6.
As it turns out, I don't mind being used.
Blake came in that night, just to see me. We didn't hesitate with small talk or with nervous chattering. We went straight to it. Blake was heavenly, giving me everything she couldn't when she was human. Her kisses were like little flowers, and she moved her body in more confident ways. The old Blake would have never tried anything like that. And I know this may sound gross to you, but I had no idea she was so…so flexible. Who knew she could bend her legs like that. Sorry, I know you don't want to hear it.
Afterwards we just laid there for hours, kissing, touching. We barely slept the entire time, and after a few hours, we went again. When light began to come through the window, I was exhausted. So this time we just relaxed, intertwined with each other, kissing, laughing. Sometimes I thought this was the old Blake, that this girl still loved me, but the first words out of her mouth form the entire night ruined the fantasy.
"I had fun, kid. But Darius will be looking for me. See you later." she winked and grabbed her clothes that were scattered all over the cell.
"Kid? Excuse me, but I'm way older than you." I still had a teasing tone in it, hoping she would come back to bed with me.
Blake didn't. Once she pulled on her pants and shirt, she was out of there like someone screamed fire. For a moment I caught her eye just as she shut the door. It confirmed the truth I had thought of…was it only yesterday? And I don't know if she knew that I knew. But I also knew one thing, that girl was human. She wasn't a demon. She's as human as I am, which means she has a soul. Blake still had her humanity in her somehow. I don't know for how long, but maybe I can keep it in there. Because obviously she's fighting herself, but the demon is winning.
This was going to be difficult, I could tell. Which only left me one thing to ask.
What the hell was I thinking?
She was using me, I knew that. I was some toy to her because she did feel something for me, but it wasn't strong enough. So this is where our old relationship left us. Sex and one night stands. How many girls had I had sex with this week? Two. Lets not try for three.
I stretched, feeling my sore muscles, looking at the bruises on my left shoulder. Blake was stronger now, and as of last night, a lot rougher too. I got out of bed and got dressed in last nights clothes. I needed knew ones. These ones were starting to smell.
As if on cue, the door opened and Terry came in. He was smiling so it had to be good news.
I was right.
"I came to spring you." he winked, opening the door wider and motioning me through. "Dad said there's no point keeping you in here. So you get your old room back." another smile.
"My room?"
"Yeah, no one touched it since you've been gone. Or maybe I should say that no ones been allowed in there. Dad said it gave us "bad luck"." he made air quotes with his fingers.
"Figures." I shrugged and walked out into the hallway. It was a long corridor made of rocks and slate. There were cells on my right side and in front of me were chambers for food and clothes. Others were the showers they had prisoners use. That was my idea actually. I didn't want to smell the people I tortured.
We went to the right. I took the lead, remembering where I was. I made a left and entered down the main hallway. This one was made out of marble. The floors were granite. On the walls were pictures and intricate patterns for decoration. Lamps and chandeliers were hanging from the ceiling, matching what ever story the ceiling told, for it had paintings on it.
Now if I had gone straight a few yards and made a right, turning round a circle and down another hallway out of the way, I would have seen Lily's room. To the left of that, not nearly a difficult as hers was, was Terry. I turned away from them and gone to the left instead of going straight, then I made another right. Now I was in another hallway. My hallway. I made it myself, making it as complicated and hard to get in as possible. No one found me unless I wanted to be found.
There were doors everywhere. On the floor, sides, and ceiling, covering every empty space. To the human eye, the rooms seemed to move and shift. That's because they actually did. I made my own room, making sure I was no target of pranks from my brothers, and I didn't want anyone snooping around that shouldn't be there. If you knew how to enter my room, you considered yourself lucky, because that meant I trusted you, which I did rarely.
Terry left with a shrug once I looked at him. He didn't expect to enter it. No one ever had other than Amanda, and that was a really long, intimate story I really don't want to explain it all. We had a thing, but obviously not anymore since she's dead.
I didn't trust any of them anymore. The room they had been in when they attempted to remove my soul was my decoy room. Well it was more like another study of mine, where I spent time teaching anyone who would listen about my ways. In that room I became more civilized than anywhere else. I just didn't want blood on the white carpet.
I counted the doors as they spun around, letting my mind wander back to when I was last here. I pictured the special knob I made to make sure I wouldn't even get confused. I scanned the large hall full of doors until I spotted the black knob with a angel carving on the lock. It was so tiny you couldn't spot it unless you knew what you were looking for.
