Loved by a Devil (10 page)

Anthony rolled his eyes, "You shouldn't touch her there." He ran upstairs, following Brendan's scent.

I looked at Moon. Ohhh. So my hand was gripping her thigh. I eased the grip and slid my hand down towards her knee.

"Okay then." I said, sprinting upstairs.

I could feel the flames licking the back of my ankles, but not hurting as much as the blisters that were forming on my hands.

I kicked the door to the balcony room open, ignoring the knob.

Run.

The fire was slowly forming a circle around the room, blocking the exit to the sliding glass door. I ignored the hungry flames, jumping over them and smashing my way through the glass door, shards flying everywhere.

Jump.

It was all in mid-air. Me gripping Moon like a scared little boy gripping his Teddy Bear at night, knowing there was a monster under his bed, but his parents just wouldn't listen. Then all the windows in the house blew up, the glass raining around everyone, everything.

Moon and I cannon balled into the earth, her being engulfed into flames and my crying in agony, not by the shattered bones in my leg, but because now I knew I truly lost her. The flames were brighter than her hair. Her pretty, soft red orange hair.

I visualized that we did have a future together, forever. Maybe it was a vision though. I smiled to myself. Us being surrounded by a little girl, her hair in red curls. And Sunfire, Moon's Guardian Wolf, her grave buried in our backyard. Moon had wept over that grave for months, but learned to let her go. I promised her I'd get her another one, she denied.

'There's only one that want, and that's Sunfire.' She told me.

The little girl asked us if the Wolf was pretty and nice.

I told her, 'She's hard to explain, she's special, one of a kind.' I smiled to her.

'Can I get one?' she asked.

'Keep it as a promise.' I told her.

The girl laughed, jumping up and down in excitement, her curls bouncing as if they were excited too.

It all blew away, me turning back to reality.

Moon.

I limped towards her, she looked better! She's gonna live.

Her skin was cool to the touch, milky white. Her hair was the brightest red-orange I've ever seen. I rolled up her sleeve, and there were no more frostbites all over her. Her marks were still the same, beautiful.

"She'll be up in a minute." Brendan snapped.

Anthony nodded in agreement.

We stood beside Moon, keeping our distances except me. I held onto her wrist, feeling the sweet sound of her pulse.

I smiled.

Here she comes.

So she wasn't like Brendan. Like me. Her eyes were gold, yellow. My smile instantly faded. The scene in the kitchen replayed in my head.

"
If she does end up like me, would you kill me?"
I had asked.

"
Me seeing Moon's face for the rest of my life when she took a good look at me, I don't think I could -or want to- live.
" Brendan had responded.

The happy feeling that was inside me was replaced with a cold, Grim Reaper touch. So that's how it felt.

Moon stared at me with her new yellow eyes, with that expression, speaking.

"You killed my parents."

Game over.

Chapter 14

Moon's P.O.V.

Where am I?

I opened my eyes, seeing Brendan and Anthony staring down at me with the most pleasurable happiness on their faces, and surprise. I smiled back at them. I looked around, I smelled smoke, the house was on fire, engulfed in flames, but I didn't ask why. I propped myself up on my elbows, facing-

Him.

He was staring at me like I was an Angel that fought through the most fieriest pits of Hades to give him a piece of candy. His smile quickly faded as I stared at him with newfound horror, mixed with disgust, nervousness, and anger.

I could tell he wanted to say something. I beat him to it.

"You killed my parents."

An hour before Moon awakened. Her condition: Dead.

I walked through the snowy white place, my Converse making loud noises each time I took a step on the pavement. I frowned, I took them off, placing them carefully on the ground.

"Ow!" I sucked in a quick breath of air as my feet stuck hard to the ice cold ground.

I ended up putting my shoes back on. Hmm... It was cold.

"What is this place?" I asked myself.

My voice echoed against the walls. Well, if there were any walls. Which there probably wasn't.

I looked around the white place, looking for something to sit on other than the hard cold ground.

"Aha!" As I breathed, smoke came out of my mouth from the freezing temperature.

I ran to the bench, scraping off some snow with my hand, then taking a seat. Despite the fact that it was freezing here, where ever here was, I was sweating. The bead of sweat under my arms turned into little droplets of ice. I jumped as the ice pellets slid down my sides. I looked behind me, seeing giant trees towering over me, covered in snow. I frowned as I turned back around and faced forward and held out my hand. I pulled back, seeing some fluffy white stuff on the palm of my hand. So it was snowing.

"You remember, do you? You used to love snow." a voice came from in front of me.

I jumped at his voice. I quit examining the snow and let it fall to the ground, and looked up at the intruder.

"I don't like snow." I shuddered, half lying.

"You used to, remember?"

The man had chocolate brown hair and the brightest blue eyes I've ever seen. He was wearing a raggy old flannel jacket and dirty jeans. He had brown working boots on his feet, probably no socks on. Ew. Hm... it doesn't look like he's shaved in a while or brushed his thick short hair.

"Well?" the man asked me.

I felt a wisp of air float across my face. Well, at least his breath smelled nice.

"No. No, I don't know what you're talking about." I shook my head.

The man sighed.

"I'm your dad." he told me.

My eyes widened as I stood up from the bench.

"Are you okay, because you probably ran out of your anti-psychotic meds." I responded, a little freaked out.

