Act 5

Pyro

She's asleep in my bed and I find myself watching her sleep. Her little body is tucked under the covers and I can see her chest rising and falling with every breath. She wanted me to cuddle up next to her but I haven't slept in nearly 40 years since I was cursed.

When that angel cursed me I suppose she expected to see some sort of immediate progress but a leopard never changes and I stayed the same way. I'm still egotistical. I'm still vain and above all I'm selfish. I care way too much for outward appearances.

A noise makes me glance over to the bed. Kelsie is making little noises in her sleep and I wonder what she's dreaming of. To be fair, Kelsie is the first girl I've taken an interest in regardless of her looks. Normally I chose girls dependent on how appealing they look but usually they are very boring.

Kelsie rolls over in her sleep and I glance at the clock near the bed and discover its nearly two in the morning. I'm bored and I just want something to do so I stand and stalk over to the girl sleeping in my bed. I run my hand down her face and she mumbles in her sleep.

She slowly opens her green eyes and she sees me watching her, worry passes across her features like she thinks she's upset me. I smirk at her and she smiles back sleepily. She rolls onto her side and her sleepy eyes look towards the clock.

"Couldn't you sleep?" She asks. I sigh again. I reminded her of this earlier.

"I haven't slept in 40 years." I watch as her eyes widen. She sits up fully and realises her hooded top is missing a sleeve. She takes her hoodie off and she's wearing a t-shirt with a panda on the front. Its an unusual panda; its cartoony and smiling absurdly. I raise a brow at the odd choice of top.

She's staring at my suit jacket on the door. She opens her mouth to ask something and then pauses. I sit opposite her and wait for her to say something.

"Why don't you sleep? Do you have insomnia?" She smiles and leans forward.

"No I don't have insomnia. My body doesn't require sleep," Pausing breifly I can see she's confused. I grab the phial on the bedside table. I hold it in front of her eyes so she can see the powdery flowing substance. She reaches towards it and I immediately pull it back, glaring daggers at her. She looks upset and I run my hand down her face.

Kelsie smiles again and meets my eyes. This time she just looks in interest at the phial.

"This is my life essence. Its what makes your heart emotional. This powder also contains my soul." She watching me like I'm a crazy person and I suppose I am.

"So your souless and empty. Why don't you just eat that powder?" Well thank you captain obvious for that analysis.

"Don't you think I haven't tried already. I need to find someone that loves me and someone I love in return before the end of this year." That should about do it. Its enough to make me sound like I need to be sectioned and I watch Kelsie's reactions. Her face is set and I think she might be thinking about how crazy I am.

Kelsie sighs and then she finally looks me in the eyes. I'm not sure why I'm so bothered if she cares or not.

"I believe you," she finally says after a few minutes. I couldn't believe she actually believed what I was saying. I have tried so many times to get people to listen to what happened to me and no one ever does. I guess the whole story sounds a bit like a fairy tale.

Kelsie is still thinking and I swear I can see her brain working. She's a romantic at heart I guess.

"I've decided to help you find someone you love," she smiles in a goofy way. I glower at her and she shrinks back a little. She wants to find me someone and for some inane reason I highly doubt that she could find me a lover since she has no experience with men.

Kelsie huffs and I sigh in defeat. I suppose its worth a shot but I'm not sure why she's even helping me. As far as I can see I'm beyond help. I don't think I'm capable of love anymore. Kelsie's expression is one of hope and I feel a weird emotion stirring inside me and I recall kissing her.

Her soft lips and inexperienced movements drive me crazy. I don't really want to kiss anyone else. Its been decided in my own mind. The only one I really want is her and whether its love or not is irrelevent. I grin at her and she suddenly seems worried.

After talking for a while she lays down and falls into a deep sleep again. I leave her to rest, heading back into the heart of the city to start my day job. Watching people kill themselves or contemplate doing so is depressive and yet so necessary.

I'm standing on top of a bridge this time with a scruffy man and I nearly laugh when he decides to leap to his death. His whole problem was alcohol abuse and a whole load of problems bought on by that. When he jumps I'm left standing and thinking.

Somehow Kelsie managed to chip away a little bit of my frosty demeanor and I feel a little bit pissed off at that. She's my prisoner and I shouldn't be allowing her to affect me so much. I make my way back to house and still feel annoyed that she managed to get through to me.

A lot of my dark feelings come from being a demon and often I'm struck by intense feelings of hatred and I suppose its all part of being a monster. My whole intention of abducting Kelsie was to turn her into a willing or unwilling bed partner depending on how she takes it.

When I arrive home I'm still reeling from intense emotions and she's still curled up in my bed. Watching her sleep has a whole new effect now and my feelings are running haywire. She slowly wakes up and sees me. She breaks into a big smile and a larger part of me wants to destroy her.

My eyes are darkening and she suddenly looks a little frightened. The easy smile is replaced by a cautious look. She doesn't move and neither do I. Deciding to let the demon in me take over is one of the funnest and easiest things to do and I approach her like a vulture circling its prey.

This time Kelsie has the audacity to look very scared and shrinks back. She starts to slide back and she hits the headboard. When I get to edge of the bed and crawl towards her. My smirk is ever present and I watch her start to shake violently. I've never seen her do this before.

Her body is shaking and her face has become pale. A sheen of sweat covers her face and she lets out a ragged breath. She's struggling to breathe and as quickly as I wanted to hurt her; the feeling vanishes, replaced by a gnawing worry that she may die.

"Kelsie, sweetheart calm down," I clutch her shoulders and she winces. "Take slow, deep breaths."

She starts to breath properly and it seems to take a long time for her to calm down. She looks apologetic.

"Sorry I had a bad dream before you arrived and then I saw you were so angry so I guess I panicked." She shuffles uncomfortably.

I do remember wanting to hurt her but when the worry subsides and I realise I'm right in front of her I feel the urge to touch her.

I sit back against the headboard and pat my lap, beckoning her to sit on me. She seems wary but slides on. She's sat with her legs stretched across my legs. I move my face and angle my mouth so I'm near her ear, letting my breath hit her ear. She shudders again and her face is confused.

She seems so conflicted by everything I do. I press a kiss to her neck, letting my lips massage the skin. She lets out a whimper and I want nothing more than to hold her under me and take her virginity.

My tongue trails down her neck and she lets out more sighs and I can feel her pulse where my lips are. I kiss and then start to suckle the skin on her neck. She starts to whimper and I allow my eyes to become crimson again as I watch her enjoy what I'm doing to her.

I pull back and smirk proudly at the red welt on her neck. She's mine and no one elses. I meet her eyes and she suddenly looks sad. I wasn't expecting that. She slips off my lap and exits the bedroom, leaving me to wonder if seeing her cry is worse than her just leaving without saying a thing.