CHAPTER 12

DAMIEN'S POV 

It can't be. I'm not drawn to her. As Honey held her so close to me, my body wanted to vibrate. But my brain needed to prove it wrong so I acted like an actual d*ck. I mean I wouldn't have forgiven myself if I caused her death but she is damn right dangerous for me. 

*Fuck me, jeez I'm screwed. How can she so much as have an effect on me?*  

"Why did you have to react?" 

I asked Damon sounding like the d*ck that I am.  Mallory looked at me with so much anger in her we could use it for many things which might anger her even more. I smirked at just the thought of it. 

"This isn't the time for your games." 

Damon stated flatly. I rolled my eyes and continued taking  in the whiskey hopefully it'll help me keep my mouth shut. 

I just watched as Damon tied up the trio using chains from the shattered chandelier. He poured the whiskey all over them. He took out his favorite lighter and gave it to Mallory. She hesitantly took it.

"You know what to do." 

Mallory took in a deep breath and put on the lighter. 

"Don't do this." 

Honey shouted. 

Mallory just smiled in a weird way and threw the lighter. They were immediately engulfed in the flames. Screams came from the fire followed by the awful smell of flesh being burnt. I just stood up and emptied the remaining contents of my glass in the fire. I let the glass drop on the floor. 

"Let's get out of here the police are trying to get in by now." 

Damon said. Mallory was still staring at the flames with a blank expression on her face. 

"I'm starting to think our new partner is a psychopath." 

I said as I made my way towards the back. I stopped when I noticed they weren't following me. 

"Come on we better hurry. Don't forget we are suspects already." 

Damon snapped his fingers infront of Mallory's face and she blinked. 

"We should get going." 

We made our way through the back. Our cars were already waiting for us. We hurried home just as the police sirens were closing in. 

MALLORY'S POV

I sat in my room wrapped in a towel. The image of the burning people still played in my head. How did Damon live with this? I chewed on my bottom lip as I tried to erase Honey's voice from my head.

*Don't do this.* 

I inhaled sharply and let it out. 

 I tried kicking that memory out of my head but it was stuck. I wondered how mom did it, how Damon did it how all those motherfuckers who kill people did it too. 

Frustrated, I ran a hand through my hair. I turned to my night gown which was on the bed. I better just try to catch some sleep. I got dressed and tucked myself under the covers. It was useless cuz I couldn't even close my eyes. 

*Don't do this, don't do this, don't do this...* 

I jumped out of bed and began pacing my room like some deranged being. A knock at the door made me flinch. I opened the door and saw Damon holding a large box. 

"What are you doing here?" 

I asked as I eyed the box he was holding. The box was all white and had a red ribbon tied into a bow. Damon held out the box to me and smiled.

"This for you." 

I hesitated for a while before taking the box. 

"Can I come in?" 

"Sure." 

I stepped aside so he could come in. He came in and sat on my bed. I shut the door and leaned against it. 

"You having trouble sleeping?" 

I nodded slowly. Damon gave me a pity filled look.

"This always happens after the first kill. That is why I made you kill them." 

"How do you do it?" 

"Do what?" 

"Kill and still sleep well." 

Damon let out a sigh. 

"You don't deserve to go through this. Just try looking on the bright side. The people who were killed were bad people so you are only doing the world a favour by killing them." 

On hearing his words, I felt a little bit easy. 

"Forget about that, open the box." 

Damon urged and I looked down at the box which was still in my hands. 

"Come over here, I'm not going to bite you." 

I walked over to the bed and set the box down. I opened the box and gasped. The gown was beautiful. It was royal blue. 

"We have a masquerade ball Sunday next week and I was thinking that maybe you could connect with other people. So what do you say?" 

"Yes." 

I stared at the dress and it hit me.

"This is Nemesis." 

Damon's grin told me I was right.

"It isn't Nemesis, you are Nemesis." 

I smiled at Damon. 

"It seems like the dress is good for you." 

"Yeah. I love it. Thanks Damon." 

"Okay now I'm going to let you get some rest. Tonight was a long night." 

Damon left the room. I spent a bit more time admiring the dress before heading off to bed. When I closed my eyes, the voices came back but this time, I heard Damon's voice too. And a sick part of me saw Damien's face.