Taming A Demon

Prologue

 First time I met him I was 10, and I thought boys were the bane of the earth. As I kid I had literally no idea why God created boys, they were gross and smelly. They chased me and my friends around the playground trying to kiss us, that is until I whacked one of them in the face with a giant branch and had to talk to a counselor. Anyways, back to him. At the age of ten, my perception of him was different, his hair looked greasily slicked back and his eyes sunken with purple bags underneath them. His eyes were so dark I actually thought they were black, and his gaze was so cold I got goosebumps every time I saw him.

It wasn't actually the 'first' time I had met him, but it's the first time I can remember. He was around me all while I was a child. Even though I don't remember those days I do feel strangely close to him, which creeps me out. When I was ten, he marked me. He seared his symbol into my flesh, it ached and itched for weeks. I was too scared to ever change for gym because the girls would make fun of me, and I was too scared to go swimming without wearing something that would cover the mark, even if it was an old t-shirt. I was humiliated and angry, I never wanted to see him again in my life.

Then it was my 13th birthday, and I was getting to know the bitch named puberty. The acne spreading across my face and all the hormones raging did not help when my mother told me what the mark on my back meant. It ruined me, I spent days locked in my room listening to MCR and refusing to leave. I'd only open the door to get the food my mother had left for me and to sneak to the bathroom when no one was around. I hated him with every fiber of my being, I wanted him to die, I wanted myself to die. I just wanted to get out of the arrangement my mother had made before I was even born.

Then everything drastically changed. I was 16 when I met him a second time, it had been 6 years but my hatred still raged. I can remember the moment vividly. It was a Monday afternoon and I had just gotten home from school, I opened the door and walked inside to the kitchen, only to find myself staring at the tall man standing by the kitchen counter. He turned to look at me, his dark green eyes staring into my plain brown ones. I knew who he was, even though he looked so different. His hair was no longer slicked back and greasy, instead, he had grown it out a few inches. The bags underneath his eyes had seemed to disappear and his gaze felt...softer. I noticed that he had his ears pierced too, they were only studs but they made him look incredibly younger. Since I was 16, I had come to accept the fact that sex and attraction were normal and human, but I had no idea I would be attracted to the man that I considered my worst enemy.

"Amy," he said, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine, and as soon as he said my name my mark began to ache. I ran to my room and slammed my door as fast as I could.

That moment as I threw my bags to the floor and started to cope with what just happened, I knew that this was going to be a big problem.