Make Me
Chapter TWO

For a moment or two, I was completely dumbfounded, standing in my living room and staring at the man, who comfortably laid on my sofa as if he was at home. His hair and clothes black, his features dangerously familiar. I slowly paced towards my kitchen counter to pull a knife out, while I kept my eyes on the stranger. "Who the hell are you?" I demanded.

"In this case, the better question is, what am I, dear. " He corrected me smoothly. His voice was deep, humming and comforting. It was like listening to music, yet his words didn't hold any particular melody to them. I cautiously pulled out one of the knives and scanned him up and down, to see if he was armed anyhow.

Also, I know there was a lot of reasons for me to be more annoyed or scared, but the truth is, whenever someone calls me darling, dear or stuff that you would either tell your lover or to a child, I just get so pissed off every time. The guy had a sense of ultimate superiority about him, and it made my skin crawl.

"A serial killer?" I guessed, and he chuckled and sat up.

"Wrong; I'm help... Something you are in desperate need of." I could almost hear my mind clicking with each turn, as I was trying to replace out, where have I seen him before, when it all fell into place. "You killed Adam, haven't you?"

"No, actually, the one who killed that boring little mortal, is you." he threw himself back onto the sofa, putting his long legs up and letting them hang from the end of the furniture.

"Don't be ridiculous!" I don't know why I felt like rolling my eyes was acceptable in the current situation, but I did. Still holding the knife, I slowly walked up to him, glaring at his perfectly calm face.

"Demons have no power over the mortal world unless they serve their target's desires. I watched you get beaten up a few times before, and you saw me too... But you didn't wish for anything. You were... angry. Irritated... passed out. But this time, you were ready. You wanted him gone, and that was a gift from me" as he looked up into my eyes, I felt captured by those velvet orbs, in a violent manner. I couldn't look away even when I wanted to.

"First of all, you are crazy." I stopped here, not really seeing further explanations of how he killed someone only by touching them, but regardless, I went on "And second of all I didn't want him to die." he was quite amused with my remarks, closing his eyes as if he got relaxed just by listening to my internal panic.

"I'm sure you feel... that you need help" he purred, not opening his eyes, yet his words somehow got to me.

"Like I care about a few hits enough, to want help from someone like you... I don't even know you" a peal of somewhat cynical laughter escaped my mouth.

"You don't know yourself either, do you" he interrupted me with a deep, pleasant giggle "You need help because you are repressing your calling... Yourself, if you will... Probably because you are ashamed of it..." he disappeared from the couch, and suddenly, I felt him right behind me. He dragged one of his hands through my chest, sending a pleasant shiver down my spine. I turned and slashed towards him with the knife, but he caught my wrist.

"Don't touch me" I hissed like an angry cat, but I couldn't wipe his smirk off his face. He held my hand in the air easily, stepping closer to me again.

"If you wouldn't want me to, my hand would go through you... I was actually surprised you wanted it so soon... mortals are usually terrified at first... but you, aren't you a little special sort of odd?" he caressed my jawline with his index finger and a smug look on his face. I turned my head away a little bit, showing that I wasn't very fond of his... touchy behaviour. It made me feel weird and uncomfortable, and... like an itch I couldn't scratch.

"Adorable... Anyway." he collected himself, tightening his grasp till I dropped the knife "Stop resisting me and listen... I'm not your enemy."

"I can give you the thing you actually want... Which we both know, isn't a shitty waiter job, and dull university life. Nothing, in your life, is something you desire to be in it... you try to pretend it serves you any joy... but it doesn't..." he leaned close to me. He had a good head on me, so he had to tilt his head quite down to look me in the eye, but I wasn't intimidated, though I probably should've been.

"Oh, then, what is that I desire?" my tone held sarcasm, though I was interested in his answer since he was such an "expert" on what I want and what I don't want.

"Power, most of all. Revenge... violence... I can give you all that... I can make you a king, Seth..." when he noticed that he caught me off-guard with his guess, his grin widened, and he took it upon himself to crawl deeper into my mind. "I can feel, all that you hide inside... I can feel so much hatred it could destroy worlds... You just have to ask... They'll all be at your feet. All those people who you hate so much, it devours you..." as he leaned down to my ears, it felt like his words are slowly tightening around my neck like a noose. It was hard to breathe, hard to even think clearly after the fantasy he had just offered me. I could never imagine my hatred was so strong, until now that for a moment someone called me out on it, and I let it fill me, even if I didn't want to.

"What's the catch?" He smiled at me widely, almost proudly, that I knew enough to know he wasn't trying to help me out of the kindness of his heart.

"I bring the world to your feet... but you, my dear, will be at mine." he probably noticed my features turning furious, but it only made him grin wider.

"You'll be mine. Your soul will belong to me, to do whatever I wish after you die... It's the price you have to pay, for everything you want... " as he continued, I felt more and more cornered by my own wishes. I wanted to accept so badly. I wanted that fantasy, that he just told me, so strongly, yet submitting myself to anyone's will was beyond impossible and I knew that for sure. My pride almost killed me a few times, and it's sure as hell I can't play lapdog for such an arrogant being.