"I'm serious," he grinned, "Here, I'll go call your mother."

The weird guy called a woman by the name of, 'Melissa.'

The woman came out of the bushes, striding towards her husband. She had a nice figure, I guess. She was wearing a tattered old red cotton dress, her hair was a mess of blonde curls , had brown eyes, and she was wearing no shoes. At all. If these were my parents, which they aren't, how come I resemble nothing of them?

"Yes?" the woman crossed her arms over her chest.

"Look." the man gestured towards me.

The woman looked at me for a split-second and started bursting into tears and ran to me for a hug.

"I can't believe you're here." Melissa sobbed.

I shoved her away from me, annoyed.

"Can't believe you died." she cried, ignoring my rudeness before.

"Wait what?" I asked.

"You're dead." Melissa sobbed.

"Yeah, who killed ya?" the man took me by the shoulders.

"Get off of me grandpa, I don't remember what happened!" I hissed, shoving him away.

"Moon! Don't speak to your father like that!" Melissa scolded, forgetting her sobbing reverie.

"Ugh! Someone just tell me what's going on!" I yelled.

"Take a seat on the bench." the man said.

I sat down obediently.

"Honey, you're dead." the woman told me.

"What?" I questioned.

"You're in Heaven." the man told me.

"Thanks for dumbing it up." I hissed.

He shut up.

"Look, I know how you're feeling, but I think I have a good idea of who did this to you." Melissa told me.

"Who?" I asked.

She took a deep breath, "Have you ever heard of Drew Anderson?"

Chapter 15

"I don't know what you're talking about." I lied.

Melissa sighed, "Carl, please tell our daughter to stop lying."

So Carl was his name, hmm…..

"Cut the crap Moon! We know you're a little lying brat who's defending that son of a bitch Devil!" Carl shouted at me.

My mouth fell open, how
dare
he!

Melissa gasped before I could, "Carl! Apologize now!" she slapped him on the face.

"Ouch!" Carl rubbed his face where a red slap mark was, "You told me to tell her to quit lying to us, and I did!"

"Yes, but I didn't tell you to tell her off! Your own daughter!" she huffed.

"Shut up!" I hissed, "And you know what, I do love him! Drew's the most polite and sexiest 'son of a bitch' I've ever known! So back off you stinkies!"

Carl snorted.

Wow, maybe I shouldn't use the first insult that comes to my mind….

"Just please give us a chance to explain." Melissa sighed.

My eyes flickered toward Carl's, "I don't trust him." I spat.

Melissa gave Carl one of those looks that meant, 'You heard the lady.'

"Fine." he rolled his eyes and walked off in the distance.

"So," the woman continued, "This is what happened. It was a cold rainy night, and-"

"You're not telling me the 'Beauty and the Beast' story are you?" I interrupted.

She laughed with no humor, "No, just please listen."

Melissa muttered something along the lines of, 'She always used to love watching that movie', before continuing back to her story.

"Just stand still and close your eyes." she told me.

"But I thought you were telling me a story," I obeyed her orders as I asked her.

"It's easier this way." she explained.

I ignored her as she placed her surprisingly hot-to-the-touch hands on my temples.

It all happened weirdly, I ended up being lost in this foggy haze, stupefied. But then the scene changed and I was right where my parents were, cowered against a pink wall in a room, it was filled with all this infant stuff, a crib, bottle warmer, all that jazz. These people were holding a baby.

Is that me?

I was screaming uncontrollably, crying, thrashing against my mother's grip. I was now seeing through the baby's eyes, my thoughts screeching, 'Mommy run! Run!' But she wasn't listening. The guy in the dark cloak was holding a butcher knife. His dark hair spattered with blood. He lunged for the Dad, stabbing him over and over.

Mommy screamed, still holding me, not making a move to run.

The boy beat her senseless, until she moved no more. He turned from her, starting towards me and picking me off the ground, where he had kicked me before.

The figure brought me to eye level, hissing, "Perfect."

Drew?

I opened my eyes, staring at a starry blue sky. With the heads of Drew and Brendan staring at me with worried looks. I don't know if I passed out or what, but…ugh.

I noticed the things that were in common with both of them.

They loved me, both protected me from any harm, but there was much more than that.

They were my brothers.

My best friends, but now:

My enemies.

The End

For now…..

Epilogue

I patted Sunfire's head, urging her to be more….happy. The fully grown Wolf ignored my please-calm-down pat, still whimpering on the grassy meadow ground.

"You okay?" a horribly familiar voice asked me.

I smiled as I answered, "I'm fine. Why?"

Brendan sat down on the grass next to me, "I was actually referring to Sunfire." he chuckled.

"She's still upset." I sighed.

"She misses Anthony." Brendan replied.

"I don't get it! Why does she miss him?" I whined.

"He went to that Adam Lambert concert…" he trailed off.

"Hate Adam Lambert." I muttered.

"Why? Because he's gay?" he asked.

I gasped, "I have nothing against gay people!"

"Okay…" he said doubtfully.

"So why are you staring at the wasted ashes of what now remains is my house?" Brendan asked.

"It feels, like a good memory." I sighed.

"That's too bad." Brendan got up and started towards the woods.

I stared dumbly after him before springing back up to follow him. I wasn't surprised Sunfire didn't follow me.