The Devil Inside.

Chapter Nineteen.

It was days later. Blaire was still in the cellar, sadly. But Andrew brought her a book to keep her company. 

Andrew heard his phone ring so he picked it up. "Hello?" He said casually into the phone, licking the remains of blood on his lips. 

"Hey, dude." James said, he was sitting in a chair at his house. He had talked to one of the police officers and they agreed to help him. All he had to do was lure Andrew to the trap.

"Oh, hey." Andrew says. "What's up?" He felt something was off.

"Nothin, would you meet me in the woods?" James responded.

"Why?" Andrew asked, getting tensed up.

"I want to talk." James bit his lower lip.

"Okay." Andrew says, unsure.

"Great!" James beams. "Tonight, eight?"

"Alright, bye." Andrew hung up, pursing his lips. James was up to something, but he didn't know what. He sighed and decided to go see how Blaire was doing.

Blaire was sleeping peacefully when Andrew came in. She was laying on the stone cold floor with the book below her head used as a pillow. Her jacket was on her arms but left her legs bare, making her stay cold.

Andrew walked over to her and bent down, running his fingertips on her jawline. He sighed and bit his lip, throwing the jacket off her and carefully picking her up, bridal style.

"Mmm." Blaire mumbles, her arms wrapping around his neck in response, her nose nuzzling into his neck.

Andrew glanced down at her, and in super speed, they were out of the cellar and in his bedroom. He pulled the covers back and placed Blaire under them. He pulled them up to cover her. His fingers ran through her hair as he bent down closer to her. His lips brushing against hers.

Blaire felt it and lifted her hand to the back of his head, opening her eyes slightly as he pulled back, in alert. She sent him a smile, tugging him back down to her mouth. But he resisted it. He turned his head so her lips met his cheek instead.

She frowned. "I want to kiss you." She whispered. Andrew looked at her. "No, you don't." He hissed, his eyes flashing in rage. He grabbed her wrist and yanked her hand off him.

Blaire whimpered softly, looking at him. Andrew stood straight. The last time he gave her what she wanted, he got hurt. He won't take that risk. Not until she admits that she loves him.

"Go back to sleep, Blaire." He whispered and left the room. Blaire watched him and closed her eyes, falling back asleep.

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Blaire woke up peacefully the next day. She squinted her eyes as she felt the sun beam on her face. She looked the other way quickly, rubbing her face. She sat up and yawned, then that's when she realized where she was.

He let me out. She thought silently, as last night's events came rushing back. She raised her fingertips to her lips, tracing them.

Meanwhile...

Andrew was chained up to a chair. He was weak, his head was bent low and he couldn't keep his eyes open. His arms were covered in dry blood. His shirt was stained with blood and holes from when he was stabbed and shot.

He lifted his head when he heard the door squeak open and he saw a figure walking in. 

"Hello, Andrew." The girl smirked. "B-Blaire?" He whispered.

"Wrong, kitten." She leaned closer. "It's actually Catherina." 

"W-what do you want?" He mumbled.

"Welll." She smirked, walking around him. "I saw James come to the police station so I shape shifted into the officer he thinks he was talking to."

"W-what?" Andrew looked at her.

Catherina giggled, bringing her fingertip to her lower lip. "He was going to take you out to get Blaire. But I got two for one." She giggled again, devilishly.

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Andrew went to go meet James in the woods with his hands in his pockets. He found him sitting on a rock. "So what's up?" James looked up, about to speak but there was something in the bushes. They both turned around. James gasped as he was shot in the stomach, the chest, and the ribs. He fell over. Andrew was shot second, three times in the chest, one in the stomach. He collapsed as well, everything going black. He heard someone say. "This is going to be fun..." 

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Andrew shook out of his memory and looked at Catherina. "Why do you look like Blaire?" Catherine giggled and sat on his lap carefully. "Well. I guess the real Blaire doesn't want you. But. I do." She purred. "I can just be her, and we both get our wishes." She smirks.

Andrew glared at her. "You'll never be her."

Catherina's face turned hard. As well as her eyes. "You're going to pay for that." Her eyes turned pitch black, veins danced down her cheeks and fangs came out. She opened her mouth wide and striked at Andrew's neck.

Andrew screamed.