Pets, not Slaves
What's the Purpose When the Purpose is Gone
Chapter 23
They came out of no where. Three demons break through the window, coming inside the house. I duck as I see the silver gun, a murder machine meant for me.
The two bullets miss me and hit Mariah right between her eyes.
The burning pain of my fangs and the disgusting taste of foam fills my mouth. In a rush of adrenaline I rush towards the two brown haired demons, grabbing the gun and shooting the last bullet at one of them.
I stand there, gun in my hands as Alex rushes down the stairs towards Mariah's lifeless body. He holds her head in his lap, begging her to wake up. To not be dead. The pain in his voice is too hard to listen to.
The pain of losing a loved one. I caused someone the same pain.
I drop the gun, staring at the lifeless body of the demon. I ended two lives; the human and the demon. A murderer. I'm a murderer.
“You didn’t do what you promised. Next time you’ll end up dead.”
The cool, evil, sound of his voice sends chills up my spine.
The manipulative demon that stole my brothers life
The piece of shit that hurt Alex
Crowley
Alex lunges forward, attempting to get to Crowley. I grab him by his belt and yank him behind me. He scratches, even bites my arms trying to get out of my grasp, all the while kicking and screaming.
“I assured you supplies and back up if you go to war anytime soon, I pissed off every single person in the kingdom by taking wealth. What else do you want?” I snap. I don’t have the patience to deal with any of this.
“The slaves”
“These are lives! This isn’t some little game! Taking slaves away from my people and giving them to you is assuring anarchy on my end and countless murders on yours.”
“Oh, oh no…. I almost cared!” Crowley laughs. I can only see my brother when he does this. The older brother who played with me, taught me how to draw, helped me with everything. But Crowley’s wicked laugh fills his mouth now, his voice the same but words now twisted. It’s painful being around him. Not only because of the damage Crowley has done, but the betrayal on my brothers end. He chose to gave his life, for evil. For power. A vampire vessel would be powerful, and since he’s still conscious, he sees how much power he has. I just hope he sees the evil he’s done, trusting such a manipulative demon.
My thoughts are interrupted when Alex jumps on my foot. I move away in pain, accidentally letting him go. He lunges towards Crowley, his hands in fists as if he could do any harm.
With a flick of the wrist, he sends Alex crashing into the wall next to him. He lands with a loud thud, bringing his knees to his chest and groaning.
“THIS IS ENOUGH! I WON’T TAKE ANY MORE OF THIS, DAMMIT! LEAVE!”
I hate yelling. I hate the echo that fills the emptry house, the yelling that follows, the anger, the taste of the nasty words leaving my mouth. But enough is enough.
“Human lover.” He smirks. My broth- his lips curl into a disgusting evil grin.
“Not as bad as a murder.” I growl. I feel more foam drip down my chin, but don’t even feel my fangs growing longer from anger. The pain is blinded by uncontrolable anger.
“Don’t you forget? You’re a murder. You’ve killed the innocent as well, all because-”
Before he can finish his sentence, I lunge for him. I shove him over, my hands finding his wrists and pinning him down to the wooden floors. I hover above him, my fangs inches from his face. The foam from my mouth drips onto his forehead. His black eyes look up at me, the black portraying the darkness that fills his twisted mind.
“I want you to leave, and to not return. I will not let you take any more lives, including the slaves. Their death isn’t certain with vampires at least.” I say as calmly as I can. The fact that my fangs are so long I can’t close my mouth makes it hard to speak.
“I think that may cause a problem for you, Jack.”
I look up, accidentally loosening my grip. I feel him shift his weight below me, and next thing I know I’m in terrible pain. I feel myself flying backwards, crashing into the cabnet full of expensive wine glasses. With a loud crash I fall to the floor along with all the wine glasses. A burning pain fills my entire burning, and my vision blurrs for a moment.
When my vision refocuses, I look up to see Milla walking over to me. Her rainbow hair blowing behind her, even with no wind, gives her a graceful effect. Even without her powers her stunning beauty could compel people. I’m gay, yet I’m almost frozen by her beauty. Her powers are obviously in her appearance.
“Crowley has promsed me half the slaves. I highly suggest that you not piss me off.”
She towers above me, her blue eyes showing so much anger that it scares me. Her hair changes to a dark redish-purple color. Humanloid’s hair changes color when they’re feeling a strong negative emotion, just like demons eyes go completely back or vampires fangs come out.
