Angel_chap-1:Monster, a short story by bloodangel. Date added: 2012-07-04. Times viewed: 475.

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Intro: We may be very good, but we are not angels.

Chapter-1:Monster
Zara watched warily as he shaved that morning. She didn’t want him to suspect that she knew his secret. If he detected her repulsion it was possible she would be his next victim. The razor slide effortlessly along his jaw line; some hidden desire within the girl made her quiver with anticipation. She wanted desperately to see the bloom of blood swell beneath his skin. Did that make them similar? Did the yearning to watch a monster suffer make Sara a monster as well?

She shook her head in dismay. This was not the time to contemplate such things. She should be packing her bags, preparing to leave Sebastion, yet she found she could not tear her eyes away from the man’s dangerous beauty. His bare chest glistened with moisture from the hot bathroom and his muscles expanded as he moved. He had tribal tattoos covering his broad shoulders and his deceptive, violet eyes stared back at her from the mirror. He combed his bronze fingers through his curly, black hair and laughed deeply.

“Relax; you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Sorry.” She muttered too afraid to look him in the eyes. What if he knew? What would he do to her?

“Are we still going to Alice’s for dinner tonight with Michelle and Sam?” Shit. She’d forgotten about that.

“I suppose so.” She tried her best not to hint at what she knew. Perhaps he hadn’t already noticed the tremor in her voice or the way she averted her eyes from his gaze. It was possible that he had yet to detect the fear in her unusual behavior, but in Zara’s mind every move she made was an obvious pronouncement of all that she had learned in the past twenty-four hours.

He raised his eyebrows playfully. “Okay,” he smiled as he leaned in for a kiss. In a moment of frenzied panic Zara almost jerked away, but she stopped herself and attempted to amend her mistake by pulling him in for another, more passionate kiss. Sebastian was surprised. “Where did that come from?” He teased. “You haven’t kissed me like that in ages.”

Zara laughed nervously. “Sometimes I just can’t help myself.” She heard him chuckle as she slid out the front door of their apartment. She could feel her heart beating rapidly against her chest. She sucked in the scent of the moist Savannah air. It was about to storm and Zara had things to do.

The dust from the dirt road stirred as she made her way quickly toward the old Southern plantation. The heels of her boots clicked as she climbed the few steps to the front porch. The screen door creaked open before Zara had a chance to knock.

“Can I help you?” A timid, little Italian woman peered at her from behind the door. How could such a delicate woman produce such an evil son? Sebastian’s mother was nothing like the man she raised.

“Yes ma’am. My name is Zara. I’m a friend of your son’s. May I ask you a few questions?” The woman’s eyes widened in fear; her hands trembled as she pulled the screen door shut. “You must leave now.” When Zara didn’t move the woman shooed her. “Go away now. I do not want to talk to you.”

Zara was puzzled. “What are you so afraid of? You don’t even know what I was going to ask.”

“Oh yes I do and I want no part of it. Your questions will bring me nothing but trouble. Leave at once before I call the authorities.” The little woman seemed very adamant in her pleas and Sara had a hard time resisting, but she had questions and this woman had answers.

“I just want to know why. Why does he do it? Did he have an abusive household? Is there something wrong with his brain? What is it? Please tell me!”

Something in the girl’s voice broke through Sabastian's mother and even though it obviously pained her, she opened the door. “You get ten minutes only.”

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