57 - Stolen by me

                                    

                                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
Suki gasped when she woke up, and I gazed down at her as she lay on my lap.
She glanced around nervously before gazing up at me.
Her eyes widened. "Am I dead?"
I shook my head.
She stared at me for a long moment, clearly processing what was happening.
I just smiled down at her, lashes lowering.
Her lips parted before she whispered, "Why am I not dead?"
I tucked some more hair away from her face. "I couldn't do it."
"What?" she said.
"I couldn't kill you," I told her, smile softening as I pinched her cheeks. "You have too cute of a face."
She wacked my hands away, glaring at me, and I just chuckled.
"So..." she said then, "are you still contracted to me?"
I gazed down at her stomach and pulled up her shirt a little.
The scar on her side was still there, and she blinked before looking up at me. "What does that mean?"
"It means that we found the killer," I said then, smirking, "but my side hasn't been done yet."
"So you have to kill me?" she wondered. "Eventually?"
I shook my head, smiling down at her. "When I instated the contract, I never mentioned killing you. I stated specifically that your blood is all mine, same with you. All mine."
She blinked hazily, and her brows drew together. "So... what now?"
"I made you immortal," I stated.
She gazed up then, eyes widening. "What?"
I smirked. "I made you immortal. I gave you my blood which made you immortal."
She stared at me, but I noticed her eyes sparkling. "So... I can't die?"
I shook my head.
She smiled then. "Cool."
I gazed down at her in amusement.
"So..." she said again, "really... what now?"
I gazed down at her. "Since the contract is still intact, I still must follow your wishes as well as protect you from harm." I leaned down to press my nose to hers. "Despite being immortal, you can still feel pain. And I won't let anyone touch you again."
She smiled then, eyes glossing over with happiness. "I love you."
I smiled back. "I love you, too."
She closed her eyes as if visualizing the words, and then relaxed into me.
"So... my Angel," I said then, smirking, "what is the first thing you order me to do?"
She gazed up then. "I want French toast."
I chuckled and helped her to a sitting position. "Of course, you do." I then looked down at her. "It will be ready in a moment's notice."
She kept the smile. "I know it will."
I smirked and made my way to the kitchen.
Did I turn her into a demon?
No. That wasn't possible. You had to be born one.
What did I do?
I made her immortal.
I stole her life, I stole her sanity, and I stole her mortality.
I would forever follow her orders, I would forever kiss her when she was scared, I would forever protect her from pain and fear... I would forever be hers.
Suki Quinn was mine now.
All. Mine.
I parted my lashes feeling my eyes glow a bright red as I smiled.
And she was made to be stolen.
Stolen by me.
The end?