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After much persuasion from Jaxon’s behalf, we agreed on me sleeping in the building tonight but I only said I would if I could crash on the couch tonight, not share a bed with him as he originally planned to do. Obviously his annoying self-objected to me sleeping on it when he had a perfectly good bed for me to use, but I told him it was either the couch or nowhere.
I’d be lying if I said the couch was comfortable. It was the thinnest, lumpiest thing I’ve spent a night on but when had Jaxon asked me the next morning how I’d slept, I said good considering. He knew I was lying from yesterday’s events, but I wasn’t going to admit it to him of all people.
After it had taken hours to fall asleep, the nightmares began. It was horrible, the girl flying across the room, the boy dead on the floor with a gaping hole in his chest, the teenaged boy burning alive and choking to his death. But they were bearable memories up until the Jaxon in my dreams turned around, making my heart beat increase.
The cold deadly look in his eyes sent shivers down my spine, my skin crawled as he walked towards me a menacing smirk on his face. That image of him was sure to stick to mind for a very long time.
Then out of nowhere, Ben flew across the room, just like the little girl had. His skin stared dancing with flames as his body crashed to the floor harshly and his agonized cries filled the empty space. As I ran to help him, my feet wouldn’t leave the ground, just like what Jaxon did to the whole of the people in the room when the girl was thrown across the community hall and people rushed to help her. They felt helpless to help her, just as I felt helpless to help Ben.
Finally the flames stopped but his cries didn’t die down. My small brother was lying on the ground in complete pain, screams ripping through the silent air as I was helpless to aid him. I was quietly sobbing to myself as I watched powerlessly as my younger brother neared his death, caused by the man who claimed he would never hurt me intentionally. He knew what he was doing in my dream and the pain he was causing me, his eyes dancing with pure delight as he watched me suffer.
Jaxon then did the upmost unthinkable thing that had me crying in my sleep. Jaxon ripped Ben’s heart out and dropped it to the floor, not one look of guilt on his face as Bens small, chubby body lay motionless on the cold floor. My tears was the only sound that filled the large room. I sank to the floor, clutching my heart from feeling so much pain but the thing that broke me most was when Jaxon walked back over to me. I hadn’t even seen him approach, only heard the small thuds of his boots against the wooden floor. I didn’t look up at him, I just couldn’t until the recognizable, all too familiar sound of clicking off the safety on the gun. As soon as I looked up, he pulled the trigger with a menacing smirk plastered on his face and a spark shining evily in his eyes.
I had woke up panting and dripping in sweat, the hot temprature in the stuffy room not making it easier to calm down. My airways felt restricted as I breathed heavily, throat hoarse and cheeks wet from the tears I had unconsciously shed. Jaxon had heard what was happening and flashed himself over to me, his touch running over my arms and back calming me down by the addictive buzz falling over my body. He whispered words into my ears and even held me at one point.
But as soon as I calmed down I didn’t thank him, I didn’t tell him what it was about despite his asking. I just rolled over and faced the back rest of the couch and lay there. Eyes open and cursing silently at the man sitting beside me. He tried talking to me but go not reply and eventually, I felt the weight next to me vanish and I knew he flashed away. I didn’t sleep again for the rest of the night, too scared to see what my dreams had in store for me.
I yawned as I sat at the small square table opposite of Jaxon. It was silent, the only sound was of my spoon pushing my oatmeal around in the bowl I had been given for breakfast, my appetite lacking severely. Jaxon had given up on talking to me when I gave him the cold shoulder, his face set as a blank canvas as he ate his breakfast. The only things he had said to me was ‘morning,’ ‘how did you sleep the rest of the night’ and ‘eat your breakfast’, all three statements I ignored.
He signed exasperatedly when he finished and saw my meal untouched.
‘Eat.’ He commanded. I stayed silent.
‘Olivia, I’m not fooling around and you’re testing my patience. Eat your fucking food.’
‘Lose your temper, go ahead. Kill another innocent kid.’ I stated dryly and tipped my spoon upside down, the oats falling back into the pile of them with a small splat.
Jaxon sighed and from the corner of my eyes I saw him run a hand through his hair, a clear sign on irritation.
‘I’m not going to kill another kid.’
‘Then you’ll throw one across the room.’ I shot back at him, still not looking him in the eye.
