Copyright © 2020 Kaizer Wolf
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Innocent Devil's Harem | Chapter 1-2: Rescuing my Sister's Best Friend
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Suddenly, I found myself holding my breath. Because it wasn't just someone my sister knew more casually. It was the worst person it could possibly be. And not just for her.
For me, too.
Gabriella was twenty, only three years younger than my sister, and when they'd both noticed they frequented the same coffee shop regularly, they struck up a conversation over a book that quickly turned into a friendship. It also helped that Serenity occasionally had lunch at the Chinese restaurant next to the nail salon where Gabriella worked, giving them an easy way to hang out almost daily.
Even when my sister wasn't in the mood for Chinese, she went anyway to socialize, and before long they were having lunch together every day at one of the many restaurants in the area.
From what I understood about Gabriella, she was extremely kind, although somewhat shy. She didn't have many friends of her own, largely because she wasn't interested in the stuff most of her peers liked to do, like partying. Instead, Gabriella loved to read, with the book she'd been carrying being what prompted Serenity to talk to her.
I'd only met her once briefly when she visited the house a few weeks ago, but I quickly excused myself after being around her for only a minute, because I'd never reacted to anyone like I was reacting to her. And it threatened to expose my secret.
Gabriella had red hair, green eyes, and was exceptionally attractive. However, unlike other redheads I'd known, her hair was so red that it almost looked dyed, and she kept it fairly short at just a couple of inches above her shoulders. She was about four inches shorter than me, two inches shorter than my sister, and had a massive wrack large enough to make any guy's head turn and most girls jealous.
But the biggest attraction was actually her scent. Everything about her aroused me, but her natural smell was nearly overwhelming. I had no idea what caused it, wondering if the fact she was vegetarian, which I'd learned by eavesdropping, was the reason.
Technically, it wasn't dangerous for me to be fully aroused, and it was actually something I allowed to happen on a regular basis when I was alone in my room…sometimes in my sister's room, when she wasn't home. But the problem was I couldn't avoid revealing the fact that I wasn't human.
I'd learned at a very young age that strong emotions and desires caused my body to begin uncontrollably transforming into my more devilish form, my hair turning white, my skin turning dark gray, my irises transitioning to a glowing gold while my sclera turned pitch-black. At the very least, if I hadn't run upstairs when I did, then I doubted Gabriella would have ever returned, never mind my sister's reaction.
I was sincerely afraid of Serenity's rejection, in particular. She was the only family I had, and honestly my only friend. I couldn't afford to lose her. I couldn't take that risk.
However, the attraction I felt toward Gabriella was so strong that just thinking about her was making me aroused now. And pissed, when combined with the knowledge that she was probably being tortured at that very moment. Between the two emotions, I could feel my body threatening to turn gray underneath my clothing, my chest definitely darker now, as well as the back of my neck and the skin along my spine.
I took a deep breath in an effort to clear my mind, knowing there was nothing I could do right away, without Serenity suspecting something was wrong.
Yet, I didn't want Gabriella to suffer either. While I'd never been tortured myself, I knew that even minutes of something unpleasant could feel like hours, depending on the severity of the situation.
Taking another deep breath, I sighed heavily and spoke up again. "Let's go inside, sis."
She nodded in agreement, her hands and legs trembling as she grabbed her purse and attempted to stand up. I offered my support, since it was obvious she was struggling on her own, helping her walk up to the house.
The front porch was only about five feet wide and two feet deep, from door to stairs, the overhanging roof just big enough to allow someone to be comfortably out of the rain if they were waiting outside. The window on the right side of the door peeked into the kitchen, whereas the left one looked into the living room.
Granted, the front windows had sheer white curtains hanging over them, preventing anyone from seeing inside during the day, and allowing them to only see shadows at night. The only other way to see into the house from the front was through the door, which had a decorative half-circle window near the top.
I carefully escorted my sister into the house, keeping my thoughts controlled, and helped her sit down at the kitchen table. Realizing from the scent that the soup was beginning to burn slightly, I went ahead and turned off the stove entirely, glancing at the clock as I did so.
