Untouchable by Marii Solaria

Chapter 6 I Want You

“I don’t want you to be my fan. I want you to be mine.“–Emme Rollins

Kiya

Black, misting air formed a perimeter around my private sanctity to prevent any stray form of light from penetrating. Silent and dancing to a silent tune, it traps me in a mobile sea of nothingness. Tangible bodies didn’t exist besides mine, and yet, it brought no comfort. Everywhere I turn, my bedroom items fade behind the haze of obsidian. Sounds of the outside world muffled against the barrier, trapping me in a dome of sensory–deprivation. Only my breathing is heard, rapidly falling from equilibrium.

The billow of blackened wisps hovering over my bed moved, slithering in the air like a boa constrictor eyeing its prey. Vibrant red eyes rake over my form with anticipation, as if it’s trying to spot a weakness. Slowly, it slithered to my face, leaving a small space between us.

“Relax, my Little Moon.” Osiris hissed with his deep, velvet–like voice. “I won’t hurt you. That is, if you don’t give me a reason to.”

“You’re supposed to be dead…” I whispered, pressing the back of my head further against my door. A heavy weight settled over my body, trapping me under the gaze of the devil I thought burned with the abandoned asylum. “How….

“It will take more than a burning building to get rid of me, my sweet.” The mass giggled. I felt sensations of fingers tracing my skin on my arms, trailing toward the nape of my neck. “You and I have unfinished business

we need to take care of.”

“There’s nothing between us. Get your fucking hands off me.” Snarling, I tried to wave the smoke away with my hand, but it didn’t work. Instead of dissipating like normal, it remained. My flailing hand only passed through the mass, failing to strike force against it. “W–What…!”

“I applaud you for trying to get rid of me, but let’s be candid. I have more tricks up my sleeve besides this, my deanly fitting for us to meet when I’m intangible. Don’t want to cause attention to me from your fellow

It’s

mutts.”

“How did you get on this land?” I questioned, my expression stony and stoic. I cannot show any weakness to my enemy. “Slipping under the noses of werewolves is a feat few can accomplish.”

“Luckily, I’m one of those lucky few.” Osiris chuckled. I felt his ‘hands‘ move back down my arms, striking icy chills into my spine. My body involuntarily shivered as powerful sensations rocketed through my body. They demanded my submission and obedience. It’s mind–numbing. “In this form, I carry no scent, so the dogs can’t sniff me out. But then again, vampires don’t carry a scent as werewolves do.”

“You’re a hybrid, though.”

“The wolf side of me is dead, thus carrying my scent with it. My vampire side takes precedence, thus granting me the qualities of full–blooded vampires. Do you know what that means?” A curly strand of my hair suddenly lifted, pulled, and snapped back like a spring. “I can be anywhere and everywhere around you and you won’t have a clue. How exciting is that?”

“Cut the crap, Osiris.” Finally regaining the strength in my body, I push myself off the door. “What the hell do

you want?”

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Osiris knows all about me.

You suffered for years. Years of maltreatment that would make the very gods in heaven weep. How many times have they have decorated this pretty skin in a colorful assortment of black and purple? Scars decorated this beautiful brown as eternal reminders of your hurt. How many times has your

throat burned and seared from with your screaming? From your begging? How is it fair that you continue to carry the burden of this pain while they carry none? Don’t you think you deserve better than them, my dear?”

I hate this. I positively hate this. How is Osiris making sense? Yes, for the longest time, I’ve believed that sentiment; it’s not fair that I’m forced to carry the after–effects of my abuse. Sleepless nights riddled with torment, the darkness of depression gripping at my throat with every minute of my life, evil thoughts that bombard me with bullets and grenades of self–worthlessness, guilt, pain, and endless days where I’ve contemplated taking my life whilst ignoring the plans Selene had for me.

Why am I the one who suffered for years while everyone lived their fruitful lives? I hated everyone for a long time and deep down, I still do. My treatment was unfair. They robbed me of happiness, of a normal childhood, innocence, and adolescence. They took so much away from me…

I heard Osiris’s breath hitched in excitement. “The gears in your mind are turning, my sweet. Deep down, underneath all that morality, you agree. The injustice persisted for many years and no one paid for their mistake. They’re no better than the humans who sell their children into slavery or beat them with an inch of their lives because they spilled milk on the dining room table. Wouldn’t it be fun to exact revenge?”

“Don’t listen to him!” Artemis screamed in my ear, splitting the haze of darkness in my mind into

Kiya. Pain is an endless cycle where nobody wins. Don’t fall for his sickly sweet words. Osiris is evil.

you, Osiris.” I snapped back, regaining the reigns of my resolve once more. Like hell, I’ll let this beast manipulate me. “What I do, and why I do it, is none of your concern. Do yourself a favor and keep your nose out of my business. I’m of the light, not of the darkness,

turn into enemies, and the darkness will cast a shadow upon the dogs. No matter the amount of light you see in them, all have darkness. And it will come out to play again, only this time, their target is

will save you this time. Not even your precious

my bed with a hand pressed over my heart, trying to calm it down with my breathing. It’s unreal

take over for a

yo

me with more questions than answers. What did he mean by there is a traitor amongst us? Darkness will cast a shadow over this pack?

I

thing’s for certain, however. Osiris is fluttering about. He’s infiltrated

solely on me.

permeated between my fingers. I’m convinced it’s from Osiris‘ influence; it’s the only reason for it, right? Summoning a small smidgen of my powers, my heart calmed at the sight of blue and white. I’m still me. I’m not darkness, no matter what he says. But how his sinister words caressed the darker side of me

danger than I

But from who?

pack

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– I Am The Bad

– Directly Speaking to

are fooling yourself if you don’t think

probity is evil incarnate. It brews and simmers, roaring to life with all the negative thoughts you have and the negative

through their darker sides. They lust for power over others, motivated by greed, and will sacrifice their loved ones for

be the superior race and that all others should bow and

victims of their misdealing. How many of my kind lost their lives because a full–blooded mutt or fanged leech thought their existence was undeserved? How many deformed fishes or blackened sorceresses beheaded or drowned them? How many of this earth’s

thought; killing innocent hybrids as they reach their self–pleasure, exploding in ecstasy as their

stupid, pompous supernaturals. It’s time they’re knocked

of man and beast and find what makes them tick. What motivates them to do what they do? It’s far from rocket science if you’re not

all preach peace and acceptance when really, they cannot stomach the fact that someone different than them mingles with them.

history is drenched in blood. Supernatural history is drenched in blood. Different species,

different from one

job to set

allow those around me to freely express their darkest desires uninhibited. Don’t you feel it? The darkness crawling to the center of your mind, whispering in your car

then who’s

who’ve hurt, abused, and broken your trust. There are people in your life who don’t deserve the air they breathe, but because of your misguided sense of morality

as if that’ll erase your pain.

¡Halo

| Am The Bad Guy

consciously, hurt you..

of you are. You hide behind the light while ignoring the growing malevolence behind you. The more you feed the light, the more

those who have the brightest of lights have the strongest darkness.

your true nature? To hurt without consequence?

beckons you to unleash hell on all those who

you

of you men were taught to never hit a woman, even if she brutalizes you? How many of you were taught that only the strong survive? How many of you were taught that crying is for ‘sissies‘ and to ‘not be like a girl“? Even worse, how many of you men were taught to never harm or

you? How many of you were undervalued for your skills because you have female genitalia? How many of you were abused,

Your heart is as fragile as glass, and many will drop and dance on its pieces as you weep. And yet, you

is an illusion.