Chapter 17

Warning: I need to know the age of my audience and if you guys are okay with a little bit of sexual content, so comment those two please. I don't want 12 year olds and kids younger than that– or any age, really– reading it if they don't like it

Another warning. If you don't like it, skip the ending. You'll know when to skip when you get there :)

Thanks for reading guys! Love you!

-michelle

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"Thanks, ma'am!" I yelled to the tourist as I jogged away with her map of the country, thankful that I finally remembered I stored some spare contacts in my jeans.

"No problem! Hope you find your way back!" she said with a concerned look, waving me a good-bye.

"Okay, Brazil. Make this easy for me please," I said when I was far away from them, a sigh escaping my lips as I looked at all the unfamiliar places on the map.

But then I remembered something.

I have supernatural friends.

Surely one of them could do what Samuel did.

'But wait. Satan blocked my connection with them,' I thought to myself, making me groan in frustration.

"Great," I huffed out when I looked at the map for a second time with complete cluelessness. "Just had to bring me to Brazil."

"I wanted you to get out there," I heard a low voice say, my eye twitching at the sound of his voice.

"Screw off," I growled in reply as I started to walk off,  the sound of footsteps behind me making me want to cuss him off in every language known to man.

"In what way?" he asked seductively as he grabbed my waist and pulled me into him.

"Move the hands, or loose the hands," I said with a clenched jaw as I stayed facing forward, not moving a muscle.

"Is that a threat?" he asked as he held onto me with a tighter grip, making me turn my head to see him. He shifted into some type of blond 'California surfer' looking guy, with a gray tank top and white khakis.

"No," I started, turning to face the front again. "It's a promise," I stated, head budding him harshly after I finished my sentence, his moan in pain and release of me making me let out a satisfied hum before I continued to walk again.

"You're so lucky," he said to me once he caught up to me, making look over to him in doubt.

"Lucky I'm the exact opposite of what I was raised to worship?" I muttered to him as I slowly trailed my eyesight to the floor, making him snort.

"No. You're lucky I'm not allowed to kill you. And trust me, you have no idea how hard it is to hold back my frustration when it comes to you," he answered, making me scoff.

"Well if you want me dead, than why did you save me in the woods?" I asked, looking over to him with challenging eyes, making him roll his eyes and look away from me. "Well?" I asked after five minutes of him not answering me, stopping in my tracks. When he noticed that I stopped walking he sighed and turned to me, walking over to me with blank eyes.

"Why did you stop walking?" he asked in monotone, making me blank out my face and tilt my head.

He wants to play stupid? Okay.

"Because I wanted to. Why aren't you answering my question?" I said in monotone, his eyes changing to a brighter color when he realized I was mocking him.

"Because I don't want to. Can we start walking now?" he said in the same voice, though I could see a spark light up in his eyes.

"I'm not going to get the answer out of you, am I?" I asked in a defeated voice, making him smirk and shake his head. "Why do I even bother," I grumbled as I started to walk again, making his smirk widen as I passed him.

"Maybe it's because you think you think you can out-smart someone who's thousands upon thousands of years older than you, even though your attempts always end in disaster or failure," he suggested, making me laugh sarcastically.

"Oh, you're so funny," I said dryly, making him cackle as we kept walking, passing by hundreds of people as we walked down the big path.

"Excuse me? Miss?" an old woman said quietly as she tapped my shoulder, making me turn and look over to her, a smile plastered on my face.

"Yes, ma'am?" I said politely, making the woman smile at me and hold out an old-looking camera.

"Do you mind taking a picture of my grandson and I?" the old woman asked quietly, making me smile and nod. I looked down to the little boy next to her and observed his protective manner and look on his face as he stood in front of his grandmother.

"Of course I can," I said as I took the camera from her softly, making her grin at me and scoot back a little bit with her grandson. "On three," I chirped, making the grandma quickly fix up the boy's shirt before posing for the picture. "One. Two..." I said as the camera focused, but just as I was about to say three I saw something. It looked like there was a small fog was covering the grandma's body, almost suffocating her. "Three," I said with a little more caution instead of chirpiness, snapping the picture quickly.

"Okay, Bolade. Let's go get the camera," the grandma said to the boy, so softly that I could barely hear her. She was only five feet away.

"No, grandma. You stay here. I'll get it for you," the little boy said stubbornly, making the grandma smile and nod, giving him permission. When the little boy got over to me, I squatted down to his level and smiled.

