The Possessive Creator (Book I)

(20) Present

(20) Present: 2012

Trying not to ask too many questions, I kept my hands on my lap, watching the trees go by us in a blur. The last thing he told me was that we needed to head north. Questions continued popping into my head.

“We’re going to have to find a house or apartment nearby. I have to find a witch after that,” Xavier spoke suddenly.

“A witch?”

“Where do you think some decent houses are? She needs her own room. Two bedroom houses are probably near the school, right? That would work out very well if so…”

I was beyond confused. What did he mean by a house being near a school was good? “Three bedrooms,” I corrected randomly.

He looked at me, our eyes meeting for what felt like hours.

“I’d like my own bedroom. And yes, I’m sure there are some houses near a school, but why does that matter?”

He looked back at the road, his expression hard and almost hostile. I had said the wrong thing. No, I shouldn’t have mentioned that I didn’t want to share a bed with him, but there was no way that I was going to share a room with the man that I was terrified of. I didn’t want to constantly be fighting my urges or arguing with him until he breaks something.

“Xavier? What did you mean about a school?” I whispered as softly as I could manage.

“She’s terrified of children… If the house is constantly surrounded by them, then she most likely won’t go too far if she ran.”

Terrified of children? What kind of a demon was she to Xavier if the sight of a child made her scream? I began to mull over this. We slowed down in front of a neighborhood and Xavier suddenly leaped out of the car as soon as he parked. When he knocked on a door of someone’s house, a very pissed off man came stumbling out, yelling that it was four in the morning and that he was going to call the cops. His neck was snapped before he could finish his sentence.

When Xavier’s foot went over the threshold, it was obvious the man lived alone. He dragged the man’s body behind him as he entered the house and then motioned for me to follow. I got out of the car and ran inside, watching as Xavier locked the door behind me and then turned on several lights.

“Eww,” I breathed at the sight of nasty clothes strewn about and the smell of dog urine in the air. Funny thing was; no dog.

I then had a good image of what this man was. He was probably divorced judging by the yellowed outlines of where pictures had hung on the wall. Maybe his ex-wife took the pictures and dog in the divorce? He obviously didn’t have children according to the lack of anything childish in his house. There wasn’t even a tiny picture on the fridge of a child. So were we not doing him a favor by ending his pathetic life?

“I’m going to need my strength when I face her,” Xavier explained when his fangs extended and he bit into the body’s neck.

As he took care of certain tasks, I went around the house, noticing all of the junk. “Um, Xavier, there are only two bedrooms here!” I called, wrinkling my nose when I saw the filthy bedroom that was the man’s.

“It’s better that way, anyway.” Xavier was behind me, looking into the bedroom with his nose wrinkled as well. “This room needs to be bleached.”

I looked up at him with uncertainty. “I’ll sleep on the sofa…?” I suggested.

He scoffed. “Anything to get away from the big bad man, huh?”

“I told you that—“

“’I’m no longer going to sleep with you, Xavier. Things are different now’” he mocked before brushing past me to get into the bedroom. “You act as if you hate me.”