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Innocent Devil's Harem (Book 1)
Genre: Adult, Men's Fiction, Paranormal Fantasy
Tags: Supernatural, Harem, Male Lead, Shifter, MILF, Lesbian, Succubus, Mystery
Kai has a big secret he has kept all his life, even from his
older housemate, Serenity, who he began living with, shortly after their parents
all died in a car accident. However, when he finds out that Serenity’s best
friend has been kidnapped by a serial killer, just how far will he go to save
And how will he handle his secret finally getting out, that
he’s much more than what he seems?
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Innocent Devil's Harem 1 by Kaizer Wolf
- Published: April 18, 2021
- Words: 114,030
- ISBN: 978-1005935986
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I got home from school,
parking my silver used car in its usual spot, and went inside to begin making
dinner for myself and my…
Well, essentially, my housemate.
The girl I lived with was
five years older than me, and had practically been a part of my life since I
was two-years-old, our families having always been super close.
However, due to an extremely
unfortunate car accident, involving all of our parents, the two of us had been
living together by ourselves for five years now.
Serenity had been eighteen
at the time when it happened, still in her Senior year of high school, causing
me to be sent to a foster home for almost a month while she attempted to gain
custody of her almost thirteen-year-old childhood friend.
Unfortunately, they didn’t
exactly allow regular custody, but I was allowed to live with her, since
she was automatically designated as the conservator to the trust fund I’d been
left, with a court-assigned guardian checking in on us once a month until I
Honestly, in hindsight, I
was surprised it had only taken a month for her to bring me home, since I
wasn’t at all related to her in any way, and there wasn’t even paperwork on
file of my adoption with my adoptive parents, only a Delayed Birth Certificate
with fabricated dates…
Yeah, I was adopted to begin
with, with my adoptive mom and dad having set up a trust fund that specified Serenity’s
parents were to be my godparents, and be the point-of-contact for the fund.
Meaning, they were to be the
conservator, or guardian for my property and assets.
Or rather, I supposed ‘god-family’
was more accurate, since it was specified that anyone legally an adult could
take care of my assets. Which meant Serenity legally became the conservator and
point-of-contact for a fund that contained a two-and-a-half million life
insurance policy, all of which was money meant to help take care of me in the
event of their untimely death.
And oddly enough, her
parents had done the exact same thing, leaving her with three million in life
insurance money, though she didn’t need a legal representative due to her age.
I was sure none of them ever
anticipated dying at the same time, considering my adoptive parents were
likewise supposed to be her godparents, but the unthinkable truly happened.
Unfortunately, the missing
adoption paperwork did cause a bit of a problem, but ultimately the trust funds
were what helped the most, in her saving me from the foster home.
Eventually the court decided
that a clerical error must have been made somewhere along the line, and assigned
a legal guardian for regular visits while also allowing Serenity’s legal right
to be the conservator of my trust fund to proceed, with the judge seeing no
reason to put a kid who’d just lost his parents through hell, over a few
Never mind the stress it put
on Serenity, who was also going through hell after losing her own mom and dad.
But now we lived together, my
court-assigned guardian having no problem allowing Serenity to take care of my
living arrangements, with court approval of course. Although, I wasn’t sure how
me turning eighteen a couple weeks ago affected the status of her being in
control of the trust fund, not that she ever really used money from my fund
anyway. She’d always used her own money, which meant the actual value in my
account had grown beyond the two and a half million, due to investment income.
Still, I had no idea if
emancipation was automatic or if I had to file for it. I at least knew that I
was already emancipated from the court’s oversight, since I wouldn’t be
receiving any more visits from my legal guardian, but wasn’t entirely sure how
the trust fund part worked.
Not that it really mattered,
since I still had to finish my last year of high school either way, and would
probably still continue living at home while I worked on some college credits.
But at the very least, we
wouldn’t have to worry about those random visits from the court-assigned
guardian, although I had to admit it was only a minor inconvenience, since the
older woman knew that Serenity had things covered at home and was responsible
for our finances anyway.
The only problem was, the
lady liked to talk, and would often occupy several hours of our time, once a
month, as she talked Serenity’s ear off while I pretended like I was doing
Initially, after everything
was resolved and the courts allowed Serenity to be responsible for my living
arrangements, we tried living in her parent’s old house for a while, but it was
too painful for us, both of us having a ton of memories tied to that location.
And of course, she wouldn’t move me into my old home for the same reason.
Thus, within the first six
months, we’d moved into a much smaller house, hidden away in the trees on the
edge of the city, with her having purchased it with a portion of her insurance
Honestly, seeing the pain in
her eyes, I couldn’t help wishing that at least hers had survived the ordeal.
Because, even though Serenity’s parents weren’t mine biologically, I still grew
up around them, and it still felt like I was losing loved ones either way.
Of course, a selfish part of
me wished mine were alive too, but if I had to choose, I would have chosen to
take the sadness away from her, instead of me.