"You're a really good boy. It's nice of you to do stuff for your grandma," I stated as I handed him the camera, making him give me a big toothy smile.

"Well, she is the only person I have left. I need to protect her," he said, saying the last part very seriously. My heart broke a little at what he said and I put a hand on his shoulder, amazed that he was such a strong kid.

"No matter what, promise that whatever happens to you and your grandma, you'll stay strong and be a good guy," I stated, making him sniffle and nod.

"I promise," he said softly with a small smile before jogging away to his grandma, my heart breaking even more when I saw the fragile-looking grandma squat down to give him a hug.

"Come on," Samuel said, grabbing my forearm. "Stop staring at them, you're acting like a fucking freak," he stated, but I was too busy processing things in my head to make a comeback.

"Hey, Samuel?" I asked quietly as I turned to look at him, making him slowly look over to me.

"Yes?" he replied, making me hitch in a sad breath before continuing, knowing already what the answer would be.

"When I was taking the picture of them I saw a... fog-type-thing cover the grandma for, like, three seconds before vanishing," I stated, making his eyes widen in shock.

"You're already starting to see that?" he asked in shock, making me nod curiously.

"It's the first time it's happened to me," I added, making his eyes narrow in interest. "And I was wondering... what does that fog mean?" I asked, hoping it didn't mean what I thought it did.

"Oh. That means the person's close to death," he stated like we were talking about the weather. I, on the other hand, felt my heart drop to my stomach and shatter into a million pieces as  soon as I heard it.

"Please tell me you're joking?" I pleaded, making him look taken aback.

"What's your problem?" he asked when he saw a tear drop from face.

"Samael, the boy has no one left but her," I said quietly as I turned to look at where the two used to be, only to see them nowhere near there. "No. Samael, they're too nice. Please don't let her..." I said quietly, tears escaping from my eyes at an exponential rate.

I don't know why it heart so much, but it pained me to know that the woman was going to die soon. Where would the boy go? Would he have aunts or uncles  to go to? If he didn't, would he go to an orphanage? But he doesn't deserve an orphanage. He's so strong and kind, and he's seems like such an amazing kid. He and his grandmother didn't deserve that.

"Michelle, stop crying," he whispered as he looked around. "You're drawing a crowd."

"I'm s-sorry, it's j-just..." I stuttered, sniffing rapidly to get rid of the sobs.

"Just calm down, okay?" he said, a little bit of emotion coming out of is eyes, only to return back to blank before I could figure out what the emotion was. "Come on," he said as he took my wrist and started to drag me through the crowd. I kept my head somewhat low as we walked past hoards of people, not wanting others to see that I was crying.

I don't know why that hurt so much, but it did. Just knowing someone was going to die, and not being able to do anything about it... It literally broke whatever was left of my heart.

"Can you bring me back home?" I asked in a throaty voice, making him sigh.

"Why?" he asked, making me close my eyes and take a small breath in.

"Stop asking stupid questions. I want to go home. Take me back to America," I answered, breaking my wrist out of his grip.

"Michelle-"

"Now. I want to go to America now," I said more stubbornly, feeling more and more light-headed about the knew 'gift' I learned about.

He looked into my eyes after my demand for what felt like hours, our gaze not breaking. After a while he gripped onto my shoulders and took a slow, deep breath. "Okay," he sighed out, moving his arms to my hands. As soon as our hands touched I felt something like a jolt of electricity surge up my body, making a shiver travel up my spine.

I decided to ignore it though, it might've just been because of my shock from what just happened a couple minutes ago.

"Close you're eyes," he whispered, making me nod and close my eyes without hesitation.

'Wait a minute. You're going to trust him? Just like that?' I asked myself, shocking at my reaction to his statement. He didn't even force me to do it, like he normally would. I could've narrowed my eyes and asked him why if I wanted to.

But just when I was about to open my eyes in protest, he said in a very distant and echoey voice, "Okay you can open your eyes now."

When I opened my eyes the noise around me blasted into my ear and my jaw dropped from shock as I turned to him– his smirking face being lighted up by strobe lights that were all ovmaking me er the ceiling of the night club.

"You've got to be kidding me," I said, loud enough for him to hear me.

"Oh, come on. Live a little!" he chuckled, nodding his head to the hard rock music that was blasting from the speakers.

"Samael, I need to go home!" I yelled in slight irritation, though I have to admit I was slightly excited at the same time. This was the first time I've ever even seen what I night club looks like, let alone been in one.

