The Reality Of Nightmare (BxB)

CHAPTER XL: CONVINCING HIM - PART II

CHAPTER XL: CONVINCING HIM – PART II

"I'll undress you, 'cause you're tired
Cover you as you desire
When you fall asleep inside my arms."
- Lady Gaga, The Cure

Slate keeps his mouth tightly shut, not revealing anything to me, which I'm dying to know. Whenever I try to ask him where we are going, he'd only reply "We'll get there soon, and you'll love it" and trust me, I want to smack the back of his head hard. I know hurting someone purposely is wrong, but he's making me. He annoys me, really, but one touch and everything will be okay. That's how it always works. Damn him for having such a strong effect on me. Everything he does, it has an effect on me, and when he does sweet things, damn it, I just want to wrap my arms around him and let myself be cocooned by his strong arms.

My arms are crossed across my chest, puffing my cheeks, drawn on my face is an annoyed expression. He chuckles at my expression, which makes me turn my head away from him in embarrassment. I sulk like a little child while he drives. Can you believe it? This demon has a car. And it's not just a regular car, he told me. In a monotonous voice, he told me "This is not just a car. It's a Limited Edition Bugatti Veyron that costs 3.4 million dollars." Of course, I don't care if it's that expensive, but to think that a human, much less a demon, would spend a lot of money for this car is just appalling to me. It's crazy.

Money is a necessity for mortals, and with that amount, it can feed a lot of people. Heavens, it can even help reduce poverty. And the fact that demons use this as an advantage frustrates me. They use money. They use money to make people commit sins. And now I'm wondering if he's using the car to lure me into committing sins that would involve touching him. Just thinking about that kind of intimacy makes me feel so tainted.

As if sensing my uncomfortableness, Slate turns his head to look at me, stretches his arm forward, and rests his hand on my thigh, which makes me blush. I quickly push him hand away, as if his touch burns me.

"No touching," I mutter, looking away. I can practically see him smirking, but I choose to ignore it since I will be able to do nothing about it. His hand comes to rest on my thigh again, and I glare coldly at him. "I said no touching."

Apparently, this triggers him; he snaps his fingers and immediately, we are transported into a secluded place. I become more uncomfortable and seeing his expression right now, it doesn't help anything at all. Slate is annoyed, and he's gripping the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles are turning white. I'm afraid that he might crush the steering wheel, and who knows, his magic might not work this time and send us crashing to our deaths. Well, if I die, then am I going to Hell? Or will I be sent to Heavens?

I want to say I'm sorry, for offending him, but it seems like the words keep choking me and wouldn't get out of my mouth. Slate is pissed, and I wonder if there's anything I can do to calm him down. But the truth is, I'm afraid. I don't know why, but I just do. I know that Slate is never going to hurt me; he will do whatever it takes to protect me, to keep me safe, and somehow, with the aura he's emanating, I wonder if that would change.

"I'm so – " I begin.

He cuts me off immediately. "Some demon was following us, and no, it's not Dantalion." His jaw clenches, and he's still gripping the steering wheel hard as if he wants to break it. Knowing him, he can actually do it without any hesitation. After all, I guess, he can get another one of these cars. "And it's no ordinary demon. I sensed that it's powerful, and I'm guessing that it's one of the Princes of Hell."

That captures my attention. If the demon who was following us was a powerful one, then that means Slate and I are both in trouble. I look at him with wide eyes, and he knows what I'm thinking. He shakes his head, indicating that only Dantalion knows that I'm an angel and no one else.