Alora Velencia
Gone too soon
Missed by many.
I questioned everybody around me. Every face, every smile, I questioned who it was that was responsible for all these suicides, and how they made them do it. Alora was found in her bathtub, her wrists stained in blood, taking her own life in the middle of the night with no explanation why.
I wish I could've saved her. All of them. I'm supposed to save, help, guide, yet death is everywhere around me.
I left the school to clear my head. I went to the city to walk in the park. As I passed people, I unintentionally gave them rude looks. I envied them. The human couple I walk past who eat ice cream and laugh. I'm jealous of the simplicity of that life.
I continue walking. The thought of leaving the school crosses my mind. There was no need to hide there anymore, the demon was dead, and something sinister still lurked there. It wasn't an ordinary school. I wasn't sure what evil creature watched from the shadows, deciding who their next victim would be, I knew I risked becoming their next one with each day I stayed there.
I walk down the street, my hair blows behind my back and my hands stay warm in my jacket pocket. As I turn, walking down an alleyway, I feel something behind me. I look, I see nothing, I question if maybe it was just the wind.
I continue walking. But I hear the noise again. I stop, I turn around, looking for what I was hearing. But I couldn't find anything responsible for the noise.
I turn back around and jump as I see Stella standing in front of me.
"Fucking creep," I say to her. "I thought you left school?"
"I did. But I can't leave before I talk to you," she says seriously.
I roll my eyes. I had no time for her insults. I step around her and keep walking as I say, "Unless it's to say you're gonna make yourself stop breathing, I don't wanna hear it."
Not so angelic of me to say. I'd curse at myself for it if I had a single care for her.
"Look, I know we hate each other," she says sternly. I nearly laugh at that until she grabs my arm and makes me stop walking. "It's about Adonis."
I look at her. She looks afraid. I don't understand it.
"What about Adonis?" I question.
She's afraid to answer. I watch as she swallows and gathers the courage. She whispers to me, "You need to run from him, Valeria. Adonis is not just a vampire. He's a demon."
"Are you serious, Stella? You're gonna waste my time with these bullshit accusations?"
"They aren't bullshit," she nearly snaps, her breathing increases a bit as her eyes widen out of fear. "I saw it. His eyes turned full black. He could control the lights - run from him, Valeria, before it's too late."
Adonis could not be a demon. It didn't make any sense. I knew better than that, he would've killed me by now. I say to her, "Go waste somebody else's time."
I turn and keep walking. She remains standing where she was.
"Don't say I didn't warn you!" she shouts.
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A D O N I S
I dream of her again. We're in bed, in silk sheets, the moon watching through the window as we commit a forbidden act. Her lips on mine, I'm on top of her, I touch her soft skin and hair. It's a beautiful few minutes of life, no worries, just her body against mine.
I remove my lips and look down at her. Her dimples show as she smiles. My eyes continue to look around her face. I'm not sure why I stopped kissing her.
"What is it?" she asks me softly, I get to hear her angelic voice. She reaches her hand up and puts it against my face.
She smiles at me while waiting for my response.
I reach over and grab something quickly. Without thinking, without reason, I grab a knife and stab the blade through her heart as she screams.
I jolt awake. I'm breathing heavily. I quickly notice I'm not waking up because of my dream, but because of knocking at my door.
I push myself out of bed. I try to forget the ludacris dream I just had. Dreaming of killing her - although it was just a dream, I still felt guilty, paranoid, was somebody making me dream these things? I look around my room for some writing, I don't find anything, but I do notice my window slightly cracked open. I didn't do that.
My door opens and Valeria stands here, unharmed, what happened in my dream would stay there.
"Did you miss me that much you had to come and see me at 7 in the morning?" I question her.
She rolls her eyes. She says, "It's noon."
My eyebrows lower as she enters my room. I say, "Oh."
I close the door. She paces around anxiously while I take a seat on the edge of my bed. After a while of her pacing, I say, "Valeria, darling, you're gonna wake up those in Hell with those steps."
She sighs. I tell her, "Come here."
She walks over to me, standing between my two spread legs. She looks down at me, her hair falling forward, I can see something is bothering her.
"I saw Stella," she says to me. "She said you were a demon. Why would she say that about you?"
Staying calm was something necessary for keeping my secret. I tried to hide it in my eyes as I thought about killing Stella, hunting her down wherever she was, and killing her for saying that to Valeria. But I keep my mask on, I remain calm.
I look up at her while tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. I say gently, "She's just jealous of how much I care about you."
After tucking her hair, I let my knuckles brush against her cheeks. She nods slightly. She smiles, "It's such a ridiculous thing to say. You've been my hero this entire time, Adonis."
I nearly smile at those words. I repeat, "Your hero?"
"Mhm," she nods.
My first smile nearly happens at this moment. That's what I wanted, to be a hero to her. I always wanted to be a hero to somebody. I did not kill the angels for sport, I did it to be heroic to my people. But she was now worth more than them. Demons do not have hearts, but whether I had a heart or not, it belonged to her.
"This school year is coming to an end, you know," she says. It felt strange. I had only known her for a few months, yet it felt so much longer than that. "In the summer, where are you going?"
"Home," I tell her. I pull her to sit down on my lap. She sits sideways.
"And where is home?" she questions.
I pause. I think of what to say. I settle for, "Somewhere very far."
"Hm," she hums. "So I guess you wouldn't want to go somewhere with me?"
"Where?" I ask her. Anywhere. She could say any location on this Earth and I would go with her.
She smiles, "There's this house my family owned. It's on top of a hill by the water a few hours away. I can't exactly go home this summer, so I'm going to go there."
She confesses that she cannot go home to the person that is the reason for that. But, once again, I don't let this show on my face as my hand moves up and down against her leg.
"I'll go with you," I tell her. I was not going to return to Hell.
I believed her to be my first chance at happiness. My entire life, all I've done is try and kill angels. Following the orders of my father in hopes of becoming king one day. I never had the chance to find happiness in a girl, it may be with a forbidden girl, but that changes nothing for me. I'm not sure how it is she made me feel this way for her, especially so quickly, but as she presses her lips against mine, I'm not going to complain.
All my life, every action I've done has been selfish. But what I feel for her, it felt like the first selfless thing I've ever done. My lips move against hers, and I know that I would put her before myself. The strength of what I feel for her, it didn't feel normal, although I had nothing to compare it to. It felt destined. Meant to be. I believe that an angel was put on this Earth as my soulmate.
She laughs as I grab her and pull her onto the bed. It's my favorite sound in the entire world. As I listen to it, as I hold her in my arms, it happens for the first time in my entire life.
I smile.
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