It was agonizing to lose all
of them, especially at the same time. Horrible for our world to be normal one
day, and turned upside-down the next, with all our parents gone in the blink of
For the first year, Serenity
trembled whenever she got in a car.
She tried to hide it, but I
It was a reminder for both
of us, and yet we couldn’t exactly go without transportation.
And even though I was
adopted, and theoretically had other parents out there, I had no idea who my
real mom and dad were, so finding them wasn’t really an option.
The official story was that
my mom found me on the doorstep, as crazy as that sounded, but honestly not
even Serenity knew for sure where I actually came from.
Not that my biological
parents would have been a replacement for the people who raised us. Certainly,
not for Serenity, considering it was her real mom and dad who died.
But as far as where I came
from, my older friend just remembered me showing up one night when she was
about to turn seven.
Her childish mind had
thought God answered her prayer for a playmate as a birthday present, often
wishing either her parents, or mine, would have a baby.
And to this day she
occasionally teased me about being ‘her gift from God.’
But I doubted it was God, or
a god, that had been the one to answer her prayer, given what I knew about
myself. Granted, I would never dare tell Serenity why. She was the only person
I truly loved, and I could never betray her by revealing that I’d discovered at
a young age that I wasn’t like her…
That I wasn’t human.
Our new house, which we’d
lived in for over four years now, had a large spacious kitchen that also served
as a dining room. Despite the fact that it was only the two of us, we’d kept a
lot of the furniture from her old house, unable to part with everything. Thus,
the dining room table could seat six people comfortably – two on each side and
one person at each end, with plenty of room in between. Really, the table was
large enough that eight people could probably be squished together if an extra
chair was added to each side.
However, as it was, only two
chairs were used with any frequency, even if we had six at the table.
Sighing, I glanced at the
clock, and then sat down at the table, leaving the hot ‘cheddar, potato, and
bacon soup’ I’d made on low heat on the stove to prevent it from getting
On a good day, Serenity
would arrive home a little after 5 PM from her job as a police detective.
However, as it neared 5:45
PM, I began to suspect this might not be a good day. She had been working on a
case recently that was causing her a lot of stress, but she hadn’t brought home
any of the files yet, so I didn’t know what it was about.
Yes, I sometimes snooped
through her casework files. I snooped through a lot of her things, if I was
being honest, though I’d never share that with her. She’d probably be mortified
if she knew I’d been through her underwear on numerous occasions.
Sometimes, although very
rarely, if the work situation was bad enough, I would intervene myself to stop
the criminals. However, I also knew that it might raise suspicion if someone
made the connection that all the incidents when I’d helped happened to be her
cases. Thus, to avoid that outcome, I only got involved in the situations that
were exceptionally upsetting for my unconventional roommate, usually involving
abuse against women.
And by abuse, I meant serial
killer cases where the victims wouldn’t survive without intervention.
Serenity didn’t technically
have to work, since we had enough money to last us for an extremely long time,
possibly all our lives, but she’d initially wanted to make sure no one doubted
she was responsible enough to raise me.
Still, I didn’t know why
she’d chosen to pursue a career as a detective.
Prior to getting the
position, she’d held another job almost full-time while attending the police
academy, and yet soon found herself with some of the best scores in the state.
I’d asked her ‘why’ once, but she only gave the allusive answer that she
enjoyed solving mysteries – allusive, because I didn’t feel like her answer
explained her intense drive.
Or maybe her intense drive
was just to prove she could take care of me.
Glancing at the clock again,
I got up to grab my backpack, deciding to get to work on my homework while I
waited for her to get home.
It was near the end of the
spring semester, toward the end of April, my graduation only about a month
away, so it was already warm outside on most days. I really enjoyed the warmer
weather, mainly because I liked it when there were leaves on the trees. But I
was also glad school was almost over in general, eager to get that part of my
life behind me.
I was an adult now and
wanted to feel like an adult, instead of a kid or dependent.
Honestly, I didn’t mind
school itself, so much as I was tired of dealing with my shallow human peers.
As I’d gotten older, my body became lean and muscular, sparking a lot of
interest among my female classmates, as well as attempts made by the guys to
win my friendship. However, my memory was a lot better than theirs, and I
wasn’t one to forgive easily.
I could still remember all
the jokes and teasing they’d done just after everything happened, coming from
both the boys and girls. It hadn’t taken long for the whole school to find out
I’d lost my parents, and I quickly discovered just how hateful middle school
kids could be, with them beginning to harass me about living alone with my
‘hot’ older friend, who was barely out of high school at that point.
Not just suggestive comments,
but true harassment.
True hate, making it
seem like it was really a big deal, and I was a huge pervert.
Apparently, one of the kids
had overheard a couple of teachers discussing the whole thing about her
becoming responsible for my living arrangements at such a young age, and even overheard
about the trust fund, and I didn’t hear the end of it after that for a solid
Funny how kids that age could
always turn something into harassment, because if that happened now, I wouldn’t
be nearly as bothered by it.