"Come on, Michelle! Just have fun! Just forget about everything and let go," he laughed out, a handsome grin spreading onto his face, getting wider the more he talked.

Oh, so this is why he brought me here. He wants to help me forget about the woman's death.

That's... kinda sweet.

Maybe I will stick around. It's not like it'll kill me.

'ARE YOU EVEN HEARING YOURSELF RIGHT NOW? SNAP OUT OF IT!' my conscience screamed at me, but I pushed it to the side free-willingly. I had enough crap happen to me. I just want to let go.

After staring at each other for what felt like hours as I basically talked to myself, I gave him a big grin and nodded. "Okay! Let's dance!" I yelled excitedly, making him grin as I grabbed his wrist and dragged him towards the dance floor, a little hop in my step.

Once we were almost to the center of the dance floor I let go of his hand and started dancing, swaying my hips and throwing my hair around to the beat of the music. After a while the music started to slow down and turn to a different rock song, but I almost didn't notice because I was too in my element to realize.

"Want me to go get us some drinks?" he asked, making me nod and stop dancing.

"Want me to come with you?" I asked, but he nodded, making me furrow my eyebrows. "Why?" I asked, making him laugh.

"Attached to me already?" he asked cockily, making me scoff and roll my eyes.

"You wish," I replied, making him chuckled and move his head in a gesture that meant he agreed.

"Yeah, got that right," he cackled, making me hold back a blush.

'What the Hell's going on with me?' I asked myself, holding back my eyes from widening.

"You stay right here and dance your heart out, I'll be right back," he said with a genuine smile, not letting me be able to hold back my widened eyes.

And that's when I remember faintly.

Samael never danced this whole time.

"Okay," I replied with a smile, letting him walk off.

As soon as he was out of eye shot I shrugged and started to dance again, this time a little less wildly– just nodding my head and slowly swaying my hips side to side as I let the lyrics sink in.

I knew this song. I think it was called "Amen" by Halestorm.

"I'm back," he chirped after something like ten minutes later in my ear, making me squeak in surprise.

Amazingly, I didn't feel like a deadly weapon and monster right now. I just felt like a regular girl, having a nice time with a friend, and I liked it. I liked it a lot.

"Hey, you!" I laughed out, spinning towards him, getting drunk off the energy radiating from the hundreds of people in here.

"Hi," he chuckled, handing me a plastic cup with a mysterious drink inside, knowing it was some type of alcohol. "I know you're under-age, but screw it. It's not like a couple years really matters," he said, making me shrug and drink it– chugging it all down in three gulps. Instead of coughing my ass off, like I thought I would, I ended up laughing with a little bit of dizziness in my step as I waited for him to finish his.

"Hey, can I get another drink?" I asked when he finished his, making him raise an eyebrow.

"Are you sure, Michelle? I don't think you should b-"

"Now look who's being a kill-joy," I laughed out as I grabbed his wrist and dragged him over to the bar with me– a skip to my step–, making a little chuckle escape his lips.

When we got to the bar, the bartender walked over to us and nodded his head in acknowledgment, making me grin and Samael nod back to him.

"Need another one?" the bartender asked Samael, to which he nodded in response.

"Yeah, but double it this time," said to the bartender, taking out his wallet as the bartender nodded and walked off.

Oh, shit. These drinks must be expensive.

"Actually," I said when I saw him pulling out a chunk of dollars. "You don't... need to buy them. Save your money for something else."

"No, Michelle. If you want a drink, then I'll get you a drink," he stated, making me feel bad.

"But that... that looks like a lot of money you're waisting," I trailed off, my eyes showing my guilt as I looked over to him.

"No, don't worry about it, Michelle. Money's just paper. Nothing important to me," he replied with a small smile, making me grimace.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked, making him chuckle under his breath as he took out the money and stretched out the money to the guy that was coming over with our drinks.

"Yeah, don't worry about it," he said, making me sigh and nod. Whatever. I tried.

"Here you go," the bartender said as he handed us the drinks, taking the money as soon as we got our drinks.

"Wait. Shouldn't you ask us for our ID-"

"You have to be at least twenty-one to come into this place, so what's the point of double-checking when I already know you're at least twenty-one?" the guy said– interrupting me–, making me open and then shut my mouth– careful not to sell myself out.

"Right, yeah, good point," I said casually, giving the bartender a smile before grabbing Samael's arm and dragging him away from their.

"You know, you don't have to hold onto me all the time. I'm not going anywhere," he snorted out, making me want to blush and punch him across the face at the same time.

