Wish Upon A Demon

31.

CHAPTER - THIRTY ONE

“No.”

I said to Michael who held my arm in a tight grip. His eyes were less hard than his grip on my arm as they looked at me apologetically and with pity. I didn’t want his pity. Why did he even pity me? “Don’t you want to be human again Faye? Don’t you want to be normal?” Michael had asked me before he held my arm. My reply had only fueled his anger. “We have a way to reverse the transformation.” He says, and my eyes widen. As far as I knew, as far as I told, there was no way to reverse a transformation. But right here, there was a hunter in front of me, who was telling me that it was possible. I didn’t know whether to believe him or not.

“Let her go.” The single, strong command was enough for Michael to loosen his grip on me. I turned to my side, to find Zylen leaning against the lockers, casually, an unlit cigarette between his fingers. I snatched my arm from Michael, his words now having no effect, and took a few steps back, to Zylen’s side. Michael takes a few steps back, a sarcastic laugh escaping his lips at Zylen and I. “Consider yourself saved today, King.” He says. “Next time I’m not leaving without a fight.” Continues Michael, taking steps back. I knew what he meant. I was sure the next time Michael and Zylen interact, Michael wouldn’t be alone and for some reason, I felt Zylen wouldn’t be alone either.

Zylen doesn’t say a word the entire time, but he does make a little shooing gesture, “Sure.” He says. I know Michael’s more than angry as he finally turns and disappears, but I’m too relieved to care. I’m thankful for Zylen as he came at the right time. “I swear, one day he’s going to regret speaking to me in that tone...” Zylen King murmurs, cigarette in his fingers. I snatch it before he can get the lighter out, “Immortal or not, this is bad...” I say, crushing it between my fingers before walking to the trashcan and dropping it in. I turn back to see Zylen, against the lockers, another cigarette in between his lips, a prominent smirk on his face.

Rolling my eyes, I get to my class leaving him behind, muttering, “Do whatever you want.”

“I’m moving.”

I was chewing on a fry when Alexandria Monroe tells me this.

It’s noisy in the cafeteria, noisier than usual, as Jennifer S. Clank had been accepted into a prominent arts college. Jennifer was a cheerleader, but that didn’t make her any less excellent in academics. She was an all-rounder and that was also the reason for my envy towards her. I was, well, I was a new-born demon, but then again, that was all there was to it.

“Well, not now, but yeah, once I’m done with school here.” She says. “Where – um, where do you want to move to? Why?” I ask her at once. She looks down, an unexplainable expression etched on her face. “You know how I told you about what happened to my family?” She asks, and I nod. “Well, that pack is going to be moving and residing in Pilot Hill in a few months. I’ve been trailing them for more than a year now and according to the pattern they follow, Pilot Hill, California is the place they’ll go. I’m positive.”

I stare at her. “Alexa, you do know what these people – wolves did right? Trailing them after all that, please don’t tell me you’re executing a plan of revenge?” It’s not that I would support her, it was the path she was choosing. Revenge was not the right way to go, especially when you’re only one demon against a pack of werewolves. “No, I’m not executing some stupid, revenge plan. I’m going there by choice. I want to see someone from that pack.” She says. “Who?” I ask, stuffing another fry into my mouth. “The wolf that saved me,” Alexandria says. “What?” I ask, half the fry hanging from my mouth. “I don’t have some crazy obsession or something, I just want to know why. Why he saved me that night. I don’t even know how he got hold of demon blood, but he used it. Used it to save me. So, I want to know why.” She continues.

“You’re going in search of the pack that almost killed you?” I ask. “Correction, I’m going in search of the wolf that saved me.” She says, rolling her eyes. “Alexa, what if they sense you’re a demon and try to kill you again?” I ask her, placing a hand on her hand. “They won’t. I’m a low ranked demon anyways, killing me won’t prove anything.” She says. I sigh. “So, you’re moving to be moving to Pilot Hill?” I ask her. She nods while murmuring.

“I’m going to be moving to Pilot Hill.”

The water was warm.

I never liked the water to be too hot or too cold. I liked it lukewarm. My hair stuck to my back. I pushed the water away from my eyes. I also liked being in water. I could think when I was in here, talk to myself maybe, and even sing sometimes.

A door closed.

I turned around, gasping, reaching for my towel. Zylen King had crossed a major line today. He’d never done this before, but that didn’t mean he could do it either. “What are you doing? Get out!” I say, grabbing my towel. It’s snatched away from my arms in the blink of a second. I wrap my arms around my body. Oddly enough, he doesn’t say a word as he backs me against the shower wall. “Did you not hear me? Get out!” I yell. I’m terrified at the savage look in his eyes. He’s paying attention to everything with meticulous care. And then, my arms are forcefully removed pushed apart and pinned over my head against the shower wall. I’m struggling; there are angry tears at the corner of my eyes ready to fall any second.

“Don’t be afraid.” My body listens to him almost instantly, but my mind fights back whatever trance he’s putting me in. Zylen is getting closer, step-by-step. “Don’t be afraid.” He repeats, in a slightly harder voice. The more he commands, the more my resolve is crumbling. I’m finding it harder now, to fight against him. “Don’t.” He repeats, like a robot, completely pressed against my body now, and the wall of determination I had put completely breaks.

There’s a hint of a smirk at the corner of Zylen’s lips as his skillful hands skim my body, fingertips dancing against my skin, every second of contact increasing the need that made me push myself closer to him, move against him. “What do you want, Faye?” Zylen murmurs, lips on my skin, which increase my need to feel something, the need to feel him. “What do you want, Faye?” He repeats the question, the movement of his lips sending a wave of pleasure through me.

“I want-” I start, gasping, breathing deeply, “-I want you.”

My eyes open and I find myself deep in the tub full of now cold water.

“Having a wet dream there, huh?” Comes a voice.

My half-open eyes now open completely. It was a dream. Only a dream. “Get out,” I say weakly, sinking into water further. For once, Zylen King displays the qualities of a true gentleman as he keeps his eyes on my face, not allowing them to drift anywhere else and hands me my towel. All while keeping his eyes locked with mine. I allow the water to drain as I take the towel from him.

He leaves, and after the door shuts close softly, I look at myself in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed and my eyes were tired. The dream had felt so real that I could still feel his fingertips on my body. I can still feel his voice against my skin, his lips against on my body, everything. Like the first time something this sort had happened, this time too, I knew I would I feel the after effects of it for a long time. Maybe that was how much an act of desire could affect me.

Maybe that was how much Zylen King could affect me.