CHAPTER TWENTY
I turned up the volume on the docking station singing my heart out to the empty house. I was glad for the relief from the break away from Jonathan and Jace both of who seemed to want to endlessly talk with me.
Not that it didn't end in an argument.
I'd launched a pan after Jonathan as he left for business this morning and he'd called me whore over his shoulder. Jace seemed bemused by it all.
I hummed as the toast grilled in the oven out of tune and bopping about the kitchen which still smelt fresh from the bleach I'd used to clean it. Friday was cleaning day, and I was like a women possessed with the amount of chemicals I put out about the house.
But I could at least relish in my peace.
My feet slid easily against the freshly mopped tiles and I chanted out the lyrics to the pop song swivelling my hips like I'd seen the dancers do on the television. My body moved rhythmically as I felt the pumping base.
I reached across for the bowl which sat on the high counter and tipped out the collection of pills into my palm staring at the colours of them, before lifting them into my mouth and throwing my head back to send them down.
I clutched onto the counter for a moment as my head span at the administration but I steadied myself, shaking off the unpleasant feeling which was overcoming me.
A sound in the dinning room startled me and I shook my head trying to refocus my vision.
"Jonathan?" I called in warning pulling the shirt down, trying to stretch it over my underwear but it did nothing to conceal any dignity.
"Jonathan this isn't funny. You need to go away!" I warned him feeling my skin flush with heat.
When no response came I put it down to a figment of my imagination. Perhaps I'd mixed up the pills. The thought made me yawn and I considered moving to lie down.
I flapped as I smelt the burning and flipped the switch off the oven and pulled the door down to reveal so well toasted bread. I grumbled a complaint as I fumbled with the warm bread jiggling it roughly between my hands until it landed on the counter.
I glared at the bread for a moment considering what to do with it before moving towards the fridge to seek out the jam.
My hand never quite reached the handle as I felt something pawing my hair, the hand was gentle at first, but it soon became rough and I screeched as I felt it slamming me up against the door. My cheek pressed against the cool surface and I stilled my body considering what I'd learnt from Jonathan.
"Jonathan isn't here" I husked my voice low as he restricted my breathing.
"Jace isn't either" he assured and I realised it was a warming. His foot pushed forwards kicking my legs open and I hissed in protest.
"You're a demon" I asserted and he laughed this time but it was screech like and he slammed my head into the fridges surface.
The pain ripped through me, a splitting sensation as I tasted blood in my mouth.
I whimpered as he pulled my hair again jerking my head back and I caught sight of him for a moment. I tried to focus my vision, to see past the disguise to see what Jonathan would see but my eyes ached and I forced them shut as my body was thrown to the floor.
My limbs stretched out and I slid along the tiles, my shirt pulling up as my hands tried to right myself but I slipped in my own blood which was sticky and warm and had me wanting to be sick.
"If you kill me. If you kill me they'll come for you" I warned scrambling to stand as I pulled out the counter leaning against its firmness.
The demon smirked as if it was all just as game.
I slid my hand across the marble work top feeling for something sharp but I drew a blank. I latched my hands around the utensils jar and swung it forwards aiming roughly in the demons direction which gave me enough time to move.
I pushed myself forwards breaking into a run as my blood stained feet pushed against the carpet and I lunged towards staircase. I could hear snarls behind me as I took the steps clutching to the banister rail to steady my spinning head. I feared I'd collapse before I made it to my destination.
I cursed Valentine for having such a long staircase but the landing came into sight and I knew Jonathan's bedroom was only a few strides away.
My legs gave way under me and I slammed into the staircase as a hand latched onto my ankle pulling me back down the steps. The movement winded me and I drew in jagged breaths as he pulled me back halting my ascent. I began to kick. I jerked my legs with another movement to snap the bones but his grip loosened as it allowed me to swing around. I rolled down two more steps before I was able to send my fist into it's face. I screamed at the contact which clearly broke some bones in my fingers.
I moved again. Quicker this time, more desperate to live than I'd been in years. This wasn't like fighting with Jonathan. This was life or death. I reached the summit dragging my body along the floor crawling like a spider, desperate to escape being squashed.
My fingers flexed up and I tugged on the handle of Jonathan's door pulling myself upright and tripping through the frame as the demon seized a clump of my hair. But I was stopping. Adrenaline spurred me on and I howled in pain, an animalistic sound as my hair was torn at the roots and I dived towards Jonathan's bed. I seized up the dagger from the beside cabinet and the demon landed upon it as he smothered my body under his.
