Paris: " Tristan, watch out!! ". I turned my head around to see a vindictive fist coming my way. Just when I was about to receive it in my face…
Rory: " NO!! ". Rory stepped in, right in front of me, receiving the violent hit instead, on her rosy cheek…
Tristan: " RORY!! ". Before she could collapse, I caught her quickly in my arms.
She was out of it…
The punch made her lose all kind of sense and consciousness. She fainted under my hold…
I suddenly felt possessed by some kind of savage demon.
I wanted to kill, kill someone…
I was enraged…
Dean: " Oh my God… ". He was appalled and shocked by what he did, looking at her with regret…
Fuck him!.
To destroy Dean was now my new purpose.
I gave him a lethal look, dictating already his death sentence…
Tristan: " YOU SON OF A BITCH!!! ". I handed Rory to Paris and threw myself viciously on the bastard…
We flew backwards, the prick landed on his back once again on the grass and I descended on top of him…
Once I got into a good steady position, a began delivering brutal fists, over and over again, millions and billions and trillions of times, uncontrollably, maniacally. I wanted to torture him to death, cease any kind of living nature on him…
He didn´t deserve to live after what he did to my Rory, my energetic, full-of-life, beautiful Rory…
Paris: " TRISTAN, STOP, YOU´RE GOING TO KILL THE GUY!! ".
¿Was I going to commit homicid?...
Well…
Hmmm, I don´t know…
¿Maybe?...
It does sound like a good idea…
Once I began punching him, I felt myself unable to stop, it all happened so strangely. My fist would meet, or rather hit, his hideous face and I would keep smashing on it, non-stop, until I realize that there was no more blood-free spot to attack venomously…
I was acting fiendishly and I would have murdered him right then if it weren´t for Jess who pulled me back out from the reach of my enemy…
Tristan: " LET GO OFF ME!!! ". I yelled under his hold on me. He wouldn´t budge, he wouldn´t set me free…
Jess: " NO, THAT´S ENOUGH!!! ". I was still so mad. And I was shaking so demonically underneath his hard grasp….
Tristan: " JESS!!!... ".
Jess: " TRISTAN, HE´S UNCONSCIOUS, FOR CHRIST´S SAKE!!! ". I froze…I wasn´t fighting it anymore. I looked down at a bloody-faced Dean and gulped. He was, in fact, unconscious. Jess released me cautiously. " He blacked out ". Telling me quietly from behind.
I had nothing to say…
Tristan: " Is he dead? ". Oh my God. There was actually hope in my voice when I said that…
Jess: " Nah, he´ll wake up in 15 minutes ". I looked over at him, confusedly. He had said this as if it was no big deal at all…
Tristan: " How do you know? ".
Jess: " Dude, I always wake up in 15 minutes, ok?, I speak from pure experience, my friend ". I nodded absent-mindedly, looking down at the grass for a split second until it hit me…
Rory…
I turned to glance over at the porch, but neither Paris nor Mary were there…
I ran into the house and searched frantically all over the place for her. I entered a bedroom and saw Paris laying Rory down on a bed…
This must be Rory´s bedroom then…
I looked around it with pleasantness, appreciating all of it.
Hmmm…
I smirked devilishly to myself.
Veeery nice...
Ok, maybe it´s not the right time to work up my sexual fantasies right now….
Rory´s unconscious after all, remember?...
I quickened my pace, Paris stood aside, allowing me to go near Rory. I went to the right side of the bed, got on my knees and began combing Rory´s hair back, smoothingly, staring at her sleepy countenance with much worry and caring…
Paris: " She´s going to be allright ". She assured me.
My whole face hardened, my jaw stiff, I was filling myself with hatred upon remembering what he did to her…
Tristan: " She better be ". Tense as Hell I was. I kept caressing her silky strands. She had the softest hair ever. My fingers had never felt such feathery, fine hair. It was so nice to feel, to rub, to touch, it was so doughy, flexible, elastic, so easy to handle, fondle, it was perfect…
So beautiful…
Just like her…
I inched forward and kissed the purple bruise on her cheek. She flinched a little bit, subconsciously…
Oh Rory…
¿Why did you had to step between me and Dean?. You shouldn´t have done that, Angel…
You should have let me receive that punch, I deserved to be hit, cruelly, roughly, for all the Hellish things I´ve put you through…
I swear things are going to change from now on…
Tristan: " I´m going to treat you right, Mary… ". I whispered. Looking down at her with devoted love shining in my eyes. " …like the Princess you are, like the Princess you´ll always be ". Brushing a warm-hearted kiss on her right temple. She takes a peaceful breath in. I rest my head near her shoulder, closing my eyes, taking her small hand in my larger one, gently…
If I would have looked up, I would have been met with the pleasant sight of a faint smile adorning her lips…
I sighed inwardly.
But then again,…
I didn´t.