But honestly, in hindsight,
it was only about three months of torment. Still, it felt like an eternity to
my crushed thirteen-year-old self. At the very least, it slowly taught me to
not let words bother me – otherwise, I might not have survived the regular
onslaught of bullying.
Nevertheless, I still hated
them all. Or maybe ‘hate’ wasn’t the right word. It was more like I couldn’t
consider trusting them again, even though I’d never had much trust to begin
When I finally heard Serenity’s
car pull up, I glanced at the clock to see that it was almost 6:45 PM,
indicating that it might have just been a really busy day. However, my powerful
senses told me differently.
Even over the noise of the
car engine, with its familiar clanking sound from a loose bolt, I could hear
her fast heartbeat. And even despite the smell of bacon, I could smell her
salty tears, as well as the scent humans gave off when they were grieved –
something that shouldn’t even be possible for a wild animal.
The only predators who had a
comparable sense of smell were the shark, which could detect a drop of blood
from about a quarter of a mile away, as well as the bear, which could smell a
food source almost twenty miles away. However, my supernatural nose could home
in on a scent from much further if I concentrated hard enough.
When Serenity didn’t come
inside after turning off the engine, I realized she must not want me to see her
crying. Granted, it’s not like she would be able to hide the fact that she had been crying. I knew her face would
be red and puffy, especially around her deep brown eyes, even if she managed to
get ahold of herself anytime soon.
Sighing again, I got up to
go bring her inside.
The kitchen was connected to
the rest of the house by the foyer area, where the door, stairs, and hallway to
the living room all met. The wide entrance to the living room was only about
halfway down the hall – someone coming down the stairs could easily see into it
– but the hallway continued on to the laundry room and backdoor.
Underneath the stairs was a
small bathroom with only a toilet and sink. Upstairs, above the kitchen, was
Serenity’s room, along with a spacious closet, whereas on the other side of the
house was my room and the bathroom we both shared. It was only a two-bedroom
house, but all the rooms were extremely spacious, providing more than enough
living space for just the two of us.
Opening the front door, I
saw Serenity resting her head against the steering wheel, her dark brown hair
disheveled, trying to control her breathing like she was on the verge of having
a panic attack. Her blue car was parked at the edge of the long gravel
driveway, in its usual spot next to my silver one.
Tall trees lined each side
of the drive, including all around the house, giving us a sense of privacy
since we were about a tenth of a mile off the road. Even though we lived on
three acres of land, I only had to mow roughly half an acre in total, including
the two strips of grass along the driveway.
Not wanting to startle her,
I tried to be noisy as I walked over and then gently tapped on the window,
rather than just opening it. However, despite her not looking up at me, I knew
she’d heard me. Keeping her forehead on the steering wheel, she moved her hand
to unlock the door, only to open it up herself. The moment I was able to, I
knelt down and reached out to pull her into a hug.
accepted the offered gesture, returning my embrace as she began to sob.
“Can you tell me about it?”
I whispered after about a minute of her crying on my shoulder.
She immediately shook her
head no, before answering. “Not officially…” She then told me anyway. “It’s a
s-serial killer case, Kai. And it looks like h-he targets only women.” She
sighed heavily, trying to speak clearly despite her sobbing. “And what he
d-does to them is…horrible.”
“How many?” I wondered,
already considering intervening, since this predator had made her so upset.
This was by far the worst I’d seen her.
She tried sucking in a deep
breath. “T-Technically, he’s only killed two so far. But a new girl was just
kidnapped…” Her voice trailed off as a whine escaped her throat, a sob then
erupting from her chest as she began falling apart again. Her face was twisted
in anguish. “And if w-we don’t find her soon…”
“What’s the timeline?” I
asked, speaking in a way I knew would help her mind shift into detective-mode.
It worked – not perfectly,
but it worked.
Serenity took a shaky breath
and began speaking more clearly, as if a switch had flipped in her brain. “If
his two victims are indication of a pattern, then she’ll be dead by midnight.
He leaves a spray paint symbol, along with a token from his previous victim –
that’s how we know who kidnapped her. Previous evidence suggests that the first
two were tortured in the most inhumane ways possible, before he killed them
while sexually assaulting them in the woods.”
“The woods?” I repeated in
surprise, feeling that was odd if it was really the pattern.
“Yes…” She pulled away to
look at me then, her deep brown eyes hesitant, knowing she shouldn’t be sharing
information about this, but deciding to do it anyway. “We think he enjoys the
chase. He wants them to run, probably so they have a sense of hope – that they
might find freedom after being tormented.” She paused. “Only for him to catch
them and finish it off horribly.” A pained expression crossed her face again as
she barely managed to maintain her composure.
Suddenly, I realized I’d
missed a fundamental question – something to explain why she was upset to this extreme. Because her reaction was
far beyond what I’d ever seen before.
