Dancing With the Devil

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a mad dash to get away from X. My mind conjured up gruesome images of his large, grimy hands reaching for me, his oily hair tickling my fa

ould lightly touch my cheek, almost lovingly, and I feared for my vir

nd my legs like a snare soaked with sweat. My pillow had a pool of

as the second. The second time, since I had nothing left in my gut, was simply stomach acid, the little water I'd drank to wash away the taste after

ve that water run down my body, scared me to no end. What had that been? It hadn't been human, I knew that much. I blushed at the thought. To think I was entertaining the idea of magic! But there was

sible for someone to possess such stealth, such precision, that they could

didn't exist. I was losing my mind. Yet, even as I reassured myself, some part of me thrilled

inking her morning coffee and reading one of her magazines that had those self-help suggestions that would cure all of your probl

you feeling alright? Well, of course you

thought of food stirred it warningly, daring me to rifle through the cupboards. I didn't take that dare. I slumped into

prodded, touching underneath her eyes. I copied h

wn into a messy ponytail, along with my haunted eyes, pale face, and baggy clothes. To sum it up, I looked like I'd been through a h

, "See you later" since this was probably the last time I would see her. I hugg

y home?" she asked around my should

head, getting softer and softer, like a fading note from an instrument. I opened my mouth to accept- what else could he do to me that he already hasn'

hool for my own good. With shoulders slumped, I

ding, I slowly unraveled it, nervously fingering

signed to relax your person. I hadn't realized that it would have so much more of an impact on your weaker sen

wing impatient, but I will wait. Break up

to hold you soon. I c

prettier. When I took a deep breath, the scent along with dark confidence swirled up my nose and invaded my sense of smell. The dangerously enticing fe

ntentions. X claimed that it had simply been to relax me, but I was sure he was lying. He had been there as my mind clogged, my nerves went haywire, and I'd been helpless to the succumbing feeling that had literally seeped into my skin and took refuge in my veins, implanting it

row it out, that voice sounded again in my head. Don't do it... it cooed. I hesitated, but shook my head in shock. I was listening to a voice i

nd the command was beyond defiance. I set it on the passenger seat curiously. The voice was silent.

ed ominously, as if it knew a vital piece of knowledge that would clear this entire mess up. I ignored it, which I

in my thoughts, only the sudden bouncy surface of the dirt along the side of the rode and the sloping downfall alerted me tha

up with Jake, reminding me every day to do so. When James had unknowingly provoked him, he'd ended up

y that I never would've known I was being watched if he

following me, forcing me to think about

wer? Fill me with their aroma so that I would become as dark as

e thought to deny him if he'd chosen to take me with promis

ingdom and "his people" had culture that I wasn't aware of. I was a princess since I was his...what had been the word he used? It was something I'd only read in fairytal

ed to make a mental list of any mythical creature I'd thought to never exist: mermaids, dragons, elves, unicorns, fairies, sprite

ead against the steering wheel in frust

ly anyone glanced my way. When I saw Jake at the end of the hall, patiently waiting by my locker like he did most mornin

wled at my treatment, lecturing me on how I should be more confident, show him his place, and hold my head high. I ignored it, instead drifting off into

d in the air, and without waiting for permission, declared that she was going to the library to study. The quiet art teacher had a confused expression, stopping mid-lecture about Picasso. When my

comfortably. Our footsteps sounded like we were stomping in the

widened. In all of his notes, X had never mentioned Violet. He'd explained about my mom, how Jake was to be handl

or her, inputs whenever I'd tried to figure something

almost bumping her shoulder against the wall in h

eyes, still unfocused and chaotically searching, were drooping with exhaustion. Makeup only hid so much of

er mean cousin had slipped a spider down her shirt. She had arachnophobia, the fear of spiders. After she had exhausted herself by screaming, she'd curled up in a fetal position

s at her worse, usually sick or heartbroken. She'd had that shirt since she was ten years old, and it still squeezed on her small frame, her matured boobs the only obstacle. She strapped them down

she broke down in my arms, scared beyond belief. My face har

t thankfully I didn't have to ask her to repeat her loaded quest

et tensed, she could feel her own stalker too. Somewhere, two pairs of eyes mauled us while we were defenseless to do anything but wait them

ng as she dug her face deeper into my

ed. "He isn

dly. I would never hurt you. I du

in first person. Therefore, I'm not listening to you anymore. Anything else

was the school bell, but we still stood rooted in the middle of the hallways, forcing the throngs of students to go around us, getting

; she'd lost her voice afte

o tears were left. I was her rock in the same way as before, and she clung to me just as desperate

. The mistake was s

nd reapplied our heavy makeup which we needed even more now to accommodate for the night before and today, Jake had fi

greeted, kissi

d roared. Get rid of him befo

would die if I didn't act quickly. I left Violet sitting at the lunch table all alone, h

g our fingers together comf

er I thought that, the worst thing happened. The voice made me. It didn't cho

.. the voice ur

ps formed the words I didn't want to say. "You're an amaz

shy, too

. "I don't regret a secon

me! The voice echoed in my head, now distinctly male

chanced a look up, praying for him to put me out of my misery, but he just continued loo

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hands clamped over my mouth as my voice bounced off the walls of the now silent cafeteria, carryin

d hurt expression draping over his face like a

It wasn't fear that slid down my spine like a snake, though. No, that voice was the most be

e inside my head. I whirled around,

aching out with their sharp tongues of heat to smolder them away. They sprinted across t

almost instantly, making it hard to breath, although I didn't notice until much later how lightheaded I'd become. He appeared at home surrounded by the heat as it licked at his ski

he school with his six foot four presence. Thick ropes of muscles coiled around every part of his anatomy, buffing out his neck, arms, torso, and legs scarily. Despite

a bad boy look that appealed to me strangely, since I'd never been one to be attracted to bad boys. His cheekbones were high and his jaw angular;

y seventeen years old, but obviously still confident with his sex appeal, wild, and full of hormone

fire, but now it laid in brunette locks on his head- short, but long enough for fingers to wrap around them- after the flames had been extinguished, blown out like a candle. His mouth turned up into a smirk that invite

fill me like it should've as the fire surrounded me, blocking off all of my escapes and closed

ne, my mate." So distracted by his voice and devilishly handsome face, I hadn't realized he'd come towards me until his arms wrapped around me. They burned against my waist, ma

th as hot as the fumes from a volcano. I struggled uselessl

like the heart of the sun; he wasn't usually visible, but all of the aftereffects radiated from him and most only noticed the very outskir

lames backtrack, crawling backwards from the walls and ceiling towards us

faster. My pleading was hopeless, as his determination stayed as strong as his arms that prevented me from escaping, not that I could

alm. I struggled more desperately as he repeated the words

as hard as I could. They looked so small against the wide expanse of

chest, the twin slabs of muscle on either side of my face. Hi

ning down my face as I accepted my defeat, slumping again

ear as the dancing flames su

er and over again as I merc