“I expect more of the kindoms wealth and slaves. Don’t dissapoint me, Jack.”
Her voice usually alluring and charmig now harsh and cold. I close my eyes for a moment, and next thing I know they’re gone. I slowley get to my feet, ignoring the pain all over my body, and rush to Alex’s side. He isn’t bleeding, but large purple and green bruises are already forming all over his body. I turn him over slightly to make sure he’s alright but he just shoves my arm away and stands up by himself.
“YOU IDIOT! IT’S ALL YOUR FALUT! IT’S ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT!” He screams, pounding his fists on my already sore chest. He screams this over and over while punching, slapping, and kicking me.
“SHE’S DEAD! SHE’S FUCKING DEAD AND IT’S ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT!” He screams again, attempting to shove me backwards. Being much stronger than him, I don’t move an inch. Although I’m not going to lie, it hurts.
“YOU MURDER! IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT! SHE’S DEAD! FUCKING DEAD! I’M ALL ALONE AND IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT!”
He throws his last punch before falling into my arms, sobbing uncontrolably. I hold him against my chest as he sobs. He pulls away and crawls away from me and over to Mariahs cold, dead, bloody body. Ignoring the blood trailing from the back of her head he holds her head and closes her eyes gently. He lays her head down and sobs into her chest, not letting go of her hand.
I walk over and put my hand on his shaking shoulder, but he just shakes my hand off.
“Fuck off.” He mumbles.
“Alex I didn’t do-”
“LEAVE ME ALONE!” He screams, letting go of her hand to shove me back.
“Please-”
“SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE!” He screams again, starting to cry again. I wan’t to insist that he let me near him, for him to realize I didn’t know this would happen and for me to be there, a shoulder to cry on. But I can’t listen to all this crying, his yelling and screaming. It’s too painful to listen to. If I have to listen to it for one more minute I’ll start crying. You can hear the pain, feel the pain in his cries. The girl was his life, the only thing keeping him alive. The only reason he still saw a point in living. Someone’s going to take her place. Who else but me?
They came out of no where. Three demons break through the window, coming inside the house. I duck as I see the silver gun, a murder machine meant for me.
The two bullets miss me and hit Mariah right between her eyes.
The burning pain of my fangs and the disgusting taste of foam fills my mouth. In a rush of adrenaline I rush towards the two brown haired demons, grabbing the gun and shooting the last bullet at one of them.
I stand there, gun in my hands as Alex rushes down the stairs towards Mariah's lifeless body. He holds her head in his lap, begging her to wake up. To not be dead. The pain in his voice is too hard to listen to.
The pain of losing a loved one. I caused someone the same pain.
I drop the gun, staring at the lifeless body of the demon. I ended two lives; the human and the demon. A murderer. I'm a murderer.
“You didn’t do what you promised. Next time you’ll end up dead.”
The cool, evil, sound of his voice sends chills up my spine.
The manipulative demon that stole my brothers life
The piece of shit that hurt Alex
Crowley
Alex lunges forward, attempting to get to Crowley. I grab him by his belt and yank him behind me. He scratches, even bites my arms trying to get out of my grasp, all the while kicking and screaming.
“I assured you supplies and back up if you go to war anytime soon, I pissed off every single person in the kingdom by taking wealth. What else do you want?” I snap. I don’t have the patience to deal with any of this.
“The slaves”
“These are lives! This isn’t some little game! Taking slaves away from my people and giving them to you is assuring anarchy on my end and countless murders on yours.”
“Oh, oh no…. I almost cared!” Crowley laughs. I can only see my brother when he does this. The older brother who played with me, taught me how to draw, helped me with everything. But Crowley’s wicked laugh fills his mouth now, his voice the same but words now twisted. It’s painful being around him. Not only because of the damage Crowley has done, but the betrayal on my brothers end. He chose to gave his life, for evil. For power. A vampire vessel would be powerful, and since he’s still conscious, he sees how much power he has. I just hope he sees the evil he’s done, trusting such a manipulative demon.
My thoughts are interrupted when Alex jumps on my foot. I move away in pain, accidentally letting him go. He lunges towards Crowley, his hands in fists as if he could do any harm.
With a flick of the wrist, he sends Alex crashing into the wall next to him. He lands with a loud thud, bringing his knees to his chest and groaning.
“THIS IS ENOUGH! I WON’T TAKE ANY MORE OF THIS, DAMMIT! LEAVE!”
