The story of a demon

My hair is flying and the motorcycle is driving on the highway to nowhere. The speed continues to increase, and my thoughts become just a memory of the stars. The clock reads three minutes and forty-five minutes. I lean against my old lady and light a cigarette. The cold penetrates every part of my skin, and the smoke soothes my tense muscles. 1

-Morning, Ze! Did you argue with your mother again?

Nate comes out of nowhere in the dark. A nervous smile appears on my face and then I snort.

-Yes, that woman doesn't understand that I can take care of myself! Ah, guess what? I'm also being punished.

A hysterical laugh fills the yard of my house. The neighbor's dog starts barking, and I can't help but snort again. Nate always made fun of my quarrels with my mother. I prop up the motorcycle better on the jack, and I start for the door of the house.

-Oh, come on! Blaze, wait!

I lean on one leg and tap on it nervously, biting my lip. Nate hugs me, which we look forward to, then murmurs, "Sorry!"

-Sometimes you can be so stupid, Te.

I get up on the boulder under the window and grab the window sill, entering the opening I left.

-We?1

Nate follows my example, but this one, ending up on the floor.

-I don't think you want Victoria to find you in my room at four o'clock in the morning.

I fall into bed. And I touch the white ceiling, not really immaculate. Ever since my dad decided to leave Victoria, this house is a bit of a mess, and my mom is just criticizing me all day. "You say you're an undead in those clothes!" "Do you have any more clean, ink-free skin?" He's always exaggerating. Just because I have a fully tattooed hand and I'm only dressed in black doesn't mean I'm a whore, as she said. I sigh. I get out of bed and go to the kitchen, fill a glass with water, then look at the couch.

Victoria is lying, snoring, with an empty milk bottle next to her, and the pills are untouched. My mother is bipolar, and I have to take care of her, except Victoria doesn't give a damn.

I take two pills out of the box and shake it lightly. She mutters something and half-opens her eyes.

-Come on, Mom!

Victoria looks at me for a long time and then takes those medicines from my hand and the glass of water, swallows them and goes back to bed. Typically. No "thanks!"

- " A body was found recently on the side of a country road in the area of ​​Phonix, and signs of aggression were found on the victim's body. Specialists say he suffered a hemorrhage that led to his death, at half past three in the morning. "

At that moment I passed by, trying to shorten the way home, and a scream was heard behind me, but I thought it was the animals.

-Yes, I teased her, Grandma has to wake up and if she sees the disaster in the house, she kills me.

Nate gave a party without his grandmother's knowledge, and if he found it, he confiscated his car keys. The sun is in the sky, the neighbor's pot is barking all the time and I still can't sleep. The bell rings, followed by a knock.

-Good morning! Blaze Snow?

A tall, black guy, a good friend of the gym, a fine, flawless girl, and a slightly hissing angel's voice, stands like the big door in front of me.

-Who is asking?

-Does not matter! We'll give you three hours to pack, then please, say and close the door.

I hurried up the stairs and opened the door of the room, which was a disaster. I take out a small backpack to put something I need. It's weird that two guys came to me and told me to go with them, but I don't go without a motorcycle, plus it doesn't hurt a little adrenaline.

-Ready! I say and go out the door, where, much to my surprise, I see them, sitting the old woman on a platform. Hey, easy with her!

They say nothing but glance at me and go on.

-Get on!

Does the grumpy man order me? Yeah sure! I open the door on the right and sit in the front passenger seat. The two matahales also get in the car immediately. One of them turns the key in the ignition and the car runs on the road.

-You know, even if I don't know where you're taking me, wouldn't you like to tell me your name?

-I'm Xao, and he's Yalo, the one in the back answers friendly, not like that black matahala.2

-Do I understand that you are Japanese? 1

-Exact! Shut up now!

Does Yalo give me ornine again? No! It does not work that way.

- Fuck you, Yalo! (Go to hell, Yalo)

My grandmother was from Spain, so she taught me a few words, if they can be called that, and my father is Russian, so I understand a little of their language.1

The car is stopped suddenly, and my eyes are covered with a black scarf, then raised like a sack on Yalo's shoulder, more than likely. My bottom makes contact with the cold earth and my palm with a rather sharp stone.

Two muffled sounds of pain are heard, then I am taken up. The leaves rustle under the footsteps of the person carrying me.

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Give me the keys to the motorcycle!

-Nate?

He takes me lightly off his shoulder and pulls me out of my eyes. His face is whiter than ever, and his brown eyes are now as dark as night. It scares me.

-You, you scare me!

His hand grips my arm, and I'm sure I'll have a beautiful bruise there. His gaze was fixed on my hand, from which small drops of blood flowed. When I was slammed to the ground, I cut myself into a stone, but it is superficial. One last drop makes contact with the ground, then Nate isn't even in front of me. You, what happened to you?