It was just after 7 PM, which meant it would be dark soon, given the time of the year.
In a way, I was almost glad the victim was Gabriella…Or rather, I was thankful I'd been given the opportunity to meet her at least once. It could be difficult for me to help in a situation when I didn't have much to go on, but coming into close proximity to her allowed me to nail down the most important thing that would help me find her.
Her scent.
Just thinking about it was enough to almost expose me again. I could feel the base of my hairs rise slightly, being well familiar with the sensation, knowing my hair would begin rapidly turning white if I wasn't careful with my thoughts.
"Do you feel like eating?" I asked gently, trying to distract myself.
I began preparing a bowl even if she said no, since I hadn't eaten yet myself. When she mumbled that she wasn't hungry, I added a few extra scoops, considering I ate a ton more than her. I then sat down at the table and began working on my dinner while Serenity stared into space.
I suspected she was beginning to feel numb as it settled in that there wasn't any hope for her friend – her best friend. It was actually kind of amazing how close two people could become in such a short amount of time, but they really hit it off. If it wasn't for the fact that they looked so different, someone might even think they were sisters by how comfortable they were with each other. As it was, most people would probably be shocked to discover they weren't childhood friends or something similar.
Unexpectedly, Serenity bolted from her seat, almost knocking over her chair. "I'm going to try to find her," she announced, not waiting for a reply. "I know I probably won't be able to, but I have to try. I can't just sit here and do nothing."
I nodded to indicate I understood, not about to suggest she do anything different. This case wasn't at all like the others. Plus, this was good for me too. It meant I could go searching for her sooner without having to worry about my sister wondering where I'd disappeared to.
"Okay," I said in agreement. "Just be careful…" My voice trailed off. I hoped she wouldn't be upset that I wasn't offering to go. On the one hand, I was still in high school, but on the other hand, I was legally an adult now, so it wasn't like she'd be bringing a kid along.
Serenity seemed surprised by my response though, looking like she didn't expect me to agree so easily. She then dashed around the edge of the table and nearly tackled me in my chair with a hug. "I will, I promise. I'll have my gun and mace. I love you."
"I love you too," I whispered simply, holding her thin athletic form in my arms, knowing there was a small part of me that meant that more deeply than I probably should.
She gave me a quick kiss on the temple, and then grabbed her things to head out the door.
I ate more quickly when I heard her car engine start and the tires began kicking up gravel in her rush to get on the road.
"Now," I said to myself, taking my last bite and standing up. "Time to hunt."
Heading to the backdoor, I allowed myself to fully transform as I stepped outside, my softly glowing yellow irises allowing me to see as clearly in the twilight as if it was the middle of the day. I then took off my shirt in preparation for what would soon come from my rapidly restructuring back muscles.
A second later, and a pair of lightweight bat-like wings burst from my upper back and I instantly leapt into the air to take flight. I had no idea where to even begin looking, beyond the forest, so I just focused on my senses of smell and hearing while flying as fast as I could around the edge of the city where there were still a lot of trees. I was glad my ability to home in on a scent was so powerful, because within a matter of minutes I'd captured Gabriella's aroma, even despite the plethora of other odors vying for my attention.
She was at least ten miles away, and I could smell that the chase was already on. Her sweet scent was stronger than usual from her sweating, ironically making it easier for me to pick up on it, and it was also tainted with terror.
Just like other emotions, fear had a distinct scent.
"I'm coming for you," I whispered, quickly changing my trajectory in the air.
While flying was much faster than running, it still took me a few minutes to find the general location of her whereabouts. However, once I was close enough, I could hear her too. She was running as fast as she could, although oddly, as if she didn't have arms.
I doubted she was sincerely lacking them though, because I didn't smell any blood. But her breathing was panicked, and I knew her mind was probably escalated beyond words as she literally ran for her life. There was someone chasing her too, running smoothly like they were holding themselves back. I suspected the predator had great endurance, significantly more than his prey.
Quickly dropping into the trees below, I slammed into the ground, dropping onto one knee from the impact before rising again to continue the chase on foot. However, I didn't have to go far before I was already almost on her location.
