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White Demon

A/N: This is a story that is a companion story with Prettily Wrapped Nightmare. This story tells it in a different POV than Prettily Wrapped Nightmare. You DO NOT need to read Prettily Wrapped Nightmare, before this to understand it. Though, if you read it, you can understand this story more. Hope you enjoy!

I watch my friends dance with other girls under flashing lights. I take a sip of my beer as I wait until my friends get drunk and forget that I ever came.

This strategy happens every week. My friends always forget that I came with them. I deal with the same persuading and the same line, "You're going to have fun there!"

I never do. I don't see the fun people have at nightclubs. The air is filled with heavy perfume and cologne. Maybe, my recent relationship was a year ago.

I sigh internally. Why do I ever agree to these excursions? Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a glimmer of a long white dress.

I turn toward it. I see a beautiful pale woman with hair as light and smooth as silk fan herself with her hand.

She looks like she doesn't belong here. She looks like she belongs in a luxurious ball.

She notices me and I don't move, too mesmerized by her. I feel my head turning red.

She walks down the steps and around the crowd, eyeing me up. I give a shaky smile at her.

The woman reaches me and says, "Hello handsome, how come you're sitting all alone."

My face turns even more red. This woman definitely belongs somewhere else.

I find my beer to be even more interesting. "My friends dragged me here." I muttered.

She gives me a little pout. "Well, that's no fun at all. What's your name, sweetie pie?" She asks, as she bats her lashes.

Each part of her body is mesmerizing, no matter how small it may be.

"The name's Keith." I say. I don't bother to ask her for her name. She doesn't need a name to define her.

She's an angel, a spirit, a divinity. I'm falling hard for her, each second.

"Keith." She says. She speaks it in an accent, I can't recognize. My name sounds heavenly in the way she says it.

The urge bubbles in my gut. It's growing stronger each moment. I want to kiss her. No. I need to kiss her.

She leans over and her breath tickles my ear. "Wanna go somewhere private?" She whispers.

I tighten my grip on the bottle. The grip is so tight, that the bottle cracks a little.

I can't muster the ability to speak. All I can focus on is the way she slides her hand down my arm, her silky black hair tickling my collarbone.

She begins to walk away from me. "You know where to find me." She said.

I begin to object, but my mouth closes as fast as I open it. I know where she is going to be and I will go with her.

'What if she's going to kill you or something?', I thought. I hesitate and stand still.

The urge squashes that thought. Now, all I can think about is going to her.

My feet moves me towards the door and my hand drops the beer that I am carrying.

I open the door and look around for her, knowing that she will be here. My angel is here, smiling at me.

I give in to the urge and kiss her. She kisses back. I could embrace her with arms open, no matter her intentions. After all, angels never have bad intentions.

She pulls away to take a breath and starts to kiss down my neck. My pulse slowly gets faster and faster. My stomach squeezes, like something bad is going to happen.

I don't care. I care about her and her only.

I feel a sharp sting of pain, but it doesn't matter. I still embrace her with open arms. She is my angel.

I feel something warm and wet dripping down my neck, its coppery scent fills the air. It doesn't matter. She is my divine spirit. My savior from this world.

Darkness slowly seeps into my vision. It doesn't matter. I am content and satisfied with her. Nothing can tear us apart. 

I fall to the cold and wet ground. I begin to panic. It's not right. My breaths become shallow and I fall asleep.

Someone kisses me on the lips. Almost like saying, "Good night."