"You're such an asshole," I muttered, making him cackle.

"Thank you," he replied slyly as he started to chug his cup. I rolled my eyes at him and his stupid comeback, before chugging my own cup down, officially dizzy to the point where I now needed  to hold onto him.

"Woah," I said as I almost fell over, but thankfully Samael caught me before I fell.

"Watch yourself, dumbass," he said as he put me up-right again, making both of us snort and start to crack up.

"Who are you calling a dumbass, dumbass?" I asked, making us crack up even more.

Yep. We're officially drunk off our asses.

"Come on, dance with me," I slurred out, making him smile at me lazily and chuckle as I started to dance like a wild child.

"Michelle, you're embarrass...ing yourself," he slurred, lengthening the word 'embarrassing', like he forgot how to say it.

"Oh, come on!" I said, stepping closer to him,  so that we were only inches apart. "Dance! It's so much fun!" I chirped, hiccuping a little while I said it which made me giggle.

"Nooooooo," he drawled out lazily as he took a step back, which made me pout and take two steps forward.

"Come on, Samael, pleeeeeeeeeease!" I whined, trying to sound sad, wrapping my arms around his neck. "One dance," I said, just as the music changed.

This was my favorite ever. "Can't feel my face" by The Weeknd.

"I-"

"Oh my gosh, please!" I said, tightening my grip, which by accident brought his face closer to mine. "I love this song," I said innocently, looking at him with big, doe eyes. "Please?"

"I don't-..." he trailed off, but after a couple seconds he caved and sighed. "Okay," he said, wrapping his arms around my waist, making me have to scoot even closer to him.

"Yay," I said just loud enough for him to hear, a big grin on my face, making him hold in a chuckle and start to move us around from side-to-side, kind of like a slow dance. I put my head on his shoulder and sighed, making him stiffen a bit before relaxing and wrapping his arms around me a little more. "I can't feel my face when I'm with you," I murmured, singing along to the song, which made him chuckle a little.

"But I love it," he murmured into my ear, making me move my head off his shoulder and look at him with the most genuine grin I've ever made.

He knows this song?

"But I love it," I repeated, in rhythm with when the singer said it, making both of us grin at each other.

"And I know she'll be the death of me," he whispered, looking at my lips while he said it.

"At least we'll both be numb," I said softly, stepping even closer to him without even thinking, leaving no space between us.

"And she'll always get the best of me," he said under his breath as he moved his head closer to me, our foreheads touching.

"The worst is yet to come," I said under my breath, moving my head up so our noses were touching.

"All the misery was necessary," he said, his lips brushing against mine, making my breath hitch.

We both looked down at our position and then up into the other's eyes at the same time, our drunk stares filled with abnormal intensity.

He's not a bad guy like I thought he was.

Our drunk stares were hungry. We both craved each other, in a way that I'm sure shocked both of us. Their wasn't any mist that usually made us act like this. His eyes weren't hypnotizing me, and vise versa. This was pure hunger.

Pure lust.

Or, at least, that's what I thought it was.

"Kiss me," I said softly as I wrapped my arms around his neck again, looser than before.

"Don't need to tell me twice," he said hoarsely  back, before smashing his lips onto mine– a huge electric shock coursing through me as soon as our lips touched.

It didn't take a genius for me to know he traveled to a different place as we kissed. I could tell we weren't at the nightclub when I realized that there wasn't any noise around us anymore and the place felt a lot colder.

The cold didn't bother me for too long though, because wherever Samael touched me it started to burn– my heart stopping randomly at moments as we kissed– while I slid my arms from his neck to his biceps slowly as my nails grew. The shiver I felt him have and groan I got in response made me come to the conclusion that he felt exactly how I felt.

"Jump," I faintly heard him say, making me jump and wrap my legs around his waist in a second. He automatically grabbed my thighs so that I wouldn't fall, making me smile into the kiss.

'He smells nice,'  I thought to myself as breathed in his minty, woodsy scent and brought one of my hands into his hair. 'Not as soft as his real hair,'  I  commented too, holding back a small frown.

Not wanting to feel sad about his hair I traveled my arms down his chest, fingers traveling as light as possible, which made him shiver. As soon as I got to the hem of his shirt he growled like an animal and ran at lightning fast speed, slamming me into a wall. I sadistically moaned in pleasure, claws coming out even more as soon as I felt the impact on my back.