‘Fuck!’ He cursed out in anger, the bookcase behind him slamming down to the ground without him touching it and with such a force, my head snapped up, my fearful eyes meeting his dark angry ones. They didn’t soften like they usually did when I looked at him in fright, this time they only turned darker. I was frozen to my spot, his fists clenched at his sides.
Two men ran into the room, looking around to see what the noise was, some shooting me concerned glances. As soon as Jaxon shot them a glare, they exited the room at an impressive pace.
‘Eat.’ He said through gritted teeth. When I kept looking at him, not lifting my spoon to my mouth he shot me a glare, one so hard and deadly I wasn’t sure how I’m still alive. Just like my dream I was chilled to the bone, skin crawling and I wanted nothing more than to get out of here.
Without thinking I shot to my feet and ran for the door, hoping he was angry enough to let me go so he would calm down but I was wrong. His body flashed in front of mine at the door, arms open and gripped my upper arms as I crashed into his hard body, the buzzing shooting through me involuntarily.
I didn’t dare look him in the eyes, I couldn’t bring myself to do it so I thrashed round in his arms, his strong hold not letting me move anywhere.
‘Let me go!’ I yelled at him, hitting him in the chest but my weak actions did nothing to him apart from make his grip tighten on my arms. I don’t think he realized his strength against me, his grip so hard it was to a point of becoming painful.
‘Jaxon,’ I cried out, my fingers trying to pry his hands off my arms that once again tightened. ‘Stop, that hurts.’ My voice was quiet as tears brimmed in my eyes from what I’m not sure.
Maybe from the pain, maybe from the frustration. Maybe they were the unshed tears from last night, but whatever they were from snapped Jaxon out of it. Instantly his grip dissappeared from mine and he looked down at me with wide eyes in complete disbelief.
‘Olivia-’ He started saying but I cut him off.
‘Don’t.’ I said. ‘You’re a monster, you don’t even care.’ I spat. Testing my luck I tried walking by him. It worked up until an arm shot out to bring me back into his body at the last second. I couldn’t think straight as his lips pressed onto mine, sparking the blissful feeling to spread throughout my whole body. I couldn’t control my reaction as I took a step in to minimize the distance between us, his large hands placing themselves around my waist as mine wrapped around the back of his neck.
We fit together so perfectly, the large height difference only making us fit better as he lent down and as I stood on my tip toes. As I was pulled even tighter into him, my hand found his brown hair and my fingertips tugged slightly on the strands. A hum vibrated in my mouth and I sensed Jaxon’s approval so I tugged slightly harder emitting a loud groan from Jaxon. He pulled away for air but I wasn’t done, my body needed more of his. My lips latched onto his jaw just beside his chin, trailing across the defined jaw line to his ear then down his neck. I nipped on his skin at some points, making him suck in a sharp breath but made sure I kept it slightly too painful to be meaningful and with any emotion but hatred. Just because I’m kissing him doesn’t mean I like him, he needs to know that.
When a loud groan left his parted lips, I internally praised myself for finding his sweet spot. I bit down, my teeth sinking slightly into his skin before placing small kisses around the sensitive area. My teeth lightly scraped over the spot and Jaxon’s hands tightened on my waist, one hand sliding down my waist and to my backside.
Removing a hand from his neck I slapped the moving hand, directing it back to my waist and I heard him sigh of annoyance but I only smirked against his skin. Moving my lips from the spot and trailed them back up to his jaw before attaching my lips with his again.
My mind felt hazy as our parted lips connected, our tongues battling for dominance. I wouldn’t give up easily but Jaxon was determined and took control. He lifted me off the ground and my legs wrapped around his waist, a small moan came from the both of us as I stuck to him like a second skin, my crotch placed directly on his.
I felt like I needed him and I could tell he felt the same way, his bulge rubbing on me. Our lips fell apart, our breathing heavy and uneven as he rubbed himself on me. Our foreheads lent on one another, my eyes closed as I tried to catch my breath. My head fell backwards as a small moan fell from my lips, pleasure covering every cell in my body.
What I hadn’t noticed is that I had been flashed into another room.
‘Fuck,’ Jaxon muttered under his breath, his movements seized as he threw me backwards onto a bed, the semi soft mattress engulfing me. Before I had a chance to do anything. Jaxon was hovering over me, lips attached back to mine, tongue swiping my bottom lip for entry. I happily obliged my mind swirling in pure pleasure.