It whined and I twisted the blade forcing it deeper into it's body.
But the was almost silent as my mind focused not he heavy footfall on the stairs and the scream of my name. I tried to speak, to call back to him but I couldn't manage the words, my voice was absent as I continued to clutch the hilt of the dagger the demons blood seeping in with my own.
"Millicent" I Jonathan demanded his voice in the corridor now. And I pushed trying to alleviate the pressure of the demon from my body but he was becoming more responsive as was twitching above me, preparing to attack again.
I tried to pull the dagger back out but the weight was to much for me to move. I tried to scream again but the body moved suddenly and I heard the thud as the demon hit the floor.
I slid of the bed and onto the floor crawling forwards as the knife remained fixed in it's chest. But I stopped as I saw Jonathan standing over the demon. His eyes seemed wild as his hand hoovered above it's body a long seraph blade clutched in his hand. I drew a sharp breath and closed my eyes as I saw him plunge it down. The demons sounds were grutal as Jonathan drove the blade in, over and over again until a silence fell and only my breaths filled the room.
"Look at me Millicent" Jonathan demanded but I fell back pushing myself up against the bed until there was nowhere left to move. I screwed my eyes up tighter trying to eradicate the images I'd seen. "Millicent dammit you will look at me!" He threatened and I flinched at the sound of the blade clattering against the floor.
"What the hell was that? What did you think you were doing, how the hell did it get in here! Is this some kind of joke, are you trying to get yourself killed, I know your psychotic but even this is a little much for you. What would have happened if I wouldn't have found you, what would have happened if I hadn't of come home then!" He bellowed his voice full of anger and I drew myself inwards.
"I had it in hand" I lied and he laughed bitterly.
"Do you know what it would have done to you, can you even begin to comprehend what it would have done to something as innocent, as defenceless as you?" He hissed and I winced at the image a shake taking over my body as my mind tormented me with dark twisted images.
"Millie" he pleaded his voice unusually gentle and I opened my eyes to take him in properly. He wore his hunting clothes, shrouded in a darkness with a splattering of demon blood over him. His hair was de-shelved and I wanted to tug my hands through it.
"Jonathan" I husked as the tears pricked my eyes. The dull ache was attacking my limbs and I could feel the blood beginning to crust on my skin.
I reached for him. My good hand darted out and I pulled at his shirt. It didn't take much force to move him as he shifted forwards and I parted my legs allowing him to push his body up against my own. My fingers were freezing but I drew them down against the side of his jaw and over his rough lips groaning at the heat that blew from them.
Then I kissed him.
I pushed upwards and set my lips against his own which seemed to unsettle him because his hand grabbed out to the mattress above us to anchor himself as I pushed my body up against his own. My lips felt to soft against his and I pushed them harder against him trying to get him to react to me.
"Jonathan please" I groaned pulling away from him and pushing against his chest in frustration at his rejection. My pleading seemed to spark something in him and this time when I moved towards him again he met me with a fierce kiss. His jaw clashed against mine and I could taste my blood on his tongue as he moved his lips around.
I snaked a hand up into his hair and my other reached down to his belt loops pulling him closer towards me but the movement was careless and I screamed into his mouth the sound coming out muffled but pained none the less. I pulled my lips away and leaned my head back against the bed.
Jonathan recoiled for a second and I saw concern flash in his eyes for a moment before they returned to a hard stare.
"Well you did beg for it" he shrugged trying to sound distant. "At least we know why your such a bitch, you just need to be laid Millicent, perhaps that would save you needing a personality adjustment" he sliced.
I ignored him glaring down at my pulsing fingers in disgust. I tried to flex them but the movement brought tears to my eyes and I caught my lip between my teeth silencing the scream that wanted to fall from them.
"I wasn't rejecting you Jonathan. You don't have to go back to being a asshole. It's my hand" I snapped grabbing onto the sheets and using them to pull myself up. But I was in free fall again as Jonathan pushed me into the mattress at the bottom of the bed, my blood smearing against the previously clean area of the sheets.
I jerked my hand to strike out at him but he caught it forcing it down against the bedsheets with a snarl.
My eyes were sharp as I glared into the darkness of his with a frustration.
"It came out of nowhere. I don't know how long it was in the house for, but it was here and, and it got me"I whispered hardly able to utter the words which forced the images back to me.