I start with small and scared steps towards the motorcycle, holding the key tightly in my hand. I turn the key, starting with speed.

There are two massive bodies on the side of the road, each lying in the mud. Yalo and Xao are dead, and it looks like their necks are broken for sure. I accelerate, and the dust forms a huge cloud behind me.

Where did Nate go like this and how? This morning was too weird ...

The center, as usual, is full, with no need to throw a needle. Since the incident in the forest, I sit on a bench in the park and stare blankly. Nate's gaze was darker than ever, as if he wanted to kill me at that moment, and his disappearance made me think.

The boards creak, and Nate sits on the couch. My heart starts beating fast, my breathing becomes chanted, my hands sweat, and my skin becomes ice cold. I've never been so scared of anyone, Nate has never scared me like that. I get up, but a cold hand stops me.

-Nate, I have to go, excuse me!3

-Blaze, I have to explain to you what happened this morning, please!

My eyes follow his own, which are now the same brown, which always makes me smile. I sigh and sit down on the little couch again.

-I'm listening to you..

His gaze rises from the ground and is as dark as then. She looks at me, then moistens her lips, saying something, but then she's silent.

-I'm waiting, Nate! You scared me pretty much today, plus your disappearance was nothing like that. You never hugged me like that, and the look as if you wanted to kill me on the spot filled the glass.

-I don't know how to explain it to you but I'm sure you'll think I'm crazy, he says, in the end.

-You know that I will always be with you. You're my childhood friend.

Nate and I have known each other since first grade, and we've been like brothers ever since. Together we got our first tattoo, together we had our first run away from home, we did everything together, and now, suddenly, he has secrets from me. Shut up. I nod and get up.

-When you're going to open up to me, look for me.

Warm air is spreading everywhere. I sit on the motorcycle, and when I start two arms around my waist.

-Drive and you'll find out everything you want!

His hands tighten on my abdomen, and his breath warms my throat. The old, abandoned house on the outskirts of town, our place is unchanged. I haven't been here since Nate confessed to me that he likes me and I decided to give it a try, but if it doesn't work out I'll give it up. We sit on the grass in the backyard. I waited suspiciously for his story.2

-Three years ago I met a girl in a bar, she was right after our breakup , I was drunk, and she just took my hand and took me home. She was beautiful, her skin was flawless, her hair was red, her blood was red, her eyes were black at night, and she was so fragile. Appearances deceive, don't they? I was just suffering, I thought I might forget, but she just laughed at me, fed me. He was a killer creature, a vampire. He thought he killed me, that he dried me up, but he was wrong. Her venom engulfed my body before it ended, and then my heart stopped, I died, and I became a beast.

His words make me dizzy. I can not say anything. Mind? Are you crazy? His look is sincere and in addition to what I saw this morning, it has perfect logic.

-I knew you wouldn't really believe me now, who would believe that?

- Me, Nate! I believe you, and everything you've said seems to be taken from those cliché movies like "Twilight" or "TVD" about Emma, ​​which I'm beginning to believe. But now, seriously, I believe you and in the end we believe everything we see and I have seen.

-So you don't think I'm crazy?

-You, I would never do that. You are my best friend and I know you would never lie to me, I answer honestly looking him in the piercing black eyes.

"Exactly, best friends," he repeated in a low voice.

I understand him, but in my soul I know it's not him , my prince on a white horse. Even his sister, Emma, ​​tormented me for months after our breakup, to try, but I couldn't.

Burning breath and soft lips make contact with mine. I haven't felt those lips in a long time, but again, no sensation is created. I respond to the kiss for an unknown reason, and suddenly my back makes contact with the spiky grass. I moan at her contact with my skin. His hand goes under my shirt, stroking my waist. I can not! I stop kissing, and Nate walks away from me quite scared. His face and skin are whiter than ever, his black eyes beating in a rather dark blood, as if he wanted to eat me right now.

-Your blood smells different from last night. Then it smelled of cherries, now it's pungent, as if you smelled the blood of a werewolf, but more refined.

Werewolves? Does that exist?

-From everything I said, are you interested in werewolves? Are you different, but I can't understand why this is possible? Your blood is adjusting so you can camouflage yourself in case you're in danger, just like when my fangs were about to kill you five minutes ago.

-Unu: Why wouldn't I be different? Two: Would you read my mind?

-You can be different, but this is something I haven't encountered, and the thought-reading thing comes with fangs.

A giggle escaped me, and Nate looked at me with a smile. When I told him I believed him, his face and eyes lit up.

-Does your sister know? I ask him to park his motorcycle in the driveway of his house.

-Not! You realize that by now I would have dissected and studied the whole thing, right?

We both burst into laughter that made a dog bark again.

- See you, Te! Take care!

"I'm not the one to be careful now," he whispers before I leave, "but loud enough to hear him."