Looking over the crowd, Luce's eyes searched for her next meal as she focused on the few appetizing men in her direct sight. After scanning for a few more minutes she eventually decided to find some younger and more tempting souls.
Moving past a few stores in the district she took notice of a bar, targeting people in their twenties, and decided to investigate it. While scanning the bar for a suitable meal, she noticed a small brunette boy stumbling to the exit. He was alone. A perfect target.
The brunette must have just turned twenty-one by the way he was so victium. She felt a heat coming from her chest and knew the boy was to be her next meal. Though usually she ignored the drunks, she could hardly help herself with this one. He was just so damn cute.
His dark hair was spiked and messy as though from waking up at a death metal concert and his pure olive green eyes added to his sexy demeanor. The boys tight black clothes looked old and worn complementing his slender figure in a nice way. Luce couldn’t see how a boy like that could go unnoticed. No way would she ever forget someone that hot.
Luce was about to make her attack when the brunette seemed to notice her and looked up from his drunken supper. He broadened his eyes as Luce approached him, trying to recognize her.
Luce giggled furtively as she beckoning the boy to follow her out of the bar into a side alley. The brunette came after the girl letting her obsidian, convincing eyes lead him away from civilization. The boy stayed silent as Luce lifted her hand to his chin leveling her gaze with his. Luce continued patiently to ask the boy’s name,
“T-T-Tristan A-A Angel”; he stuttered just in time for the girl to press her lips against his.
He moved into the kiss letting the girl dominate him completely. It didn’t take long for the brunette to complete the act and let Luce, who began to take his breath, entrap him in the kiss. She noticed the boy slowing and stopped letting him collapse into her arms.
She had been satisfied by the boy. Luce propped Tristan up against a garbage dump hoping that no one would care that he was there. Luce sighed inwardly allowing Luke to replace her.
Luke was her other self. He was like another person inside her or should she say that the other way around. Luce was a Soul Suceptor, a demon who stole the life forces of others away through kisses, and at the moment she was currently sharing a body with a boy named Luke. He frowned feeling extremely uncomfortable in the mini-skirt and tube top. He began to walk to where he had stored his more masculine clothing, wishing, to get out of the clothes as soon as humanly possible before he could get stopped by the cops for solicitation. He smirked at the thought humanly possible like he was anywhere close to human.
Luke stepped into the store and b-lined straight to the closed changing rooms. He opened the second door from the left and stepped inside. It was an average changing room to the untrained eye but to Luke it was a hiding place. He leaned over a bench and opened the lid. Inside he found his black skinny jeans, black t-shirt, and blue hooded sweatshirt along with some hair gel to put his hair up in its usual death metal fashion. Luce then decided to butt into his life and say, “Luke, what the hell is wrong with your hair? How can you even do that? It’s just not natural.” Luke scowled at her, thinking, “like its natural turning into a demon girl every night.” Luce chkkled letting the bastard know what she thought of his ‘not natural’.
Luke broke the silence in the room and spoke out loud, “Luce, why do you have to talk to me like this? It’s fine now since we’re alone but when I’m at school I can hardly contain you and I don’t what everyone thinking I’m crazy”.
Luce chuckled and answered, “Well it’s because as the princess I am. I should be able to have whatever I want when I want it.” Luke growled at her not appreciating the comment. “You’re no princess! Your a damn demon. You’re just some random disease-like creature stuck in my body”, he shouted unable to control his anger. It’s bad to show your emotions, Luke. You should be more careful in hiding them or others can use your weaknesses against you.
Luke wiped his face of feeling the complete truth of his words. It was bad to show any emotion what so ever. “Thanks’ Luce you really saved me there.” Luke could tell Luce was angry with his remark. She had been hoping to shame Luke, although if she did, she would never know it. Naturally, she was pissed. Luce growled at him and then shut up.
Luke sighed, thanking God that the store had been abandoned after the death of his family. He didn’t know what he would do if anyone ever learned his secret. He then left the store and headed off for home.
Though it was now empty, it was still something of value to him. Luke thought back to the boy. Realizing that he looked familiar Luke nearly fell over when he figured out that the brunette went to his school. He relaxed once he remembered the brunette was a loser hanging out with losers. He was also drunk.
Noticing that he had been holding his breath the blond allowed himself to breath. He unlocked the door and went to his bedroom, giving himself time to think about his day.
Luke couldn’t help but hate Luce though he relied on her as she had been with him most of his life and he needed her support. No matter how crude or blunt she was, Luke believed that in some way they were friends. He then relaxed himself onto the bed and closed his eyes allowing his body to do its work as he drifted off to sleep.
-TxL-
“Shit!” Tristan thought taking in his surroundings as he tried to stand up.
He staggered a bit before he was able to pull himself off the ground. He groaned and put his hands to his temple, trying to keep away the headache from his getting from his most apparent hangover. Pyro started laughing as the brunette finally understood his predicament.
Pyro was his other. His second self. His best friend and enemy. The demon he carried within himself at all times.