I felt my shorts being pulled from my legs so I lifted my butt from the bed to aid in the help of getting rid of the material that felt like barriers between the two of us. I wasn’t thinking straight, and I was only faintly aware of him ridding his own black jeans and discarding them on the floor. His lips attached to the base of my neck but I hated how he was still in control.
A state like this is the only time I would ever be able to have some sense of power over him and I wanted him to know what it felt like to be the less dominating person of the two of us. Using any strength I could muster, I rolled us over so I was straddling his waist. He seemed quite reluctant and I gathered if he wanted the positions reversed I wouldn’t have been able to roll us over, the thought irritated me. His shirt was long ago thrown on to the floor and I couldn’t help it as my fingers brushed over the defined muscle on his stomach.
Jaxon closed his eyes, but they shot open with a groan as my nails dragged slowly down his chest, my eyes taking in the small black swirls dancing over his toned skin making it look mysterious and magical.
My lips attached back to his chest and I nipped and kissed at his skin.
‘Olivia,’ he said but I continued, dropping my crotch down to rest on his. Although I had found a new sense of confidence, rubbing myself on him felt a bit extreme despite the urge I had to do it and relieve some of the sexual frustration.
Luckily he did that for me, large hands grabbing my waist to keep me in place as his crotch rubbed up against mine. I stopped my assault on his skin as a quiet moan left my lips, my hair dropping down to cover parts of my face. I felt Jaxon’s hand dropping down and playing with the hem of my underwear and I tensed slightly.
‘I don’t want to- have, sex.’ I panted to Jaxon. His hands stopped but hips kept rolling into mine. I opened my eyes to see him nodding, his eyes closed and lips parted in pleasure. He kept it up, this is something I was comfortable with so I allowed him to continue.
His movements started getting sloppier, quickening up ready to cum and I felt the same way. The buildup was incredible.
‘I’m gonna,’ I panted.
‘Me to,’ his voice sounded all husky and raspy, the low voice sending me over the edge. My body tensed and wriggled as I felt pleasure wash over me, taking me to a different world as the incredible feeling washed over every inch of me. I collapsed on top of his large body once I’d came to feel him reach his high as well. His arms wrapped around my back, pulling me flush into his body.
‘Shit,’ he breathed and I couldn’t help but agree with him.
‘Mhmmm,’ I mumbled into his skin as I felt content, floating on cloud nine. After I few minutes to regroup myself, I rolled off him.
He was looking at me with an emotion I couldn’t place, his eyes once cold and hard looking satisfied and dare I say, happy?
‘There’s a shower through that door,’ he nodded his head to a wooden door directly opposite the bed we lay in. I felt redness on my cheeks as he looked at me intently and now the heat of the moment was over I felt insecure under his intense watchful eyes. I picked up my shorts that were discarded from the ground and rushed into the bathroom door, locking it behind me.
In the corner I saw a blue towel as well as a few others so I grabbed it and hoped it was okay I used it. Turning on the water, I was surprised to find the shower such good of quality, something I’m sure Jaxon put his magic to use of and improved the heat and pressure from the shower. Careful to keep my hair out of the water, I rinsed off letting the warm water consume me.
When I got out I saw a pile of my clothes sitting on the sink counter, new blue denim shorts and another plain black singlet top with thicker straps and a clean set of undergarments. Flushing slightly I pulled them on and looked into the mirror.
Despite everything going on, my eyes appeared happy and sparkling, my cheeks having a healthy glow to them. My freckles dotted along on my face, scattering every inch of my semi tanned skin. Looking down at my body, feeling semi proud seeing the figure. Yes, there’s some excess puppy fat on my arms, legs and stomach, but nothing too bad. I did try and have a fit body by eating healthy and exercising. I looked healthy despite everything going on and I knew for a fact as soon as I left the bathroom, it would all disappear as reality will come crashing down on me.
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When I finally exited the bathroom 15 minutes after entering it, Jaxon was laying in just his boxers on the large bed, arms above his head and defined arms on perfect display, his brown orbs were hidden from my view. His breathing sounded even and relaxed, making me believe he was sleeping. He looked so peaceful, so human like as if he wouldn’t hurt a fly in fear of when dying he would be sentenced to hell for eternity.
