“Yeah, and you’re an ungrateful bitch,” I throw back at her. She shoves past me, and I stand there, watching her walk out of the club. Some of the bar-goers watch her leave as well after witnessing the altercation.
“The tab?” the bartender asks from behind me. I nod and push some cash across the bartop.
I never meant for Diana to find out, but hearing her say those things has me feeling conflicted. I can’t deny the gratification I felt when taking the two men out, but what if she’s right? What if I am a monster? Evil? I scratch my arm and let her words sink in. If it was anyone else, I could probably let this feeling go without a second thought. But the person I shared a womb with, who I share the same DNA strands with, thinks I’m a horrible person.
My gut sinks when I think about the fact that she might turn me in. Maybe it’s what I deserve, no one should have the power that I hold. I brought my blade with me; obviously, I’ve become codependent on the bloodthirsty piece of metal.
I feel like a fucking idiot. Thinking I was doing other women a favor, being their champion. But when they find out my misdeeds, they’ll think I’m sick, evil, a fucking freak.
As badly as I’d love to sit here in self-pity and drink myself stupid, I have to make sure Diana gets home okay. I exit the bar, realizing it’s late as I look left and right. The streets are lined with glowing lights, and there are only a few people walking down the cobblestone streets. Again, it feels like a looming presence is following me, but I ignore it. I decide to go left, the same direction we walked from, and that’s when I hear a gasp.
It came from a dark alleyway on my left. It’s wide enough for a car, and there’s a big trash can in the middle of the dark pathway. I hear something solid hit the metal of the trash can and then a whimper.
Fear hits me in the gut as I take my dagger in my hand, and as quietly as possible, I walk closer, my footsteps quiet on the dark pavement. The stench of the trash is strong, but there’s also a metallic tang in the air. When I finally round the dumpster. That’s when I see it.
The man from the bar has my sister pushed against the wall, his hand wrapped in her hair as...he bites her neck?
A trail of blood leaks down her pink top, and her eyes widen as she sees me. I can see her mouth my name as I raise my dagger in the air, ready to stab him in the back. But he’s exceptionally fast—inhumanly fast—as he spins, grabbing my throat while pushing me against the opposite wall from my sister.
“Well, fuck me, two-for-one special. I wonder if you taste the same.”
I raise my dagger again, but I’m too slow. His teeth meet my neck, and it’s not like a simple puncture, it’s more like he’s ripping my throat out. I want to scream, but nothing comes out. Blood runs down my neck from where the immeasurable pain radiates from. All I can see is my sister slumped against the wall, the life leaving her eyes like I imagine it’s about to leave mine. Her head slumps, her chin hitting her collarbone.
With every ounce of strength I have, I stab him in the thigh with the dagger. It’s not deep, but it punctures him slightly.
He laughs as he pulls back from me. A mixture of my and my sister’s blood smeared across his lips as he stares at me. “Already dead, sweetheart. Mmm. I think you taste better than the other one. She was sweet, you’ve got a little more tang to ya.”
He goes back to my brutalized neck, and I’m starting to feel light-headed. The pain in my throat is merciless and all-consuming. I feel like I’m going to black out when his presence is taken away from me. I hear a crash as I slump to the ground, my back dragging along the brick wall as I stare across from me.
“D—” I try to speak, but it’s too painful. Tears prick my eyes as I look across from me. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. The last words we said to each other were terrible. My eyes are heavy, and I blink a few times, the world going dark.
I hear other voices but can’t make them out. It sounds like multiple men. The last thing I hear before I go is a deep voice. A voice that would probably make others tremble, but it fills me with warmth.
“It’s alright, love. You’re coming home now.”
That sounds nice. With the voice and a sense of gentle warmth around me, I let go, and it feels more peaceful than I ever imagined.
Chapter five
Kasalertedmethatmy presence was needed in Hallowsdeep, a place I’m far too familiar with. The demon I’ve known far too long has me on edge. This is a secret that needs to be protected at all costs, and I’m not sure that I can trust the cunning brunette.
I portaled here immediately, and as soon as I saw her, it was like everything clicked. She might be a twin, but I know immediately which one she is—which one is mine. She has a delicious arrogance to her, one that I can say I also possess. Lilith is stunning; her blonde hair is pulled back away from her face but hangs loosely down her back. It’s long, thick, and beautiful. I can’t help but want to touch it and see what it smells like. It could be decades before I know, and watching her from afar is a slow torture.
The deal with the dagger is that I can’t interfere with her life on earth, can’t bring her to her true home, Hell, until it’s her time. She might not be exactly like the person I remember, but all that matters is she’s here, making her way back to me.
It will be torture, but I’m patient. If all I can do is watch from afar, then that’s what I’ll do. Her jeans fit the curve of her ass and showcase her long legs nicely. I like that she’s taller than most human women. It will be an advantage to not break my neck every time I touch her. Her blue eyes are soft as she looks at her sister but harden whenever she looks away from her. It’s clear she cares deeply for her, and I know I’m being ridiculous, honestly pathetic, as I hope that one day she will look at me the same way.
I’ve been alone for a long time.
Sure, I’ve held the company of other demons, but it was always the physical. This is so much more, and she has no fucking clue.
I stay in my corner, unseen, as I watch them take shot after shot. It’s clear her sister is getting more on edge as they start to argue. I watch the altercation, and Lilith’s face falls as her sister tells her what a horrible person she is.
Her twin storms out of the disturbingly disgusting bar as Lilith pays their tab, and she looks contemplative as she stares at the exit. She looks down at the floor, and I swear I can feel her sister’s words burrowing into her skin.
She believes them, that’s clear. But my Lilith doesn’t let that deter her as she collects herself and leaves the bar, following after her sister.
I have to give her a wide berth as I follow her while she searches for her ungrateful twin. I can sense the presence of death before she even turns the corner. Keeping my distance as I hear her cry out for her sister and listening to her in pain is the sickest torture I’ve ever endured.