"So, what do you say, Seth? Do you really wish to throw away your only shot to live the life you want...? Do you prefer being hunted by the past? Tortured by those, who belong bellow you?" He reached his hand out, waiting for me to shake it probably. I glanced down at his arm, then back at his face.

I felt my jaw clench as I tried to think it through again and again, but my mind refused to work in the fog of rage and hatred. It filled my chest, stronger than ever before, and I could not behold the thought that I could not take my revenge on the people that had wronged me... Why am I the one trying to be decent, when no one ever was to me? I can't refuse, now that I know there is such a chance. I have to take it. What's my soul to me anyway, if I live the way I do now? "I can't promise that I'll obey you" I stated quietly, reaching for his hand, but to my utter surprise, he tilted his head to the side with an almost endearing look and flashed one of those violently evil, yet seductive smiles of his. Before I could've touched his hand or pulled away, he grabbed mine with such death grasp, I thought my hand will break.

"Leave that part to me"

***

The sun gently caressed my face, as I slowly regained my senses. I felt oddly comfortable and slept out as if I had been in a deep, special sleep, which I wanted to stay in forever. I found myself in my bed, and slowly recalled the images that I thought belonged to the previous night... It was just a dream then? How disappointing...

I got up and walked into my bathroom, to have a shower and somehow get my brain to work, as opposed to yesterday. I pulled my T-shirt over my head, but then I froze.

There was a mark on my neck... and not talking like hickeys or a small purple dot... it was like a tattoo. A complicated symbol, with a "J" in the main focus. I slowly reached up and pressed my finger against my marked skin.

"Ah" a soft noise escaped my mouth... It was very sensitive... almost painfully. Fucking hell, this is just what I needed on the side of my neck. That's visible as hell... did I tattoo this while I was out? No, I wouldn't... I wasn't even drunk yesterday. "Some people might gain impure thoughts, hearing you moan like that... Do you always make such a slutty noise when you are in pain?" I spun around when I heard the familiar voice, only to turn away again when I realized that the demon was having a bath. His arms hanging out on the side of the bathtub, leisurely, as if he owned the damn thing.

"God damn it..." so it wasn't a dream. Well... I'm not sure if that's good or not. Still facing away, I rested my hands on the side of the sink, staring into the mirror, rather at myself than where he was. "What's this on my neck?"

"My mark... Signals to your body and soul, and every supernatural being, that you belong to me. You can also use it to summon me upon your wish" he explained, his voice ever so calm, and gentle as if he was deep in thought. "I'm not sure, how this works... I demand what I want, and you grant me that?" I guessed.

"At best you can ask me to do things... but mainly, you have already made your wish. I'll make you the person you aspire to be, whatever it might take. Including having your revenge..." I heard the water splashing around so I assume he sat up. I swallowed, pinning my gaze to the sink.

"First of all, you'll have to allow me to exist physically for others to see. I'll go to school with you... I'll help you change your life, but I can't just snap my fingers and do so. The mortal world can't be aware of the supernatural." I was only partially paying attention to him since I was so worked up over not meeting his sight in the mirror.

"If you are going to live here, we have to set rules. I do not want to walk in on you having a bath... And I wouldn't want the opposite to happen either."

I heard a deep chuckle in return.

"I didn't want to overstep the boundaries. You have a boyfriend or an ex you are not over yet?" he asked casually, and out of my sudden burst of anger, I turned to him, only to realise he was barely covered below the waist with a towel. I raised my eyes to the ceiling.

"I'm not gay! What... why would you assume that I'm gay?"

"Oh... well that's awkward, I'm sorry to be the one to tell you"

"Tell me what?! I'm not gay!" I felt like exploding. What is up with this man? Okay well, it's one thing that I am not really lusting after girls at the moment, but my life was never the type to allow me such free time.

"What a nice, deep closet you have there" he laughed amusedly, and I heard him walk up to me so I back away until my back hit the bathroom cupboard.

I clenched my jaw at his mocking, but I didn't say anything more. I slowly let my eyes replace his, with a stubborn look on my face. What a jerk...

I felt his hand touching my chest, and I couldn't pull away, I was cornered, so I just looked him in the eye for a while, letting him abuse the situation. I was holding up strong until he started to drag his hand down my upper body, only stopping just a few inches above my waistline. I blushed a little, still struggling to push him away from me, and I looked away from his evil, yet beautiful eyes. This bastard really has no manners to speak of.

"Get off me" I practically growled at him.

"Then maybe let go of my chest"

I went completely red when I noticed that, in fact, I was resting my hand at his side. Fuck! I probably left them there as I was trying to push him off me. I pulled my hands away, dropping them to my side.

He leaned down to my ears, his hot breath caressing my skin, and I heard myself swallow at the feeling, as he whispered to me:

"You and your raging ;heterosexuality should get dressed or we'll be late..."

With that he turned away and walked out of the bathroom, leaving me with an existential crisis and a whole-ass anger problem he just created by existing.