"Tell me. Tell me what it did" he demanded shaking my body slightly his face tense.
"It, it hit me, and it said you weren't here. It knew I was alone" I broke off with a choked sob at the memory and feeling of utter helplessness. "But I got away from it and I knew I had to kill it. I had to hurt it. So I ran, I ran to the stairs and I tried to get to your room but it grabbed me again. We thought and I got into your room, by the time I snatched up your dagger it was on me and I'd stabbed it. Then, then you came" I recalled turning my head away as I spoke to him unwilling to meet his burning glare.
"When Valentine finds out about this …" he broke of and pushed himself from the bedspread. I lay still froze in place as he moved about the room pacing for a second before he set his fist against the wall. I flinched as I watched him, over and over again he punched the same piece of brick work.
"Jonathan, Jonathan stop, please, your going to hurt yourself" I protested my eyes burning with fresh hot tears at his anger.
"I should have been here" he growled. "By the Angel Millicent I should have been here" he seethed and I moved from the bed my limbs unsteady.
"You are my responsibility. Do you understand that? Can you grasp the concept. You are mine to look after!" He insisted and I stumbled a little before I came to stand before him.
"You did look after me" I shrugged toeing at the carpet. "And you here now, that's all that matters" I tried to assure reaching out to him but he turned back away from me.
I looked down at my feet and considered my next move, we were in a game of chess and each step had to be carefully considered.
"Take of your clothes" Jonathan broke the silence keeping his back to me as he moved towards a door which led to his bathroom.
"Excuse me?" I husked looking down at the bloodstained shirt and scant underwear feeling sudden embarrassment roll over me.
"We're covered in blood, your exhausted, and unwell. We need to shower" he insisted the door to the dark tiled bathroom.
I titled my head waiting for him to end the joke, to tell me he was teasing me but he was shrugging of his jacket and stepping out of his shoes. He moved out of my sight and I began to shift forwards as I heard the sound of the water falling from the shower.
My feet carried me forwards while my mind screamed in protest. I'd never been in Jonathan's bathroom before. It was almost entirely black with the furnishing a greyish shade, I'd never seen anything like it before. My feet felt cold against the tiles and every step was numbing.
Jonathan was pulling open cabinets clearly searching for something. I stood numb for a moment as I looked from the basin, to the bathtub, to the mirror which seemed to engulf one wall.
My gaze flicked away from my reflection quickly uneasy with the sight of my bloodstained flesh.
Jonathan turned to face me and I scowled at him for a second trying to keep my gaze of his bare torso which was delightfully toned and every movement seemed to reveal a new muscle. He was lean, and strong, easily able to overpower me if he chose to.
"This isn't a good idea" I remarked looking longingly at the warm water which was beginning to steam up the mirror.
"Do you trust me, Millicent?" He questioned his eyebrows drawing together.
"Yes" I whispered feeling my face flush as he reached for his belt and unbuckled it.
"Then let me look after you" he requested as he touched the hem of the shirt. I swallowed hard as he drew it up and pulled making me involuntary raise my arms for it to be lifted off.
Jonathan eyes widened as he let the shirt drop to the floor and I looked away from his face as he analysed my skin.
He reached for the button of his trousers and I flicked my stare back to him, wide and questioning as he pulled the down taking his boxer shorts down with him which made my breath inhale sharply and my skin burn in embarrassment.
He was smirking, a wide satisfied smirk which made me want to melt into a puddle of flustered hormones.
"You don't have to look if you don't want to, but I think we both know you do" he shrugged turning away from me and stepping towards the shower. He stepped under the hose keeping his back to me as the water ran down his back washing away whatever blood of mine had transferred onto him.
I shifted from foot to foot feelings of uncertainty clouding me. I hadn't been naked in front of anyone since I was just a child, and that was only when my Mother would bathe me with Jonathan. But that had been many, many years ago and a lot of things had changed since then.
My good hand unclasped my bra and before I could rethink it I pulled down my underwear stepping out of them and leaving them pooled on the damp floor. Jonathan turned his eyes meeting mine for a moment and I inhaled deeply. I stepped forwards towards the water, giving him a silent permission to look, and look he did.
The water was almost scolding but I suspected it may just of been how cold I was. Jonathan stepped back allowing me to stand fully under the spray but he kept are bodies close so are skin brushed constantly. The water was pounding in my ears and made me feel heady. I reached up using my hands to rub the blood from my face. I craned my neck back titling my head the so water ran down my chest easing the pain in my ribs.
