Chapter 10

'Once upon a time, there was a girl,' a demon said five minutes after the bell rang for my study hall to start. I was bored so I asked someone to tell me a random story to keep me from sleeping. Surprisingly, they did what I said without any stupid comments.

'And this girl was a very special girl,' another demon said, sounding more human then the first one.

'When she was little she was the talk of the town,' said another, this one sounding more scratchy.

'Everyone knew that she was special. That there was something different about her,' the first demon said, sounding like he was enjoying telling this story. 'They just didn't know what it was about her that was different. But, what they did know was that everyone was drawn in when they saw her.'

'Everyone?' I asked, holding in a yawn as I stared a the whiteboard blankly.

'Well, the Angels and Demons, of course,' the second one said, making me piece something together.

They were talking about me.

'And on her sixth birthday they found out what it was that was special about her,' the third demon said, making me lean forward in my seat, as if they were right in front of me.

'And what was that?' I asked, making them giggle and my impatience.

'She had different blood in her veins,' a different one said, this one sounding deeper in pitch.

'What do you mean?' I asked, my nails digging into my skin as my hands clenched.

'She had demon blood in her,' the first voice said in a victorious way, making my face go pale.

"What?" I accidentally said out loud, making the teacher stop what she was saying and look at me.

"For the fifth time, I'll be gone for a couple minutes. This is the substitute, Mr. McHenry. Do not be on your phones during class. Actually try doing work in here for once," Mrs. Calvin said in an irritated voice as she started walking out of the classroom. I looked over to the man who was our substitute and automatically a chill went down my spine.

He looked familiar.

His jet-black hair, with a sculpted body and a black t-shirt that barely covered his bulging muscles.

He didn't look old enough to be a substitute teacher, but I went with it.

If I'm being honest, the only reason I went with it was because I was literally scared out of my mind not to. I felt like I was his slave and if I did something wrong he would beat me till I was out for the count.

I didn't like that feeling at all.

"Mr. McHenry, can I go to the restroom?" Ivory chirped out with a smile as she politely raised her tiny little hand in the air. I turned towards her, my eye twitching at how nice she sounded. If the substitute thought of her as an angel I was going to throw up all over this desk.

"No," he replied in monotone as he walked over to the desk and sat down on the chair, looking at something behind me. After hours of him staring over there I slowly turned to see what he was staring at, just to see an empty wall behind me. I turned back and looked towards the front with furrowed eyes- staring straight ahead, but using my peripheral vision to look at him- just to see him smirking in my direction.

He was staring at me.

'But, she also had ang-' another demon said, but stopped abruptly in mid sentence, an ear-piercing scream following.

'We didn't say anyth-' another said, but was cut off by yet another scream, this time coming from that demon.

'We never said anything about the ang-' this time all kinds of different demons were screaming, making me cover my ears and squeeze on them, suddenly feeling really bad for them. If it wasn't for me they wouldn't be getting hurt.

Wait! Who am I kidding? They're demons! They are from Hell! Why would I want to feel pity for them?

But, they don't deser-

They deserve everything that happens to them.

But it was my idea to-

Well, if they wanted to they could've just ignored you. They carried it out. It's their fault.

'HELP US!' a demon that sounded like a little girl screamed, making me feel mixed emotions.

No, don't help.

'PLEASE, HELP US!'

They don't deserve anything you give the-

'PLE-'

I stood up from my chair forcefully, making the chair tip over and people turn their heads towards me suspiciously. The substitute looks up at me and when he looks into my eyes he gives me a small nod, answering my unspoken question.

Without a second thought I turned and started walking towards the door that lead to the hallway, needing to leave.

I slammed the classroom door open and ran for the nearest restroom, my head pounding as my eyes started to burn, seeing more clearly.

'PLEASE, MICHELLE!' they screamed, making me cover my mouth to stop my own scream from coming out. I could feel it. Their pain. Like fire and acid were burning me alive inside and out.

I started to cough as I reached the bathroom, almost all of my balance gone as I tried to run to the faucet as quick as possible.

'MICHELLE!' they screamed, my coughing turning more violent.

"I don't know what to do!" I whimpered through my coughs, blood coming out of my mouth after a while of coughing..

'Take them off!' a little demon voice cried out, making me furrow my eyebrows in confusion as I kept coughing out blood. I turned on the sink to wash away the dark red blood, that was almost a sort of black color.

"Take what off?" I managed to choke out as I gripped onto the sink with inhuman strength, making dents form on the sides where my grip was.

'Oculus contactus!' she little demon screamed, making tears pour out of my eyes as I looked into the mirror.

I held back a scream at what I saw.

My eyes had a black background, but the brown contacts were still in and made it look like there were holes in my eyes. And as if that wasn't bad enough, the stuff that I thought was tears was actually blood that was coming out from the rims of the contacts, the contacts were drilling into my eyes.

Without even thinking it through I took out the contacts and threw them across the bathroom, splashing my face in freezing cold water as soon as they were away from me.

'Food! Kill!' the demons screamed out- sounding in pain, but a lot less pain then they were originally in.

I felt my body relax as my eyes turned from pitch black to their permanent blue and red, the only thing in pain being my stomach with a little bit of pressure on my chest.

"Food? What food? I don't carry burgers around in my po-"

'Blood! Soul! Meat!' another demon screamed, making my head and mind go blank.

Crap.

That's right.

I have to kill someone in order to 'eat'.

"I'm going to have to pass you on that off-"

'Michelle,' a low voice said slowly in a lulling way, making my brain go dead as I stared into the mirror. 'Don't worry about it, baby. Killing one person won't be that bad. They die anyway.'

