair, what’s up?” Peirce asked. I sighed and turned to look at him. I embraced him and breath in the scent of him. I felt less tense although I knew that the problem still existed. “Nothing,” I said. Peirce titled his head to the side and stared at me. “Something is wrong. I can tell cause you acting all tense and stuff,” Peirce said. I sighed and brought my knees up to my chest. I felt like a little girl in this position but, I didn’t care. “What if I told you that I was bitten by a demon?” I asked him. His eyes narrowed as he looked as he looked at me. “Are you serious? Why would you act like your all depressed about something that happened and then joke like that?” Peirce said with a hint of anger. My mouth dropped open. I couldn’t believe that someone who kills all the things that go bump in the night can think that what I was saying wasn’t true. I was baffled. I closed my mouth and drew my knees in tighter. “ Why would I joke about something like that? Have you ever wondered why I had my arm wrapped up?” I asked. Doubt flashed across his face and he abruptly stood up. Peirce paced about the room in a manner I have never seen. “Are you serious?” He asked again. “ Yes I am,” I said standing up. I walked towards him ready to embrace him but, when he saw me he recoiled. His face was guarded. I felt myself draw closer to the pit of depression again. I hurt. It wasn’t a kind of hurt that could just go away but, this was the kind of hurt that ate you from the inside out. That burned and took until there was nothing left. The look in Peirce eyes let me know what I was and what I could never be. Which was human. I couldn’t be the young women I was who didn’t know nothing about the hidden world of creatures. I couldn’t be the girl who he wanted me to be. I let my out stretched hand fall beside my hip. I knew that my eyes looked cold but, I wanted him to feel the pain I was going through. “Look just- don’t touch me right now I need to think,” Peirce said. I felt my lips press into a thin line. I took a deep breath to stifle my anger. “Nothing has changed. I’m still the same. I just couldn’t take you not knowing all of me,” I told him. I felt the coldness leave my eyes. Peirce looks at me. “I-I don’t know Clair, ”He said. I reached for him again and Peirce stepped back tripping off of a shoe falling. Usually I have great reflexes but, my emotions were so jumbled up that instead of catching him my nails cut his arm drawing blood. “Im sorry I- At that second the best scent I ever smelled hit the air. It smelt of youth and anger. It smelt like Peirce. I knew it was his blood that drew me. My eyes locked on to the red that ran down his arm and my mouth filled up with saliva. I moved with so much incredible speed that Peirce didn’t noticed I moved until he felt the sting of the incisors that grew in my mouth. The skin broke easily as I bite down. I felt like a vampire and part of me knew that what I was doing was wrong. But, when his blood filled my mouth all conscious thoughts disappeared after the first gulp. I heard a moan escaped my lips as his life poured down my throat. I felt Peirce struggle against me. It felt like feathers were grazing my skin. I don’t know what happened but, something click. I couldn’t say but, all my thoughts flood back into me. My humanity. I was drinking Peirce blood. I jumped off him and basically flew across the room. Peirce got up slowly and stared at me with eyes that said nothing. They were so guarded and distant. The way he was looking at me was as if he never met me in his life. I felt something slide down my cheek. I reached up and found myself crying when did this happen? “ Peirce I don’t know- I didn’t know what happen. That never happened before,” I said. Peirce didn’t say anything but stared at me for a long time. I couldn’t read him at all. He looked down at his arm and then finally walked out of my room.