His lips were parted slightly and even breaths left them. Now that he was looking at me I could finally look at the tattoos covering his body as well as a few marks I had left on him myself. Both of his arms and upper chest were covered in the dancing ink, looking so immaculate they could have been freshly done last week. The black swirls danced over his hard sun kissed skin but on closer look, some of the swirls were a dark purple colour.
‘I’m flattered that your staring love,’ his voice snapped me out of my trance and I jumped from the sudden shock. His eyes were still closed but this time a small smirk was playing on his lips.
‘I was um, looking at your, uh your tattoos.’ I stuttered look a fool, completely embarrassed for being caught checking him out.
He pushed himself up from the bed, his brown eyes boring intently into mine as they always do and his smirk only widened at the site of my shifting my feet uncomfortably with a red face from embarrassment.
‘There marks.’ He corrected me. ‘The more marks, the more power you’ve taken over the years of your existence.’
‘Taken?’ The word didn’t sound right.
Jaxon sighed. ‘Yes, taken. For each life you kill you get more powerful, your magic becomes stronger resulting to being able to perform more complicated tasks by it.’ He frowned slightly when I tensed and took a small step backwards.
‘Why are some purple?’ Curiosity was getting the better of me and I felt like I needed to shut up but I also wanted to know. As monsterous as he is, the small amount of information ive learnt about them is amazing, extraordinary even. My mind couldn’t get over the fact that somehow these people have managed to perform magic we all thought to not exist.
‘Black lines are for a humans I’ve killed. The purple ones are for other Demons I’ve killed.’
‘Why kill your own kind?’ I spat at him, disgust clear in my eyes.
‘They crossed me.’ He simply stated, face and voice now blank of all emotion as his mood changed as suddenly as mine had. ‘As you would know.’ His last sentence sounded dark and scary as he implied about Louis death being marked on his skin. A shot of guilt passed through me and I gulped nervously.
I didn’t know how to react. I looked at the ground, my feet covered in old white socks that are slowly starting to tinge brown from the old age and proof of how much I wear the material.
‘I’m going to have a shower now, when I get out we can eat.’
‘Yeah, sure.’ I muttered, breath catching in my throat as he rose to his tall height. He made his way over to me, stopping a foot away.
‘Don’t go anywhere.’ He said softly his eyes softening slightly as he kissed the corner of my mouth. His legs carried him into the door way, the width of his broad shoulders just making it through the narrow door way. It closed behind him and his arms didn’t leave his sides. The soft click of the door closing started the silence in the small room.
The site of his tattoos was replying in my mind. My original thought of them looking pretty awesome completely erased from my mind and the only think I could think of was monster. He has killed so many people, the small swirls so tiny both of his arms his chest had been covered completely. It was sickening and as I saw the ones at the end of his sleeves, I wondered if they represented when he killed Louis or the two boys trying to free themselves and the village they cared about lives he had taken to.
I still wanted to run away from him, from this mess I’m in. I don’t care if he acts sweet towards me once or twice, it still doesn’t make me not hate him. My breathing increased rapidly as I just stood there as I panicked slightly.
I need to get out of here, leave! Was running through my mind but my legs wouldn’t listen. I was just standing on the spot looking at the space where he had just disappeared into. I couldn’t do anything. I just stood there opened mouthed like a fish out of water. It wasn’t until the sound of the water only faintly heard from behind the wooden barrier separating the rooms my legs finally obliged to my brain.
Hastily, I turned on my feet and bolted for the door, finding my way down the stars and out the narrow hallway to the front door. I kept glancing in the open doors to make sure nobody was in there but my steps faltered at who I saw.
Sam’s back was facing me as he dug through the bag but what shocked me was the little girl who had been thrown across the room was sleeping on the old couch that looked like it would snap in half any second now, her skin black and blue from bruising. I felt a weight lift off my chest as I knew she would be in good hands with Sam helping her hopefully back to health.
Shaking my head I continued on my way, not wanting to stick around a second later and be found out by Sam. The thought of Jaxon not being as bad as I originally thought crossed my mind but vanished instantly as I made my way outside, the square littered with people receiving punishments and left there to be in pain.
I let out a sigh of relief when I made it out without running into anyone. The hot sun shun down on my bare skin and I basked in the sun before breaking out into a small jog.
I was finally getting out of here.
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