The Prophecy

Don't Look For Me

"I just know, Tessie. I can't explain it," she said. "Now, get up and take a shower, I'll go get some breakfast ready meanwhile."

I was up and out of the bed faster than a Pit Lord gets angry. I almost ran to the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I leaned on it and panted like crazy, trying to catch my breath.

Fucking hell that Angel was so hot and cute! My heart thumped in my chest hard enough that I thought it'd get out soon. I tried to calm my breathing and turned the shower on to cold. I leaned against the wall under the shower, I really needed a cold shower now or I would do something, regardless of what the Angel believed.

After the shower, I pulled on my clothes and walked to the other room, where Annie had made a small breakfast. Sadly, no coffee. I sat down and picked up a sandwich. I don't know what she put in them, but they were so wickedly good. You could say they were Heavenly. Ha ha. I nibbled on the amazing sandwich and Annie went to take a shower.

My mind turned to a little while ago, when we were still on the bed. I touched my cheek where she had touched me. Her skin was so soft. I found myself smiling at the memory. No, Ther'ezen. You're a Demon! You can't be happy at an Angel's touch! Get a grip of your life! What are you doing!

I got angry at myself and decided to take a little distance from Ann— from the Angel. I grabbed a sandwich with me and headed out of the door. "I'm off, Angel. Don't come look for me!," I yelled at her and closed the door behind me.

This is how it should be. I should be far away from her and trying to stop her. I should be teasing and making her suffer, not sleep in the same bed as her and be nervous about if I touched her or not. I'm a succubus! I should be touching her all I can! I should be corrupting her!

I should have been happy for walking away, but my heart hurt every step of the way I was walking away from her. My mind kept playing images of her in her bed in the morning. Her smile, her fluttery lashes. And when I thought that she might be sad that I left and through that she might even cry, I had to stop and swallow hard to prevent my own eyes from welling up. For fuck's sake, I am a Demon, not a crybaby! But the thought of Annie crying filled me with such a sadness that I didn't know how to handle it.

I arrived home angrier than I had been in awhile and sat at my table and stared at the book. I decided to bury myself in the work, if that would help me forget things.