“Serenity…do you know her?
The girl he took?”
Her composure broke, and she
lost it again.
I waited patiently for her
to gather herself, not wanting to seem too pushy. After all, I could never let my
‘technically a cop’ older friend find out I might get involved in this
situation. She could never know my secret.
While I waited, my mind
began going through the people she knew, wondering who it might be. Honestly,
my housemate didn’t have very many friends – the only close friend she had was
a girl named Gabriella who she met only a few months ago. Serenity also had a
few coworkers who she was friendly with, including Jessica and Abby, but
otherwise the list was pretty short.
Granted, it could also just
be a random acquaintance from high school or the police academy. Simply knowing
the person could make a case feel a lot more personal. All it would take was
just seeing a familiar face, coupled with knowing what might happen to the girl
if they didn’t catch the guy in time.
After a few minutes of
holding onto her, I was about to prompt her again, but then she finally
responded to my question on her own.
“Kai,” she said in a
strained voice. “It’s my friend. It’s Gabriella.” She sobbed again, her words
coming out in a whine. “And they removed me from the case when they realized my
Suddenly, I found myself
holding my breath. Because it wasn’t just someone she knew more
casually. It was the worst person it could possibly be. And not just for her.
For me, too.
Gabriella was twenty, only
three years younger than Serenity, and when they’d both noticed they frequented
the same coffee shop regularly, they struck up a conversation over a book that
quickly turned into a friendship. It also helped that Serenity occasionally had
lunch at the Chinese restaurant next to the nail salon where Gabriella worked,
giving them an easy way to hang out almost daily.
Even when my older housemate
wasn’t in the mood for Chinese, she went anyway to socialize, and before long
they were having lunch together every day at one of the many restaurants in the
From what I understood about
Gabriella, she was extremely kind, although somewhat shy. She didn’t have many
friends of her own, largely because she wasn’t interested in the stuff most of
her peers liked to do, like partying. Instead, Gabriella loved to read, with
the book she’d been carrying being what prompted Serenity to talk to her.
I’d only met her once
briefly when she visited our house a handful of weeks ago, but I quickly
excused myself after being around her for only a handful of seconds, because
I’d never reacted to anyone like I was reacting to her. And it threatened to
expose my secret.
Gabriella had red hair,
green eyes, and was exceptionally attractive. However, unlike other redheads
I’d known, her hair was so red that it almost looked dyed, and she kept it
fairly short at just a couple of inches above her shoulders. She was about four
inches shorter than me, two inches shorter than Serenity, and had a massive
rack large enough to make any guy’s head turn and most girls jealous.
But the biggest attraction
was actually her scent. Everything about her aroused me, but her natural smell
was nearly overwhelming. I had no idea what caused it, wondering if the fact
she was vegetarian, which I’d learned by eavesdropping, was the reason.
Technically, it wasn’t
dangerous for me to be fully aroused, and it was actually something I allowed
to happen on a regular basis when I was alone in my room…sometimes in Serenity’s
room, when she wasn’t home.
But the problem was I
couldn’t avoid revealing the fact that I wasn’t human.
I’d learned at a very young
age that strong emotions and desires caused my body to begin uncontrollably
transforming into my more devilish form, my hair turning white, my skin turning
dark gray, my irises transitioning to a glowing gold while my sclera turned
pitch-black. At the very least, if I hadn’t run upstairs when I did, then I
doubted Gabriella would have ever returned, never mind Serenity’s reaction.
I was sincerely afraid of my
older housemate’s rejection, in particular. She was the only support I had, and
honestly my only friend, since I felt like I could sincerely consider her a
true friend at this point, even despite the five-year age difference.
So I couldn’t afford to lose
her. I couldn’t take that risk.
However, the attraction I
felt toward Gabriella was so strong that just thinking about her was making me
aroused now. And pissed, when combined with the knowledge that she was
probably being tortured at that very moment. Between the two emotions, I could
feel my body threatening to turn gray underneath my clothing, my chest
definitely darker now, as well as the back of my neck and the skin along my
I took a deep breath in an
effort to clear my mind, knowing there was nothing I could do right away,
without Serenity suspecting something was wrong.
Yet, I didn’t want Gabriella
to suffer either. While I’d never been tortured myself, I knew that even
minutes of something unpleasant could feel like hours, depending on the
severity of the situation.
Taking another deep breath,
I sighed heavily and spoke up again, using my affectionate pet-name for her.
“Let’s go inside, Ren.”
She nodded in agreement, her
hands and legs trembling as she grabbed her purse and attempted to stand up. I
offered my support, since it was obvious she was struggling on her own, helping
her walk up to the house.
The front porch was only
about five feet wide and two feet deep, from door to stairs, the overhanging
roof just big enough to allow someone to be comfortably out of the rain if they
were waiting outside. The window on the right side of the door peeked into the
kitchen, whereas the left one looked into the living room.
