Kisses Of Cain

Acaro ~ Beginning

“You’re funny.” I laughed, rolling my eyes. “And I’m Satan’s mistress.” I turned my gaze to Cain, his expression causing my smile to falter. “I swear I’m not Satan’s mistress.”

 

“It’s not that. I am Cain and I once had a brother named Abel.” Cain admitted, pulling up his shirt sleeve to reveal the exact same mark on the exact same place that I had.

 

“It’s a tattoo.” I shook off the chills that were making their way up and down my spine. “Everyone can get one.”

 

“You hear the ringing in your ears when someone angers you. The urge to kill is sometime too strong to control. I’ve been watching you Roxanne.” Cain confessed, causing my heart rate to quicken. “That mark is what your parents died trying to get rid of.”

 

“So you killed them.” I croaked, my eyebrows pulled together in astonishment.

 

“No, I didn’t. Your parents were killed by demons.” Cain shook his head. “They killed them because your parents wouldn’t give up your location.”

 

“Demons? Don’t tell me you’re one of those looneys too.” I groaned, pulling my shirt sleeve down.

 

“You still don’t believe? They must have done a better job than I thought.” Cain marveled, tilting his head to the side. “Come with me.”

 

“What? No! I don’t even know you. I’m going nowhere with you.” I protested, standing up. He quickly followed suit.

 

“You know deep down that you can trust me Roxanne.” Cain held out his hand. “Follow what your gut says.” And he was right, deep down I had a feeling, as strange as it may be, that I could trust this complete stranger. Clenching my teeth, I narrowed my eyes at him.

 

“Where are we going?” I questioned, crossing my arms across my chest. His body stiffened, his eyes grew cold as he put his finger over his lips and motioned for me to follow him. Silently, I followed right behind him, stopping to grab two containers of salt then moving on to the bathroom where he locked the door behind us.

 

“Salt the window and keep this with you.” Cain ordered, tossing me one container of salt and the journal I had thrown at the wall.

 

“How in the world did you get this?” I gasped looking down at the journal.

 

“No questions. Do as I said.” Cain stated sternly. With furrowed eyebrows I put salt on the ledge of the window before taking a seat on the bath tub.

 

“Answer me this, what the hell is going on?” I snapped, clenching my fists, beginning to hear a low ringing in my ears.

 

“They’re here to try and take you.” Cain answered vaguely causing my anger to spike.

 

“No, you’re not going to give me that. Answer my questions with details!” I unconsciously gripped Cain’s shirt collar.