Page 2 of Their Darkest Desire

“Are you coming or what?” Felix yells, standing near an old door covered in the same scratches as the furniture downstairs. The red paint on it is cracking off, and the door looks so fragile that I think if you slam it hard enough, it’ll just fall off its hinges. A small movement to my left catches my eye, but when I turn, I don’t see anything in particular.No wonder Britt said that this house gives her the creeps.

"Hey, did you see–”

“See what, princess?” I jump at the sudden intrusion that is Felix being all up in my face, looking at me in – is that...? Nooo, it's not! I’m just very, very tired. He doesn’t even know the word ‘concerned’ exists.

“Well, I thought I saw… Wait, did you just call me princess?” I look up at him and see the side of his lip curling up slightly.

“What? Are you seeing things now too? Maybe you need to visit a mental institution. I've always known there's something wrong with you.”

I mentally kick him in the nuts as I pass him by.This man will be the final nail in my coffin.

While I enter the room a chill creeps up my spine. This place truly looks like it could be in one of those horror movies and I can't wait until the week is over so I can go back home.

Felix

I watch the she-devil walk through the room, ass swaying like she just wants me to look at it. Not that I’m complaining about it. She closes her door. Well… tries to. The thing is so old, I'm surprised it’s still hanging there. I walk to the area she was staring at, but whatever she thinks she saw is no longer there. I release a breath I didn't know I was holding – I never liked this place and when I heard Britt invited Evy over I got pissed. I walk back downstairs to where my very annoying sister is now screeching to the lyrics ofWomanby Doja Cat. I wish she was the one needing to go rest instead of that she-devil.

Don’t get me wrong, I hate Evelyn for what she does to me and I definitely don’t want her here, but Britt? I don’t trust a word that comes out of her. Britt always wants her way and when she doesn’t get it, she’ll screw you over whenever she gets the chance. Why or how they even became friends is a mystery to me: Brittany Hayes never does anything without getting something out of it.

At least it brought me Evelyn Cole. The woman is good on the eyes, with her long auburn wavy hair, high cheekbones, and a body sculpted like a Greek statue. Her bright green eyes also bring a certain pull to her appearance – I guess it's what got my attention the first time I saw her and now I’m never letting go.

The woman is a goddess by sight but she also drives me crazy. She needs to learn to be obedient. I’m sure I’ll get her there soon.

“Ooh Feeelix,” Brittany sing-songs. I sigh and turn around to have her big foggy-blue eyes staring up at me. “Where's Aunt Betty? I wanna know what time we start moving the items.” I walk towards the dining table, pick up an apple from the fruit bowl, and take a bite.

“She's out, won't be back for a week or so. I’m going to start moving the stuff at seven AM. Don't. Be. Late!” I say in a stern voice, looking down at her. I know it’s early and I know she hates getting up before ten, but I have certain plans for tonight and I won't let her ruin it by sleeping in. She looks annoyed at me and opens her mouth as if she wants to say something but then thinks better of it.

She turns around to go back to her speakers, turning the volume up. I put the half-bitten apple on the table and go out into the garden towards the burned-out shed.

Chapter 2

Evelyn

Something is staring at me. I try to move, but it feels like my body is glued to the bed. I can't even move my head and all I see is a dark shadow near the door. Is it Felix standing there? No, it looks smaller than him, but I’m not sure because I can’t move my head to see it properly. Whoever it is starts to walk slowly towards my bed with unsteady steps. The way it moves gives me the creeps, like something is wrong with it. What the fuck is this? The room is getting colder and my vision is getting blurry as it comes closer, until I can no longer see it but I can feel it breathing down on me. Its breath stinks like it’s rotten, and then it’s touching my hair, shushing me. Tears start to leak down my face and a frightful feeling starts to completely overtake me.

“Eee–V–ee. Ssshh.” I try to move my body as I desperately attempt to get out of there, but I can’t and my tears are now flowing freely. It brushes its cold calloused fingers over my cheeks and licks a tear off of my face. A loud cry leaves my throat.

“Shhhh, Evy. It’s okay! Evy?” I fly up, throwing my blanket on the floor as someone presses me down tightly. Is it that thing? Who’s holding me? I try to break free from whoever’s grip it is. “Shh it’s okay, you're okay. Calm down.” I look up to find Felix sitting there on the side of my bed.

"F–Felix? Wha– what are you–”

He looks up at me and pets my hair like I’m a child “Don’t worry, princess. You were screaming bloody murder here. You’re lucky I even felt like coming to the rescue. Gods know how long it would've taken your best friend to come, if she cared enough to, of course.”

I quickly scramble out of his reach and ball a fist out of anger. I feel like I’m boiling at this point. Why was he holding me? “And so, what? You decide to come and touch me while I'm all vulnerable and sleeping?” I say loudly, not caring about waking up the house, though if what he said is true, I have woken them up already anyway.

“Relax, princess, if I wanted to do something, I wouldn't do it when you're sleeping. No, when I do it, you will be very much willing and very much awake. In fact, you will be begging me for it.”

I scowl at him as I move to get more space between us. Having his body so close to mine is making me feel all kinds of things that I don't want to feel. I need space –lots of space.

“You must be delusional if you think I’d want to do anything with you, let alone beg you for anything.” I’m really hoping he can’t sense my unease, but the slight grin on his face tells me he knows.

“Your screeching was ruining my sleep,” he blatantly states.

“Oh, sorry, I was having a nightmare.”

His hand brushes the stray hairs from my face and he leans over softly pressing his lips to my forehead. “It’s just a dream princess, go back to bed. Nothing will get past me.” He winks. Getting up, he walks to sort of close the door and sits down on the chair next to it.

A breath I didn’t know I was holding releases as I place my head back on the pillow. What the hell was that dream? I used tohave a lot of nightmares as a child but never like this – it felt so real.

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