Granted, the front windows
had sheer white curtains hanging over them, preventing anyone from seeing
inside during the day, and allowing them to only see shadows at night. The only
other way to see into the house from the front was through the door, which had
a decorative half-circle window near the top.
Although, it would take a
taller person, standing on their tiptoes, to actually see into the house.
I carefully escorted Serenity
inside, keeping my thoughts controlled, and helped her sit down at the kitchen
table. Realizing from the scent that the soup was beginning to burn slightly, I
went ahead and turned off the stove entirely, glancing at the clock as I did
It was just after 7 PM,
which meant it would be dark soon, given the time of the year.
In a way, I was almost glad
the victim was Gabriella…
Or rather, I was thankful
I’d been given the opportunity to meet her at least once. It could be difficult
for me to help in a situation when I didn’t have much to go on, but coming into
close proximity to her allowed me to nail down the most important thing that would
help me find her.
Just thinking about it was
enough to almost expose me again. I could feel the base of my hairs rise
slightly, being well familiar with the sensation, knowing my hair would begin
rapidly turning white if I wasn’t careful with my thoughts.
“Do you feel like eating?” I
asked gently, trying to distract myself.
I began preparing a bowl
even if she said no, since I hadn’t eaten yet myself. When she mumbled that she
wasn’t hungry, I added a few extra scoops, considering I ate a ton more than
her. I then sat down at the table and began working on my dinner while Serenity
stared into space.
I suspected she was
beginning to feel numb as it settled in that there wasn’t any hope for her
friend – her best friend. It was actually kind of amazing how close two
people could become in such a short amount of time, but they really hit it off.
If it wasn’t for the fact that they looked so different, someone might even
think they were sisters by how comfortable they were with each other. As it was,
most people would probably be shocked to discover they weren’t childhood
friends or something similar.
bolted from her seat, almost knocking over her chair. “I’m going to try to find
her,” she announced, not waiting for a reply. “I know I probably won’t be able
to, but I have to try. I can’t just sit here and do nothing.”
I nodded to indicate I
understood, not about to suggest she do anything different. This case wasn’t at
all like the others. Plus, this was good for me too. It meant I could go
searching for her sooner without having to worry about Serenity wondering where
I’d disappeared to.
“Okay,” I said in agreement.
“Just be careful…” My voice trailed off. I hoped she wouldn’t be upset that I
wasn’t offering to go. On the one hand, I was still in high school, but on the
other hand, I was legally an adult now, so it wasn’t like she’d be bringing a
Serenity seemed surprised by
my response though, looking like she didn’t expect me to agree so easily. She
then dashed around the edge of the table and nearly tackled me in my chair with
a hug. “I will, I promise. I’ll have my gun and mace. I love you.”
“I love you too,” I
whispered simply, holding her thin athletic form in my arms, knowing there was
a small part of me that meant that more deeply than I probably should.
She gave me a quick kiss on
the temple, and then grabbed her things to head out the door.
I ate more quickly when I
heard her car engine start and the tires began kicking up gravel in her rush to
get on the road.
“Now,” I said to myself,
taking my last bite and standing up. “Time to hunt.”
Heading to the backdoor, I
allowed myself to fully transform as I stepped outside, my softly glowing
yellow irises allowing me to see as clearly in the twilight as if it was the
middle of the day. I then took off my shirt in preparation for what would soon
come from my rapidly restructuring back muscles.
A second later, and a pair
of lightweight bat-like wings, spanning a good twenty feet if I stretched them
out to the sides, burst from my upper back and I instantly leapt into the air
to take flight. I had no idea where to even begin looking, beyond the forest,
so I just focused on my senses of smell and hearing while flying as fast as I
could around the edge of the city where there were still a lot of trees. I was
glad my ability to home in on a scent was so powerful, because within a matter
of minutes I’d captured Gabriella’s aroma, even despite the plethora of other
odors vying for my attention.
She was at least ten miles away,
and I could smell that the chase was already on. Her sweet scent was stronger
than usual from her sweating, ironically making it easier for me to pick up on
it, and it was also tainted with terror.
Just like other emotions,
fear had a distinct scent.
“I’m coming for you,” I
whispered, quickly changing my trajectory in the air.
While flying was much faster than running, it
still took me a few minutes to find the general location of her whereabouts.
However, once I was close enough, I could hear her too. She was running as fast
as she could, although oddly, as if she didn’t have arms.
I doubted she was sincerely
lacking them though, because I didn’t smell any blood. But her breathing was
panicked, and I knew her mind was probably escalated beyond words as she
literally ran for her life. There was someone chasing her too, running smoothly
like they were holding themselves back. I suspected the predator had great
endurance, significantly more than his prey.
Quickly dropping into the
trees below, I slammed into the ground, dropping onto one knee from the impact
before rising again to continue the chase on foot. However, I didn’t have to go
far before I was already almost on her location.