"B-but... I'm... I...," I said in a dangerously calm way, not even knowing where I was anymore.

His voice. It was like his voice was a pull. I was a moth and his voice was the flame. It sounded so... tempting, so... sickly beautiful.

I loved it.

'No butts, baby,' the voice said as I felt a tiny chill go up my spine. I closed my eyes and breathed in slowly, loving the way the chill gave me more power.

Yeah. He's right.

It's one person. They're bound to die anyway.

'That's my girl,' the baritone voice said, sounding like a melody to my ears.

I slowly opened my eyes, and when I opened them I saw that their color changed slightly. The blue and red eyes looked more vibrant and bold in color.

"Someone's gonna die today," I said into the mirror in a sing-song voice, my voice sounding deeper- like an adult woman's voice. I grinned at my reflection in the mirror, only to see my fangs instead of my normal teeth.

That didn't faze me, though. I just kept grinning into the mirror, almost as if I was frozen like that- waiting for someone to take my picture.

After what felt like ten minutes into my grinning the door opened, and in came a girl that looked around the age of a junior. As soon I she saw me she opened her mouth to scream, but as soon as my eyes locked with hers, she froze. She literally froze - didn't move an inch - with her mouth and eyes wide open. I'm pretty sure she wasn't even breathing either.

I licked my lips at the sight of her as I looked her up and down, the only thing I could think of her at that time being a single word.

Food.

"Hello," I purred as I started walking towards her, feeling like a lion stalking it's prey. This was too easy. I could almost taste her already. "How are you, today?" I asked as I touched her shoulder, my eyes automatically rolling to the back of my head.

Amanda Fields. 5 feet,7 inches. 17 years old. Lesbian. Two brothers. Parents: divorced. In relationship. Got into car accident at age 16. Virgin. Born: October 13. Attempted suicide: three times. Never lies. Never stole. Swearing: minimal.

That and even more started to process through my head just by touching her. It was like I was a computer storing all of this inside of me. I stood there in amazement as I paid attention to every part of her life and her history. The fact that she was innocent made me even more hungry for her soul, but something inside of me knew that if I just killed her I wouldn't get her soul.

I needed to do something first.

But... What?

'Make her sin!' a demon chirped, making me grin again as my brain clicked with that information.

Yes. Of course.

"And what might your name be?" I asked as I locked the doors to the bathroom shut and trailed over to her again.

"M-M-My n-name?" she asked me as she kept her gaze straight ahead, making me go right in front of her.

"Yes, baby," I said as I did the first thing that came to mind and trailed my hands over to her waist, slowly pulling her closer to me. I had a good inch or two on her, I noticed when she was right in front of me.

"My n-name i-i-is..." she said as if she was in a daze, shivering in delight when my hands dropped to her butt and squeezed.

"Yes, baby, what's your name?" I whispered seductively, thankful that she was a lesbian. She was making my situation a lot easier than it could've been.

"It's A-Ama-Amanda," she said as I put my hands under her shirt and road them up to her upper back. She tilted her head back slightly, looking like she was enjoying my touch.

She better be,because I'm only in this for the food. And I want food. Right now, I growled, not letting my real emotions take over my outer image.

"Amanda," I said, trying to think of something to do or say.

God dammit, is this why Belial said he was going to teach me how to be seductive?

"What a sexy name," I finally said as I unclipped her bra strap.

That was so fucking lame, I thought as I mentally slapped myself, but judging by Amanda's hitching breath she was surely enjoying it. She's so fucking desperate, I cackled inside of my head as I slid my hands down her sides.

"Thank y-you," she said, looking at my lips and not my eyes.

She wants me to kiss her. Oh, fuck no.

'MICHELLE, YOU NEED TO MAKE HER SIN! ALL YOU'VE DONE IS MOVE YOUR HANDS AROUND HER STOMACH!' a demon whined, but I rolled my eyes internally and replied back.

'But what's kissing her going to do?' I countered, making them groan.

'Cheat, Michelle. Kissing is going to make her cheat,' a demon said slowly, making me finally realize where this was going.

'And that's a sin. Cheating's a sin,' another demon said slowly as well, making me look at her lips with both hunger and disgust.

'Come on! Do it for yours and our health!' the demon girl said, making me internally sigh and close my eyes.

'Fuck it,' I said as I slammed my lips onto hers, not even knowing how to kiss someone. Obviously, my level of skill in that region didn't matter, because I immediately felt it. Parts of her soul were already drilling into me.

"You know," I said, trying to seal the deal "You have a girlfriend."

"I don't care," she mumbled as she grabbed the hem of my hoodie and pulled up, quickly getting rid of a layer of my clothing.

"Really?" I asked, feeling disgusted- for more than one reason- as I did the same with her.

"Yes," she breathed out as she moved her mouth over to my neck and started to kiss it, her bra close to falling off.

"Good," I said with a grin as I unleashed my claws and stabbed them into her back, feeling some type of liquid leave my body and go into her. The second I did it she stiffened, but after a couple seconds she dropped to the floor - her body as white as paper with her eyes glazed over.

"I would say I'm sorry," I said as I stared into the girl's eyes, watching through them as her soul tried to escape. "But... I'm really not," I finished with a grin, my jaw unhinging as I breathed in deeply, forcing the girl's soul into my mouth. As soon as she was in my body I felt the demons feeding on it making me shiver in delight, and my eyes roll to the back of my head as the demons and whoever that man was stopped controlling my body.

When my eyes rolled back into place I saw the girl in front of me as something else, now.

I saw her as a fucking DEAD GIRL.

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh," I said repeatedly as I gripped onto my hair and paced the floor, not wanting to be here anymore.

I just killed a girl.