He had been in a back alleyway, unconscious, and his body ached all over. He had either gotten into a fight or mugged. Tristan groaned. “Trust, stop being an idiot. You know I wouldn’t have let that happen to you… at least not without my consent first.”
At this comment Tristan growled, sending Pyro into fits of laughter. “So if I wasn’t mugged, what happened? I must have blacked out after the party but you’re always lucid so tell me.”Pyro was obviously enjoying tormenting the brunette and didn’t want to stop. “Pyro you bitch are you trying to be sadistic right now.”
Pyro smirked inwardly at the boy. Yes, I was so sure by now you understood by now that I was actually starting to consider you a masochist. Tristan wished that he could bring the demon out of his body and beat her to a pulp, but knowing this would never happen ,he settled on ignoring the fox instead. “Idiot” ,she concluded then shut up.
Tristan let out a breath and sat back down on the ground. Why did she have to be such a bitch all the time? Tristan put his head between his knees and rocked, hoping to ease the pain. About ten minutes later, he realized he had school the next day and needed to get back to the dorm before they found out he was gone. Tristan got up and stilled for a second letting his body become accustomed to his new actions before walking slowly out of the alley to find that he wasn’t very far from the bar he had been at last night.
The boy grinned at the memory. He, Seen, and Turquoise had finally gotten fake IDs so that they could do such a thing and he was pretty sure they were all as wasted as he had been last night. Though they were probably in their own beds.
Tristan continued walking until he found a bus he could take to the dorms and hopped on. As soon as Tristan got to the dorms he ran straight up to his room to find a new change of clothes and an Advil. As he opened the door to his room, Seen nearly tackled him as he pulled the idiot into a hug.
Tristan was so shocked by his friend’s behavior he must have looked like a fish with his mouth open so wide and his eyes almost exploding out of his face. Seen, of course, like the jackass he is, burst into laughter.
“Sorry Tristan but that face was priceless. I mean where were you? I was looking for you all last night you idiot, you might have been dead.” Seen just sighed and went into the kitchen to grab the brunette some pills while Tristan tried to explain himself, “…and then I woke up in an alley with a really bad hangover”.
The idiot finished as Seen walked back in the room with some water and Advil. Tristan put the pill in his mouth then swallowed it after filling his mouth with water. Seen stared at him, “What?”, Tristan asked, “Is it that hard to take a pill?”
Seen frowned at the boy, “Trust, you just told me you woke up in an alley and you don’t expect me to be confused?” He thought about it and then realized that Pyro had never actually told him what happened. Tristan started to glare, hoping the demon would understand he was pissed at her.
Instead, Seen backed away slowly thinking Tristan was mad at him. “Sorry Seen, I just feel kind of upset I don’t really remember what happened to me... Sorry“. Seen sighed accepting Tristan’s apology and then went off to his room to think.
A few minutes later, Tristan could hardly contain himself as the pill started to take effect, and he finally felt the relief he needed from the hangover. Afterwards, feeling hungry he went to the kitchen to find some food. Finding some left over lasagna he grabbed a bowl and took it to his room to eat.
He laid down in his bed putting the bowl on the bedside table and pondered over the events of that day. He could barely remember anything so he looked up to clear his mind. On the ceiling was a painting of his dead mother and father he had done during his second year of high school. The thought made him shiver, Arrow, his godfather, had taught him how to paint when he was very young. Although the thought made Tristan happy to remember the good times, he would never forgive his godfather for what he had done to him.
Tristan yawned and turned over, forgetting the bowl of hot cheese and spices to his right. His thoughts drifted off to a better place, a place of warmth and compassion. A place that only existed in his dreams.
-TxL-
Luke woke up feeling completely refreshed. Although he hated the way Luce gained the energy. He couldn’t help the way it made him feel more alive. He stretched out his arms and then got up from his bed, hearing the small creak it gave from the sudden change in weight.
He could tell he wouldn’t need to eat for a couple of days and he felt unnatural, inhuman, like a being that shouldn’t be alive and the feeling of being truly human is something that he could never reach, no matter how bad the desire. The only time I’ve felt like this was when Luce decided she needed to kill someone to keep herself alive and she took their entire life force. He had barely even skimmed the surface of the boy and he was already like this.
He continued to think as he got dressed for school and headed for the bus. Inside the bus he felt claustrophobic from the sudden closeness of all the people around him. It wasn’t that he was it was just that Luke didn’t like people or at least the ones he didn’t know. He tried to ignore the bodies pressing against him and began to feel sick.
Luke attempted to think of his happy place. A place where his family was alive and loved him but he knew it would never be true. His family was dead. His father believed him a disappointment, his brother was an arrogant prick, and his mother had no feelings of love for either of her children. He sighed letting the thoughts go and began to think about Luce. She was the only one he had left. Even though she never showed it he knew she thought of them as brother and sister. He couldn't help but hated his brother he couldn’t help but feel love for him at the same time while remembering all the years he had looked up to his brother, guiding him to reach all of his ambitions.
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