Page 32 of Possess Us
Splat. Splat. Splat.
The sound of my blood hitting the floor brings bile to my throat. I’m fucked now. I can’t run from anyone or anything.
But I never could before. So fuck it.
I grab Nate’s collar, slam my feet down and stand. His eyes are wide, and he swears as I pull him in, slamming his lips onto mine with such force our teeth clash.
I scream in pain and grip onto him so I don’t fall.
He tries to push me off, horrified and disgusted that I have forced him to kiss me. His hands grip my shoulders tightly in preparation for delivering a hard shove.
But as I scream, it’s not my voice that comes out, but a force so fucking powerful I think my body is going to explode before I can release it.
It’s the same expulsion as before, as the lust demon left me and filled up Tyler. But this time it hurts. It’s like razor blades forcing their way up my throat and out of my mouth, shredding everything they pass.
And when I taste blood, I think that’s precisely what has happened.
More blood spews out, seeping between our lips and into his mouth. Black veins spread over the whites of his eyes, slamming into his dark pupils and drenching them in obsidian.
His hands grip my shoulders tighter. His fingernails dig in and claw at me, freeing more blood from my body.
I only cling to him tighter. I can’t fall. I can’t separate from this twisted kiss, even if I wanted to.
My body shakes and convulses for only a few seconds, but it feels like an eternity.
The fear in Tyler’s eyes is slowly darkened by the invading evilness I have released. His life taken.
His soul sent away.
Then… the darkness settles. Every muscle in his face becomes slack. His arms fall to his side.
He’s empty. A beautiful shell ready and waiting to be corrupted by an evil greater than himself.
I feel it. See it. Fuck, I think I can smell it.
Death. Nate’s a standing corpse. His lips still tethered to mine, cold suddenly, and breathless.
My legs buckle, the pain is too much. The blood pooling beneath my feet is too deep and slick.
Our lips part. And I fall.
The ground gets closer, and when I hit it, I know I’ll never get back up.
But before my knees meet the stone floor and crack into pieces, two hands grip my waist, catching me.
I look up to see Nate looking down at me.
No. Not Nate.
His body. His face. Not his eyes, though. Not his soul.
His hazel eyes are now a deep red. As red as blood freshly spilt. As the blood around my gashed feet. There’s not a shred of humanity inside them. Not a drop.
He lifts me as though I weigh nothing, holding me before him so my feet dangle an inch from the ground.
Splat. Splat. Splat.
He blinks slowly, not looking away from me.