Not bothering with wasting time I let go of his lips for half a second and threw his shirt off swiftly, kissing him again as soon as I could. As we continued to kiss I started to move my clawed hands over his abs and back, making him shiver and move into me as close as possible.

"I hate that you can do this to me," he whispered onto my neck, making me sigh as I left his warm breath.

"Same," I said, opening my eyes to look at him, just to see him, surprisingly, already looking at me– his chest rising and falling in an unrhythmic pattern. "I hate that you make me feel this way."

"Same," he replied, his eyes trailing back to my mouth, making me smirk and move my head against the wall,  keeping his lips away from mine teasingly as I felt my brain get slightly hazier from the alcohol. He let out a low growl at my action and moved in closer to me, slamming his lips onto mine again.

After a while our kiss went from fast and hungry to slow and steady, which made a sigh escape my lips. As soon as I let out the sigh I felt him move around a little and grab onto my butt. But me being drunk, I didn't really think about that.

I don't know when or how it happened, but suddenly I realized we were on a bed with him unbuttoning my shirt. I didn't put much thought into it and let him unbutton it, to wrapped up in the kissing to care. As soon as he unbuttoned the flannel he put his hands under my shirt and onto my bare shoulders, and started to slowly trailing his hands down my arms– sliding my shirt off as he did so– as he kissed my neck, and throwing the shirt in a random corner before swiftly turned us so that he was on top of me instead of us sitting down.

I felt his lips leave mine and sensed a strange coldness as soon as they left, which made me frown and open my eyes, but just as I was about to comment about it I felt his burning lips move down to my neck again, sharp teeth lightly grazing my sensitive skin torturously. My eyes rolled to the back of my head in pleasure as I felt his scalding lips move slowly up to my jawbone, and then down to my collarbone as he slid his hands up and down my sides slowly. I bit my lip and squeezed my eyes shut as I felt him teasingly put a couple fingers under the sides of my bra strap.

"Samael," I whispered when he let his lips roam lower, going all the way down to my abdomen. He hummed back seductively in reply, making me instantly forget what I was going to say. I didn't understand how this guy– or... demon thing?– did it. I didn't understand how he could make me hate him, and then make me want to rip off his clothes all in the span of two seconds. It was scary, yet tempting at the same time. "Samael," I breathed out again, remembering what I was going to say as I opened his eyes, just to see him go back to looking at my face– his lips hovering over mine.

"Don't worry, I know. No sex," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, which made me close my eyes again in contempt and hold back the urge to lick my lips. What was wrong with me?

Correction: What was right  with me?

"Thanks," I said, though sounding slightly like I was disappointed, making him him grin.

"I can't believe you made us get drunk," he cackled, making me cackle too.

"I know. I didn't think I would have had it in me at first either, but hey," I said, making him laugh.

Using his laughing to my advantage I roughly turned us over, making me now on top of him.

"What are you doi-"

"Shhh," I chuckled, putting my index finger on his lips, making him grin at me goofily. After I was done with my chuckle I smirked and put my lips back on his, making him put one muscular arm on my cheek, and the other in my hair. Holding back a drunken chuckle I let go of his lips and started placing slow kisses down his jaw and onto his neck, my teeth grazing his skin slowly as I teasingly my brought my hands under his waist band, making his hand tighten on my hair with one hand while the other one flew away from me, probably gripping onto the mattress.

He doesn't like to be teased.

"You know I don't like to be teased," he groaned, making me grin and add a tiny bit of tongue into the kisses. "I s-swear, if you don't stop I'll turn us over and slam into you harder than you'll ever experience in your life," he growled, making my lips spread apart as I felt a pleasurable heat go through every part of my body as soon as he said it.

'Do it,' I wanted to say, but I held it back since my conscience got the best of me.

He turned us back around so that he was now on top, automatically bringing his lips to the soft stop of my neck– putting my skin between his teeth and grazing on it, which sent me to Heaven as suckled in a struggling breath. How did he do this?

"S-Samael," I stuttered as I closed my eyes, feeling him leave kisses and bites down my neck. "Samael, f-fuck," I stuttered, making his fangs come out.

"Say it again, and I will," he said hoarsely as he lowered my bra straps down to my bicep and bit down on my neck, making me bite my lips in pleasure– my own fangs coming out.

"Fuuuuu-" I moaned quietly when I felt his warm hands rubbing against the inside of my thighs hungrily, but getting interrupted by the sound of a phone ringing. Both of us froze, listening for the sound

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

"Ck,"  I finished when I realized the sound was coming from out of the door