I hate yelling. I hate the echo that fills the emptry house, the yelling that follows, the anger, the taste of the nasty words leaving my mouth. But enough is enough.
“Human lover.” He smirks. My broth- his lips curl into a disgusting evil grin.
“Not as bad as a murder.” I growl. I feel more foam drip down my chin, but don’t even feel my fangs growing longer from anger. The pain is blinded by uncontrolable anger.
“Don’t you forget? You’re a murder. You’ve killed the innocent as well, all because-”
Before he can finish his sentence, I lunge for him. I shove him over, my hands finding his wrists and pinning him down to the wooden floors. I hover above him, my fangs inches from his face. The foam from my mouth drips onto his forehead. His black eyes look up at me, the black portraying the darkness that fills his twisted mind.
“I want you to leave, and to not return. I will not let you take any more lives, including the slaves. Their death isn’t certain with vampires at least.” I say as calmly as I can. The fact that my fangs are so long I can’t close my mouth makes it hard to speak.
“I think that may cause a problem for you, Jack.”
I look up, accidentally loosening my grip. I feel him shift his weight below me, and next thing I know I’m in terrible pain. I feel myself flying backwards, crashing into the cabnet full of expensive wine glasses. With a loud crash I fall to the floor along with all the wine glasses. A burning pain fills my entire burning, and my vision blurrs for a moment.
When my vision refocuses, I look up to see Milla walking over to me. Her rainbow hair blowing behind her, even with no wind, gives her a graceful effect. Even without her powers her stunning beauty could compel people. I’m gay, yet I’m almost frozen by her beauty. Her powers are obviously in her appearance.
“Crowley has promsed me half the slaves. I highly suggest that you not piss me off.”
She towers above me, her blue eyes showing so much anger that it scares me. Her hair changes to a dark redish-purple color. Humanloid’s hair changes color when they’re feeling a strong negative emotion, just like demons eyes go completely back or vampires fangs come out.
“I expect more of the kindoms wealth and slaves. Don’t dissapoint me, Jack.”
Her voice usually alluring and charmig now harsh and cold. I close my eyes for a moment, and next thing I know they’re gone. I slowley get to my feet, ignoring the pain all over my body, and rush to Alex’s side. He isn’t bleeding, but large purple and green bruises are already forming all over his body. I turn him over slightly to make sure he’s alright but he just shoves my arm away and stands up by himself.
“YOU IDIOT! IT’S ALL YOUR FALUT! IT’S ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT!” He screams, pounding his fists on my already sore chest. He screams this over and over while punching, slapping, and kicking me.
“SHE’S DEAD! SHE’S FUCKING DEAD AND IT’S ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT!” He screams again, attempting to shove me backwards. Being much stronger than him, I don’t move an inch. Although I’m not going to lie, it hurts.
“YOU MURDER! IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT! SHE’S DEAD! FUCKING DEAD! I’M ALL ALONE AND IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT!”
He throws his last punch before falling into my arms, sobbing uncontrolably. I hold him against my chest as he sobs. He pulls away and crawls away from me and over to Mariahs cold, dead, bloody body. Ignoring the blood trailing from the back of her head he holds her head and closes her eyes gently. He lays her head down and sobs into her chest, not letting go of her hand.
I walk over and put my hand on his shaking shoulder, but he just shakes my hand off.
“Fuck off.” He mumbles.
“Alex I didn’t do-”
“LEAVE ME ALONE!” He screams, letting go of her hand to shove me back.
“Please-”
“SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE!” He screams again, starting to cry again. I wan’t to insist that he let me near him, for him to realize I didn’t know this would happen and for me to be there, a shoulder to cry on. But I can’t listen to all this crying, his yelling and screaming. It’s too painful to listen to. If I have to listen to it for one more minute I’ll start crying. You can hear the pain, feel the pain in his cries. The girl was his life, the only thing keeping him alive. The only reason he still saw a point in living. Someone’s going to take her place. Who else but me?
Notes
Wrote this last night while listening to AB/APOn youtube chill, I'm not going as low as to listen to the leaked album.
So how long until Jalex happens? What do you think?
Just so you guys remember I'm putting things related to the story in bold.
So this story is sorta like a mixture of Dr Who and Supernatural. And if you've ever read the (amazing) book All Our Yesterdays, a bit of that too. So the second half of the story is going to involve a lot of the creatures and shit.
I'm glad to know this story's gonna go on :) I know authors have their own busy lives as well so, thank you!
5/21/15