Just as she was about to
come into sight, I heard her trip and fall hard on her front, coughing and
gasping from having the wind knocked out of her. She then abruptly screamed as
her assailant caught up to her, crouching down and flipping her over while
laughing, like he was having the time of his life.
Enraged, I silently burst
through the foliage just in time to see that the serial killer had the tip of a
knife just beginning to draw blood on her partially exposed breast. I realized
the reason why she couldn’t defend herself was because she had her arms bound
behind her back with a series of leather straps, like some kind of weird
However, between the
panicked look in her eyes, the terror as she screamed, the vulnerability of her
body – I caught a glimpse of why this bastard was aroused by torturing his
victims. It was everything that excited a predator, and I felt ashamed that her
vulnerability even excited me a little…minus the panic and terror.
It was time to end this. Now.
Rapidly, in one swift
motion, I closed the distance between me and my prey, grabbing him by the
throat and yanking him off his feet into the air. In his shock, he reflexively
tried to stab me with his blade, but I instead snagged the back of his hand
like lightning and shoved the knife straight into his heart with my inhuman
He didn’t even have time to
scream before the life was rapidly fading from his panicked eyes, not that he
would have been able to make much noise anyway with my grip around his neck. A
few seconds later, and I tossed him to the side, his body strewn awkwardly on
I then focused on the
vulnerable girl lying before me, her short red hair strewn against the dirt in
chaotic strands. My attack happened fast enough that I watched as her emerald
eyes visibly registered that the monster who had been torturing her had
unexpectedly been replaced with another. However, instead of screaming, she
began crying in devastation.
I could smell it.
I could smell the brief hope
she experienced leave her body as she accepted that she was going to die one
way or another. She closed her eyes and turned her head away, her beautiful
face twisted in grief as she sobbed.
Moved by her tears, I slowly
knelt down, positioning myself so that my legs were straddling her thighs,
though I wasn’t actually touching her. I then reached out with a clawed hand,
my black fingernails dangerously sharp, and gently touched the top of her torn
She flinched from the
contact, sensing my fingers. “Please,” she whimpered. “Please don’t.”
Realizing what she must
think my intentions were, I gently grabbed her shirt at the chest and pulled it
up to prevent her from being exposed any more than she already was. Her bra was
missing, likely removed by the perp, but her torn shirt still mostly covered
her up. The next biggest exposure was around her waist. She had white jeans on,
but they were unbuttoned, revealing her pale pink underwear, held up only by
their tightness around her butt and thighs.
The visible skin I could see
on her arms and torso was already heavily bruised in most spots, except for her
face surprisingly, yet I still didn’t smell any blood on her other than the
small cut on her chest.
Deciding to respond, I spoke
“I’m not going to hurt you,”
However, despite my words,
she began crying even harder, and I could smell that there was just a hint of
hope lingering around her again – just a hint, since she knew I might be lying.
To emphasize my point, I
concentrated hard in order to force my black fingernails to return to a normal
shape. I then slowly reached down and buttoned her pants back up, carefully
pulling the zipper to the top. I could smell the hope strengthen, although her
fierce sobbing didn’t let up.
I then carefully moved to
her side, sitting beside her and cautiously placing my hand beneath her neck,
gently pulling her up into a sitting position. Gabriella was still a complete
mess emotionally, unable to see through her tear-filled eyes, so I lifted her
into my lap and rested her head against my bare chest while I began working on
freeing her arms from their bonds.
As the last strap fell to
the ground, she slowly pulled her arms in front of herself and let them lay
limp in her lap.
I wasn’t sure why I was
staying at this point. I really couldn’t afford for her to find out who I was,
but something about her vulnerability did more than just entice me.
I was beginning to feel an
emotion I had only previously felt for Serenity, although it was obviously a
little different since there wasn’t a complicated set of emotions hidden behind
it. But as I held her, I slowly began to realize that I wasn’t going to be able
to leave her side unless she asked me to.
Because I wanted to
feel that emotion, without the extra shameful stuff associated with feeling it
for the wrong person.
Technically, there was no
reason why I couldn’t love Serenity, but with her being so much older than me,
and with all the teasing I endured in middle school, it felt like I shouldn’t
even think that way.
But then again, with our
families being so close, under different circumstances it was possible we might
have become more than friends one day anyway…
‘No,’ I silently chastised myself. ‘She can’t know my secret. No one can.’
Without warning, I slipped
my hand underneath the girl’s knees and abruptly stood, causing her to gasp.
Her entire body was trembling as I began moving, but I ignored it, instead
focusing on walking back the way she and her attacker had come. I could smell
gasoline in the air, and after walking almost half a mile I found a white
box-van parked at the edge of an abandoned street.
Identifying a more feminine
smell amongst the others, my nose picked out the scent of lip gloss in the van –
I suspected it might mean her purse was there too. With my wing, which was very
much like a large bony hand with webbed fingers, I reached out and opened the
side door, before reaching inside and hooking the purse’s strap with the tip of
my wing’s finger.