"Millicent" Jonathan groaned and I felt his hand come to rest against my hips. "You're intoxicating" he decide his hand inching up over my rounded hip and I did nothing to stop him. But his hand faltered just before where I desired it to be and dropped back. I shifted my legs feeling dangerous sensations fluttering about.
"Have you got shampoo, and … body wash?" I questioned trying to sound bolder than I felt. Jonathan was unusually quiet in his response and a quick flash down his body told me exactly what was making him so uncomfortable.
He stood back, leaning against the tiles of the wet room as he watched me wash my hair, but when I reached for the scrunchy he pushed himself of the wall coming to stand back under the water again. His stare was intent as his hand moved to take the scrunchy from me and I nodded my consent squeezing my legs together to try and control myself from just melting there and then.
His hands were warm as they glided the lotion over me, I sighed as his fingers brushed against my chest and leant back into him as he brushed teasingly over my breasts. I felt his desires pushing into my back the further I relaxed into him and soon he'd set the scrunchy aside and had began to massage my breasts, his hands firm, and his fingers nimble as they rolled my nipples.
I bit back my moans, sinking my teeth into my lips as I was lost beneath his touch. Jonathan moved me. Turning me into him his lips replaced his hands and soon my moans were uncontrollable, and I was shifting in his hold trying to resist the urge but before I could hold myself back by body tensed before I realised, the orgasm sharp and fast making me feel light headed and nothing like I'd ever been able to give myself before.
Jonathan sucked on my neck while I sagged against him my eyes half lidded as the water washed away my arousal cleansing me. Jonathan's teeth racked against my neck drawing me back to the present. My legs felt weak from a mixture of exhaustion and desire but the dull ache had lessened in my limbs replaced instead by a burning desire between my legs.
"I put a towel out for you" Jonathan husked in my ears and I stepped forwards and out from under the spray of the water.
I looked back at him over my shoulder for a moment my hair damp and twisting down my back. He had stepped under the stream of water and turned away from me to reveal the angry scars the marred his back, perhaps the only really blemished part of his body. I loved the feel of his skin and the runes that curved around him. The way his hair was flat and smoothed back against his head.
I picked up the towel with my good hand and glanced at the first aid kit which had been placed beside it. I picked both up and moved from the room pulling the door tightly closed behind me before I exhaled a long breath. I gave Jonathan the moment of privacy and squirmed some more just thinking about what he must be doing in there.
The towel was a slate grey and I rubbed myself down with it easing the fabric over my limbs. I could see a purplish brushing overcoming my body stretching out across my ribs and my legs.
I strode towards the walk in wardrobe and moved inside of it clutching the towel around me as I searched through Jonathan's clothes. Jonathan's clothes ranged about fifty shades of dark and I lopped my hand around a back sweatshirt and pulled it over me allowing it falling to a modest length before I set to work. I pulled at the small draw unit rummaging through the range of hair products and lotions before I found a comb that I ran through my hair detangling the knots that had formed.
Years of practice had me moving quickly back through the closet discarding the towel and moving towards the bed. The shower had stopped running but Jonathan hadn't come out yet. I pulled back the bedsheets and bundled it up removing the bloodstains and discarding it into the basket hoping that it could at least strip this room of the horrors that had gone on.
I moved around the bed looking for any further signs of the demon but Jonathan's blade had returned it back onto the beside unit and the place seemed strangely untouched of any demonic activity. But I knew stepping outside the door would reveal the horrors of what would truly happen.
The door to the bathroom opened and I looked over to Jonathan before quickly turning away and covering my face with my hands embarrassed as Jonathan strode unfazed by his own nudity into the closet. He returned soon after sporting his usual dark boxer shorts and looking triumphantly smug.
"Tiered?" Jonathan stated more than asked as he walked past me towards the bed. I nodded and followed after him.
His bed was higher than mine and I pulled myself up onto it and clambering clumsily under the sheets. I jumped a little as I felt his body come to rest beside mine and I realized I was being spooned by Jonathan Morgansten. His body was warm against mine and I pushed back into him dragging his hand to rest over my body. When he held me I felt safe, I felt calm and I felt wanted. I fell asleep to his face nuzzling against my neck as I tried to contemplate just what had happened between us, and what boundaries had been crossed. We had reached a point of no return.
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