I passed each door that was unique, yet all the same. Each door was made of wood that was thicker than the kind at the White House. They were all red oak, carvings in the wood and the knobs had their own little pictures on the knobs. But each door was a shade darker, each picture was more intricate and detailed while some were bland at the beginning.
Within a minute I stood at the exact place my door should rotate. I looked up to find it spinning towards me, sliding down the wall, making no noise as it stopped for a brief moment for me to get in. I bit my finger, letting blood flow. Then I smeared the blood against the lock, listened for the satisfying click as it responded to my blood, searched the hallway out of paranoia to make sure no one was there, and opened the door before it began to move again.
Once I was in, I shut the door and heard the door shift as it moved away from its place. I could leave anytime I wanted with no problem. It was all part of a illusion that no one could place. The doors moved, but others more or less stayed put or at least returned very quickly without anyone noticing. Someone could watch these doors for years and not find a pattern.
The room was hotter than before. I felt beads of sweat rise on my neck and I wiped them away. My face was flush and my shirt was clinging to my skin. I cursed, turned around, began to head to my bathroom, and stopped dead in my tracks.
"I should have guessed." I mumbled, waling past her as she sat on my bed.
But Blake didn't respond as I swept past her, and I didn't care. Last night was a mistake, and I would be a fool not to realize that. Yes I was thrilled to have Blake in my arms once again, but the strings attached were too much for me. I do mind being used after that it happened, and its breaking my already shattered heart. How much more can it take? How much more can I survive?
I took a quick shower, getting used to the heat radiating from Blake. I dried off my hair with a towel then my body, thankful I always stashed clothes in the closet in here when I was done. I really didn't want to get dressed in front of Blake's new, more aware eyes. Now especially since I knew she wasn't Blake anymore. She was the evil Blake. So to speak.
I threw the towels and old clothes in the hamper, opened the door and went into the room. Blake was still there. Her body hadn't budged, but her eyes were following me.
After ten minutes of awkward silence, I had had enough.
"What!" I shouted at her, but she didn't jump back. "What do you want with me! Because honestly I can't figure it out. Why don't you just leave me alone or kill me? Surely you have that much of the old Blake left in you."
She sighed, finally breaking her stare off from mine. She got up, then sat back down in my other chair and flipped her red hair from her face. "There is no other Blake, Logan. This was always me."
"What are you talking about?"
She eyed me with a look that said I was a complete idiot. I put my hands on my hips, smacked my lips, and gave her the same snooty girl look. I got the reaction I wanted; Blake cracked a smile and giggled. But she quickly composed herself and her face grew dire and serious again.
"I'm talking about that your father, or any of your family for that matter had no part in this. It was all my idea to get L'Angelo Nero back to us. Your family agreed to it as long as you were returned in good shape."
"What are you talking about?" I repeated.
Blake closed her eyes and let out a breath. "It was all fake, Logan. Everything that happened was my plan, but I had clue that you were going to kill Amanda! That part I hadn't expected."
I just stood there dumbfound. I couldn't find any words to say.
"I had to get you to trust me, so naturally I tempted you, got close, flirted, and then skirted away, which made you want me more. I used Jeremy to make you jealous, but his human life meant nothing to me."
"You were human." I said.
She laughed. "No, I knew my fate before you did. That's when I found your family and told them my plan."
"Which was what exactly?"
"Like I said, we needed the "Angel" back. Your soul was hindering you and your family missed you. My father always talked about how he would love to follow in your steps and kill thousands like you did. Ugh, this is more difficult to explain than I thought so just shut up and let me talk."
"When I heard that you were heading to North Carolina-"
"By who?" she gave me a glare that shut me up.
"Now I'll start again. Once I heard that you planned on moving to North Carolina, I made it there first. I moved there a year in advance, established a home and a reputation, then once you got here I would have my stories straight to lure you in."
"Stop!" I clamped my hands over my head, not wanting to hear where this was going.
"I never loved you, Logan. My real plan was to kill you in the end, and once your family is out of the way, my way is going to happen."
I hardly heard her threat.
I never loved you, Logan.
She never loved me.
The next sound that came out of my mouth was an anguished scream, which brought me to my knees by its weight, and Blake on the floor. It was the worst sound that I had ever heard.
"I'm sorry." she whispered when I was done.
Then I launched myself at her.