I then held it open with
both wings in front of us, carefully sticking my hand inside while continuing
to support her legs in the crook of my arm. She was still trembling, her eyes
closed with her arms wrapped tightly around herself now.
Finding her phone, which had
been turned off, I powered it on and waited for it to load. The sudden bright
screen caused my pupils to shift their shape slightly, and I noticed from the
corner of my eye that the light prompted her to open hers as well, to see what
I was doing.
I quickly dialed the number
to call the police the moment I could. However, I then hesitated just as I was
about to start the call, deciding to speak to Gabriella for the second time. I
glanced at her as I began, seeing that she had been eyeing me, before abruptly
looking away when I made eye contact.
“Just to get our story
straight. Obviously, someone rescued you, killing your would-be murderer, but
you didn’t see who it was…” I paused. “Or what
it was. Understood?”
She nodded quickly, still
Satisfied, I gestured with
my hand. “Take the phone,” I instructed.
She slowly complied, and
then upon seeing the number on the screen, she hit the appropriate button and
held it up to her ear, still averting her gaze. The call barely rang once.
“What’s your emergency?” a
female voice asked abruptly.
Gabriella hesitated as she
tried to speak clearly. “Umm…I need help. I’m…I was…kidnapped.”
“Do you know where you are?”
the woman asked in a quieter tone.
Gabriella shook her head, as
if forgetting that the person on the other line couldn’t actually see her. “No.
“Can I use your phone’s GPS
to find you?” she requested.
Gabriella looked up at me
then, as if she wasn’t sure if she needed my permission, so I nodded in
response. She replied slowly. “Umm, yes.”
After a few seconds, the
dispatcher spoke again. “Okay, sweetie. The police are on their way.” She then
lowered her voice. “Is your kidnapper near you?”
Gabriella shook her head a
second time, prompting me to smirk at her for gesturing again as if the woman
could actually see her nonverbal responses. Her face flushed when she realized
why I was suddenly grinning.
Sounding embarrassed, she
tried to focus on answering the dispatcher. “N-No. He’s dead.”
There was a brief pause on
the phone, before the woman finally responded. “How did he die?” she asked
Gabriella glanced at me
again as she replied. “Umm, someone saved me.”
The woman’s voice sounded
urgent again. “Is that person with you now?”
I quickly shook my head,
even though she should know the right answer, not wanting to even chance
Gabriella giving them any indication that she’d spent any time with me.
Nevertheless, she hesitated
in her response. “N-No…I’m by myself.”
“Okay, sweetie. The police
should be there soon. I’m going to stay on the phone with you until they
Gabriella glanced at me
again, as if wondering what she should say, but I had turned my head away from
In the distance, I could
hear a rapidly approaching vehicle speeding down the road. I doubted it was a
police car, because it didn’t have any sirens running. However, I could hear a
scanner in the vehicle spouting out police codes.
There was also something
familiar about the sound of the engine – a clanking sound, as if one of the
bolts holding the engine was loose.
Snapping my head to look at
Gabriella, I held out my hand for her to give me the phone, her knees still in
the crook of my arm. She complied immediately, and I hung up on the dispatcher.
I then slowly lowered her to her feet, but when her knees buckled underneath her,
I lowered her to the ground instead.
I quickly replied to her
confused expression. “Like I said. No one.
Don’t even tell your friend. Understand?”
She nodded slowly, just as
confused as before, but then she heard the car approaching too. As she looked away,
I used the opportunity to silently disappear into the trees. The sudden
headlights on Gabriella’s face caused her to shield her eyes, and she then
looked back toward where I had been standing. When she realized I was gone, she
quickly looked all around, seeming to search for me urgently as the car slammed
on its breaks.
I watched as Serenity jumped
out of the vehicle, gun in hand, and began running up to Gabriella with it
pointed at the ground to the side. “Where is he?” she demanded.
“W-Who?” Gabriella asked,
Serenity looked at her in
confusion for a second, before clarifying. “The serial killer.”
“He’s dead,” she replied
It took Serenity a second to
register her words, visibly relaxing a little. “Are you sure?”
Gabriella nodded in
response, and Serenity hesitantly holstered her gun, glancing around one last
time before kneeling down and wrapping her arms around her friend. They both
began crying again.
“Oh Gabriella! I was so
worried! I’m so glad you’re safe!”
I could finally hear sirens
in the distance and decided to get ready to leave before a ton of police showed
up. I waited a few more minutes while she and Gabriella sobbed together, before
finally dashing further into the forest.
Finding a good spot where
the canopy above was thinner, I quickly climbed to the top of a tree, as far as
the branches would support me, and then leapt high into the air to take flight.
Once I was high above the
forest below, I continued to scan the area for a while longer for any signs of
danger, before finally heading home. On my way, I felt my phone vibrate in my
pocket, only to pull it out and see that Serenity was calling. Of course, I
couldn’t exactly answer it while flying, so I let it ring until the call
Later on, I would just tell
her I was in the shower or something.
