Chapter Fourteen

i havent updated/seen being human in far too long for this to be acceptably good

Arianne lay on the bed, hugging a pillow tight to her chest. Beside her Mitchell sat with his knees tucked under his chin, dark life-less eyes watching the nothingness around them. He was tired – mentally. Tired of this façade and the double-identity and the battle with his inner self.

Was he good, bad or truly evil?

Sometimes he wondered about death but knew enough to realise that it wasn't worth it. Death meant separation from those he'd suddenly grown attached to and even Annie didn't want to find her light to the other world. The one where judgement would shine down and killers of humans and animals alike would be sent to the pits, their limbs torn. Ironic, to say that perhaps Mitchell helped create a hell on earth, complete with just as much blood and hate. It was selfish but there had always been a pinch of hope that he could control this.

They'd fucked.

It hadn't been like before; it hadn't been overflowing with desire. Anguish and confusion blinded them as they searched for themselves inside one another. Mitchell remembered sucking the life from her throat, tasting her tongue and his blood against her lips but nothing more. Things passed in a blur, a spinning fairground ride flashing snippets of flesh and claret. Light had crept beneath the curtains, dancing around the smoothness of Arianne's back and began the moment to appreciate beauty. It had been strange to see her face contorted so roughly afterwards. Not pleasure, instead the complete urge to breakdown and resign to life. A life she didn't even live freely anymore, merely frigidly.

'I'm tired now.' She announced finally, her voice muffled by the fabric of the pillow. Mitchell shifted a little as she turned to face him with her naked body, thin lace knickers covering the dignity she no longer had to protect. He nodded his head in understanding.

Mitchell felt suffocated as he stood up but Arianne latched onto his wrist. The need to break away was stronger than ever. Once it had been glorious to be around such a being but now Arianne had grown too insane for his preferences. Turning her had obviously been a mistake and now he would need to harbor her like his little pet. The problem was trying to get her to stay here and it seemed only two options were available right now: fucking or murdering.

Looking down at her, he purposely kept his gaze above her neck, determined not to slip back into the false idea that staying together, mingled as one – no matter how sweet the blood tasted – would be right. She was watching him like a delicate child and somehow Arianne had pulled him gently towards her, wrapping her limbs around his and brushing the bareness of her breasts against his chest. His shirt had been discarded long ago, torn and damaged beyond repair and so the feel of such skin against skin was enough to drive him mad.

'Put some clothes on.' He ordered stiffly, constantly under a suffocating haze that only attacked him when he was with her. Women were men's downfall – in this life and the next.

He wasn't aware of the plan Arianne had as she slithered onto the ground and tugged her t-shirt on before settling back beneath the sheets with him. Sadly it wasn't even the act of lovers, nor one to collect the heat they could never feel. An unexplainable need to both be by someone for loneliness and power.

An hour must have passed when the impatience became too much and Arianne simply broke out of the duvet and made for the door Mitchell had slashed off its hinges. He was behind her in an instant, the weight of her lifting from his chest has disturbed the torturing moments he'd been having to himself. Another stupid mistake to believe she had accepted her fate, and somehow he had seen his with her, laying quietly and peacefully for once. George yelled something from the kitchen as feet charged down the stairs, almost tripping on the last few. Annie was strewn across one of the armchairs and looked up interestedly, raising an eyebrow when Mitchell shot out of nowhere and went to grab Arianne.

But it was too late.

The door hadn't been bolted because Nina had just been coming through it and Arianne's will to escape had been stronger than his to capture and she was already down the street.

Mitchell could feel her starvation in his bones.