Which Side Are You On? *Part 22*

They kiss for a long five minutes then pull away. Nothing happened. Syth was still the same. He didn’t change a bit. Maybe it wasn’t enough. Maybe it wasn’t enough to change him again. Maybe, just maybe they need to do something more. Well, they decide to go for it again.

He now pulls her up on his lap and kisses her. She kisses him back and wraps her arms around his neck. He pulls her closer to him. A few minutes pass and he pulls his lips off of hers and starts kissing the top of her neck until he gets to the bottom. He then licks her neck slowly from the bottom to the top as if tasting it. Then he bites down on her neck.

She moans loudly as he does this and pulls her legs around him, hitting something behind him. It felt soft, and feathery like…wings! She opens her eyes to see that Syth had changed into that winged-demon thing she saw before. He had the black wings on his back, red tattoo symbol-like things all over his body, and the hair like before. He was sucking at her neck. He wasn’t giving her a hickey though. He was sucking her blood!

Her heart skips a beat. She tries to push him away, but he puts both arms around her pressing her against him tightly.

"Agh.." She moans in pain. "Syth, stop. You’re hurting me," she says trying to pull away.

He finally stops sucking at her neck. He lifts his head up to meet hers. He had those scary red eyes again, and they were staring right at Sovira.

"Am I now?" He replies in a cocky tone and smirks.

"Syth…" She says while trying to think of what to do.

"Yes, my love?" He says in a deep spine-chilling voice.

It made her shiver. (What do I do!? What can I do?! Oh lord, I hope he doesn’t fucking kill me. Wait…my love? That is seriously wrong. Why did he call me that? I’m nobody’s love, but Markus’s. He can’t call me that. Why am I even thinking about that right now?! There are more important things going on right now. Like this weird guy who’s lap I’m sitting on. Heh, I guess it worked. Right, gotta look on the bright side of things.)

"Ugh…" She couldn’t say anything.

Really, she didn’t know what to say. What do you say to someone…err…something like him? Hi? How’s it going? The weather is nice outside isn’t it? No. Not that. Not any of that would work. You don’t small talk to something like this. Sovira was wondering how she was even supposed to talk to him at all. Maybe it’s best not to. Who knows.

"Are you afraid of me?" He smirks.

Well, whether or not it was a good idea to talk to him like this, valiant little Sovira tries.

"We need to get…out of…here," she says pointing to the bars of the cell they were in.

"Ugh!" He throws her against the wall and rushes to the bars, grabbing them tightly in anger. "Graaa! I’ll kill Damien! Where is he?!" he yells angrily while breaking the bars and pulling them out of place, throwing them everywhere.

He pulls the last one up and speeds down the hallway with it.