Speaking of which, I
sincerely did need to take a shower. Something about killing people always made
me feel really dirty, even when no blood got on me. Certainly, slaughtering
this serial killer hadn’t been my first time, although I had never taken the
life of someone innocent. Thus far, I’d only killed people who had committed
murder at least once, viewing it as an eye for an eye.
And I never felt remorse for
slaughtering a murderer, although I did always feel filthy afterward.
Dropping into our secluded
backyard, I allowed my body to quickly deconstruct my wings and turn back into
my human form. I was glad our house was surrounded by trees without any close
neighbors. Otherwise, it would be difficult for me to come and go in this
I then dashed inside and
quickly got in the shower to begin rinsing off, in order to get rid of the
sensation that was beginning to plague my mind. Unexpectedly, it was washing my
hands thoroughly and roughly that seemed to help.
Satisfied that they were
clean – and that my conscience felt clean – I let the water cascade down the
back of my neck and along my spine. After a moment, a deep sigh escaped my
chest and I felt my muscles finally relax.
I was glad Gabriella was
safe, and that she would probably recover without any physical scarring.
However, I knew she might be mentally scarred for life, depending on what she
had endured prior to me rescuing her.
Sighing again, I sat down in
the shower and tried to clear my thoughts of her, because thinking about the
hot redhead was both arousing me and making me pissed again. For one, part of
me just felt wrong about jerking off right now, but then I was sincerely pissed
at the dead man who might have taken advantage of her, beyond just touching
I wanted to stab him in the
heart again. I almost wished I had killed him more slowly. Made him suffer more
before he died.
‘Stop,’ I chastised myself in my thoughts. ‘She’s not yours. And she never will be. Just stop it. She’s alive. You
did a good thing. Now move on.’
I cleared my mind again, and
remained like that for a long time, letting the sensation of the water running
over me be my only thought. This was the fourth time I had killed someone, with
the last three times all happening within the last three years – because that’s
about how long Serenity had been a detective. Prior to that, the first and only
other time that I’d killed someone, it had been truly an accident when I
stumbled upon the scene. At least, an accident in the sense that I hadn’t gone
looking for it, knowing what I would find.
Although, me killing the
murderer certainly wasn’t an accident. It was also the only time I’d been too
late to save the victim, and thus the only time I’d killed out of revenge
instead of defense.
At the time, I’d only been
nine years old, with the incident happening nine years ago. There had been a
full moon that night, which meant I was struggling to sleep, as usual – that
always seemed to happen once a month, as if the moon wanted me to come out to
play. Or, at least, that’s what my nine-year-old self thought.
I snuck out of the house at
about 2 AM, only to have my nose catch the trail of some weird smells that
confused me. Within thirty minutes of running on foot, I’d discovered the
source, shocked by the scene I stumbled upon.
I’d never been a fan of
scary movies, since being afraid or startled could make me transform, so it had
been especially traumatizing to discover a horror scene in real life.
Except that was the
difference – it was real life. It
wasn’t a movie, it wasn’t pretend, and I wasn’t helpless to change the plot
unfolding before me. Nevertheless, even though I prevented the monster from
dealing the finishing blow, the pregnant woman still died in my small arms just
before the paramedics arrived.
Traumatizing indeed, for a
nine-year-old, human or not. I didn’t return home that night for almost three
hours, and even then, I didn’t act normal for months. Everyone knew something
was wrong, but I wasn’t willing to share with any of them what I’d experienced.
Nevertheless, the extra affection I got from my mom, as well as Serenity and
her mom, were what helped me eventually recover.
Unexpectedly, I heard Serenity’s
car pull up to the house, which snapped me out of my trance, prompting me to
realize the water had long since gotten cold. Extreme temperatures didn’t
bother me as much as it seemed to bother normal people, so it wasn’t unusual
for me to not notice the cold water. I certainly could tell that there was a
temperature difference when I was paying attention, so I preferred hot showers
like anyone else. But, whether scalding hot or freezing cold, the extremes were
I quickly turned the water
off and jumped out.
After drying off, I glanced
at my phone to see that I’d showered for over an hour and a half.
I grimaced, as I mumbled to
myself. “Well, hopefully she won’t be too pissed I used up all the hot water.”
Although, I knew it should be warm again within an hour, so it wasn’t like it
was the end of the world.
Quickly brushing my short
hair, I then got dressed in black gym shorts and a dark gray t-shirt, before
exiting the bathroom to head downstairs when I heard the front door crack open.
However, just as I took the
first step, I realized there was a second heartbeat with my housemate – a
heartbeat that was pounding rather quickly. Serenity appeared in the doorway,
catching sight of me frozen at the top of the stairs.
“Oh, hey! I tried calling
you. They found her!” she announced.
I only nodded, trying to
smile as Gabriella stepped into sight, looking straight down, her face actively