I found myself walking to Wrights office. I knocked on the door and got a grunt in response. I opened the door and spotted Wright at his desk scrambling through loads of paper. After a couple of attempts to find what he was looking for he finally looked up at me. He face grew a smile as he looked at me. “Ah Clair nice to see you,” Wright sad. I smiled despite my mood. I sat down in the chair that was in front of his desk. The calmness that radiated from Wright helped me a little. I sighed and looked about the room. When I looked back at Wright his smile faded and his face looked serious. “Don’t tell me? You attacked someone?” Wright asked. My face must have answer the question because he sighed and shook his head. “How did you know?” I asked him. Wright gave a small smile. “You have fresh blood on your chin and some on your shirt,” He said. I looked down at myself and sure enough there was red droplets on my shirt. I wiped my mouth with my palm and red came on it. I sighed and felt my eyes sting with tears. I will not cry. I will not cry. I said to my self over and over. “Wright,” My voice cracked as I called his name. I cleared my throat. “Wright. I bit him. His blood tasted like liquid candy to me. What the fuck is happening to me? I mean I knew about my super healing and super strength and healing. But, where did the bloodlust come from? How can I- “ Wait. Who did you bite Clair?” Wright asked. I was taken back a bit. It seemed like he didn’t care about me at all but, the person I bit. “I bit Peirce,” I said coldly. Wright eyes narrows at me. “Clair don’t get all defensive on me. I was asking because he might turn into something like you,” He said. I felt the color drain from my face. I knew I looked so pale right now that I could cross as someone who is albino. I swallowed. “Are you saying that he-he could be like me because I bit him? He would never forgive me! He looked so disgusted when I told him about me. Oh my Lord in Heaven! What have I done?” I asked to no one in particular. I stood up and paced. This was probably what Peirce felt minutes ago when told him about myself. I punched the wall and felt only a tickle. But the part of the wall I did punch fell onto the floor. I looked at my knuckles. They were bloody and split open but immediately they started to heal. Wright said nothing but I turned around and looked at him. “Sorry,” I said not caring if my voice sounded genuine or not. I bite my lip and heard my breathing increase. I probably was hyperventilating at the moment. It didn’t matter because I wouldn’t die off of something so simple. After a couple of tries my breathing evened out. ‘Are you done?” Wright asked. I turned and glared at him. “I think I’m okay now,” I told him. Wright nods and stands up. “I never said that I was sure about him becoming like you. Its just a theory. You were bit and hand some of the strengths of the demons. I was just assuming okay?” Wright said. I nod. The reassurance he gave me made me feel better but not all the way. Anger boiled in me and spilled over. “I just wish that I could get what ever Demi-God that set that demon free that killed my mom. That bit me and ruined my life. I just want- I stopped in mid sentence because I didn’t know what I wanted for myself. I only knew that what I wanted for my mom is revenge. And to get revenge that particular Demi-God had to die. A thought occurred to me.” Can Demi-Gods be killed?” I asked. For the first time since I been here Wright seemed surprised. His eyebrows shot sky high and his mouth parted slightly. “Its possible. But, highly impossible,” Wright said. I nod. “So your saying that it can be done?” I asked. Wright nods but shakes his head. “Don’t think about it Clair. What ever you are thinking it’s not going to happen,” He said. “Why not? If its possible I want to be able to kill it,” I said with a voice that gone cold. “Listen Clair, even if I let you, there is o way to tell which Demi-God did it. And even if you found that out, you would never be able to find the Demi-God. I’m sorry Clair it’s not going to happen,” Wright said again. I shook my head. “Even the smallest outcome can end up as the result. I refuse to believe that nothing can be done,” I said walking to the door. I paused at the thresh hold and looked at Wright. “I’m visiting my old house today. So if you need me you know where I would be,” I said walking out of his office and closing the door. I let out a long breath and started to walk back to my dungeon. Which was my room. On my way there everyone stared at me. I sighed it was going to be a while until I could get use to living here. I kept on walking but, a guy I did not know cut me off. My eyes narrowed. Every time this happens to me a fight breaks out. “Excuse me,” I said to him. He doesn’t move and I was about to push him until he opens his mouth to speak to me. “Hi Clair. I heard a lot about you,” He said in a voice that was soft. He couldn’t be older than 16. His voice was soft but, deep and he had a calm aura about him. I wasn’t tense with thinking I was about to fight. I smiled at him. He grinned. “I’m Gabet,” He said sticking his hand out. I shook it. “So Gabet what made you want to be so nice to me. It seems that every person I meet wants to fight. So why are you so different?” I asked him. Gabet grins. “Well I just wanted to meet the person that kicked Angels ass face to face. I’ve never liked her much anyways,” He said with a slight accent. I tilted my head to the side and examined him. He was pale and had nice jet-black hair. I could see his blonde roots growing in so I knew that it wasn’t his natural color. Besides his looks his attitude made me like him. “Alright Gabet. How about you come on a little trip with me. It might be dangerous because I’m going back to where I was attacked by a demon. You up for it?” I asked not really believing he would come. Something shifted in Gabets body language. His eyes came from a nice grassy green to a cold green. They were even greener than Eva’s. His aura changed to one of arrogance. I smelt his hatred and his strength. I started to like him more. “I would love to walk into any kind of danger as long as a demon is concerned,” Gabet said. I frowned. “What if I told you I was part demon what would you do?” I asked him. Gabet looked me over from my face, to my waist, down to my toes and up again. His green eyes became warm again. Gabet shrugs. “ You don’t look like a demon to me,” He said simply. I blinked. “But, I am. So would you still go?” I asked him again. Gabet sighs, “I don’t know you well but if Wright let you stay here that means that your not cruel like most demons, it means that you still have human qualities and that you can be trusted. So yeah Ill still go,” He said. I was momentarily taken back. I didn’t think of it that way. It took a boy to tell me something that I should have noticed myself. That no matter what happened to me. No matter what I turned into. My name would always be Clair. “Okay then lets go,” I said.