Just as she was about to come into sight, I heard her trip and fall hard on her front, coughing and gasping from having the wind knocked out of her. She then abruptly screamed as her assailant caught up to her, crouching down and flipping her over while laughing, like he was having the time of his life.
Enraged, I silently burst through the foliage just in time to see that the serial killer had the tip of a knife just beginning to draw blood on her partially exposed breast. I realized the reason why she couldn't defend herself was because she had her arms bound behind her back with a series of leather straps, like some kind of weird bondage fetish.
However, between the panicked look in her eyes, the terror as she screamed, the vulnerability of her body – I caught a glimpse of why this bastard was aroused by torturing his victims. It was everything that excited a predator, and I felt ashamed that her vulnerability even excited me a little…minus the panic and terror.
It was time to end this. Now.
Rapidly, in one swift motion, I closed the distance between me and my prey, grabbing him by the throat and yanking him off his feet into the air. In his shock, he reflexively tried to stab me with his blade, but I instead snagged the back of his hand like lightning and shoved the knife straight into his heart with my inhuman strength.
He didn't even have time to scream before the life was rapidly fading from his panicked eyes, not that he would have been able to anyway with how I held him. A few seconds later, and I tossed him to the side, his body strewn awkwardly on the ground.
I then focused on the vulnerable girl lying before me, her short red hair strewn against the dirt in chaotic strands. My attack happened fast enough that I watched as her emerald eyes visibly registered that the monster who had been torturing her had unexpectedly been replaced with another. However, instead of screaming, she began crying in devastation.
I could smell it.
I could smell the brief hope she experienced leave her body as she accepted that she was going to die one way or another. She closed her eyes and turned her head away, her beautiful face twisted in grief as she sobbed.
Moved by her tears, I slowly knelt down, positioning myself so that my legs were straddling her thighs, though I wasn't actually touching her. I then reached out with a clawed hand, my black fingernails dangerously sharp, and gently touched the top of her torn blue shirt.
She flinched from the contact, sensing my fingers. "Please," she whimpered. "Please don't."
Realizing what she must think my intentions were, I gently grabbed her shirt at the chest and pulled it up to prevent her from being exposed any more than she already was. Her bra was missing, likely removed by the perp, but her torn shirt still mostly covered her up. The next biggest exposure was around her waist. She had white jeans on, but they were unbuttoned, revealing her pale pink underwear, held up only by their tightness around her butt and thighs.
The visible skin I could see on her arms and torso was already heavily bruised in most spots, except for her face surprisingly, yet I still didn't smell any blood on her other than the small cut on her chest.
Deciding to respond, I spoke quietly.
"I'm not going to hurt you," I whispered. However, despite my words, she began crying even harder, and I could smell that there was just a hint of hope lingering around her again – just a hint, since she knew I might be lying.
To emphasize my point, I concentrated hard in order to force my black fingernails to return to a normal shape. I then slowly reached down and buttoned her pants back up, carefully pulling the zipper to the top. I could smell the hope strengthen, although her fierce sobbing didn't let up.
I then carefully moved to her side, sitting beside her and cautiously placing my hand beneath her neck, gently pulling her up into a sitting position. Gabriella was still a complete mess emotionally, unable to see through her tear-filled eyes, so I lifted her into my lap and rested her head against my bare chest while I began working on freeing her arms from their bonds.
As the last strap fell to the ground, she slowly pulled her arms in front of herself and let them lay limp in her lap. I wasn't sure why I was staying at this point. I really couldn't afford for her to find out who I was, but something about her vulnerability did more than just entice me.
I was beginning to feel an emotion I had only previously felt for my sister, although it was obviously a little different since there wasn't a complicated set of emotions hidden behind it. But as I held her, I slowly began to realize that I wasn't going to be able to leave her side unless she asked me to.
Because I wanted to feel that emotion, without the extra shameful stuff associated with feeling it for the wrong person.
'No,' I silently chastised myself. 'She can't know my secret. No one can.'
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