Growing Up – Part Two
High School – Year Two
Christmas – Kuro

I met her in a dream. I met a three year old in a dream; after I had gotten her brother killed. They were both babies, and yet I watched her grow…I couldn’t help myself but to watch her grow, she was beyond beautiful, even as a little girl. I wanted her to control me. I wanted to be hers.

I needed to be hers in every way, shape, and form. Even if she only wanted what I could give her; the protection I had to give her.


Ever since Cross had joined our odd-ended team; a team made up of two humans, a Pegasus, a hunter, and a girl with strange powers not even I understood; everyone has been on edge, especially Eric and I. I hated Cross just as much, if not more than Eric, but I was also well breed and knew how not to act around him. While Eric was glaring at him every time he was in the room, I would smile and nod my head appropriately; we beat it out back home every night. He didn’t need to hear those fights.


“You touch one hair on her head and I’ll slaughter you!” My voice was rough and harsh, and I spat the words at him, forcing myself up from the kitchen table. Flick, the topic of our argument was sound asleep in my bed. Cross had once again started the topic of what we should do with her, like she was some weapon of mass destruction. I wanted to punch him; I wanted to murder this worthless prick who simply stared blankly up at me with those dark eyes of his.

“You know that I wouldn’t harm her unless I saw reason fit.” He responded to me without moving any from his spot, and while he voice was deep and well controlled he couldn’t hide that accent. That fucking accent which drove Flick insane, I loathed him and that accent.

“And just exactly what ‘do’ you see fit? I can keep her under control!” I spat back at him, wanting to scream louder than his accent rang in my mind.

“Yeah, you’ve been doing a wonderful job of that now, haven’t you?” He responded in his smug calm accented voice, and I had to hold myself back to drawing my hand across his face, so I made do with screaming quietly to myself and stomping off, he muttered after me, “You’re going to wake the girl.” Then he was silent too.

We had spent the entire afternoon over at Eric’s apartment talking about our plans for Christmas; we agreed that the day before Christmas Eve I would drive Flick to her step-dad’s lake house and stay somewhere near by keeping watch. Then I would pick her up Christmas night to bring her back home. We all prayed it would go well, but we all knew this was highly unlikely with her new family.


The day before Christmas Eve was finally here, and as I helped her load her stuff into the car she sat in the passenger seat waiting for me. I slammed the trunk closed and made my way to the driver’s seat.

The entire trip was quiet, and I knew she had a lot on her mind, everyone did. No one was stupid or oblivious to the situation, and yet she tried so hard to keep it covered. While she had been busy helping Eric through his drunken mother, her own mother had gone off to marry an abusive controlling half breed. While he wasn’t as dangerous as a full blooded immortal, he had all the strength and none of the control.

Everyone knew about this except Chris, and Eric was happily blind to the signs.


I dropped her off, took her in my arms for a long embrace before kissing her softly on the cheek; just to watch her blush at my touch, and then waved good bye and drove to my hiding place. I would be staying at the old pool house down by the lake; no one would be stupid enough to want to go near it in this weather, and that was just perfect.

I set myself up there, made sure my cell phone was fully charged and had signal; it was perfect. I turned it off and lay down for the long three days ahead of me. Of course the only thing I could do now was to think, and the only thing I could think about was her.


She had no idea how well she had blossomed in this past year. While she still wasn’t the woman from the first night we met in her dreams, she was getting too close for comfort. I knew others were starting to watch her as she walked through the hallways, and I also knew she wouldn’t have that innocent mind much longer. I also knew more than anything else that when she cried out in the middle of the night for something more, I would be the one to satisfy her, not Eric and most definitely not Cross.

She had turned 16 this most recent summer, and so I knew she was starting to explore the idea of dating…or was she even capable of that? In her dreams she was happy to just sit and think, and never about the idea of being intimate with a boy. Was something of her kind even able to be intimate with a boy? They had no reason to reproduce that I knew of, but then again the only other one I had known died at birth. It was very possible that she had sexual needs and desires.

I blushed at the thought, and shock the image of her naked body from my mind. I couldn’t allow myself to be this attached to my assignment because that was wrong and would lead me instantly to death. Yet here I wanted her to beg out in the night for me, and wanting to answer her. I knew exactly how I wanted it to happen to, the moment I proclaimed my love and desire for her.

I wanted to be watching her as she slept, like I did almost every night. I wanted to see her mutter my name in her sleep, like she often did already, and then I wanted to lean towards her slowly and feel her lips against my own for a moment before locking her against me. I wanted to pull myself onto the bed on top of her, and I wanted her to cling back to me and I would hold myself tightly against her naked body; the only thing between us being the covers.

I let my head fall slightly to stare at the spot between my legs; I could feel the irritating tightness of my pants as my erection grew, and I growled at myself for letting myself get carried away in thought. I was supposed to be perfect, or at least better than humans. Then again I guess I was, I would never take advantage of her sleep like many other would, I’d wait for her to bed, and then I’d be the best damn thing she’d ever have.

I let my hands play with the button and zipper of my pants for a moment before unzipping them slowly; then again others could argue that immortals were supposed to be worse than humans, in which case I wouldn’t argue at this point. I felt the strange tightness disappear, and held my head back as a soft moan escaped my lips.

She’d never know, because if she ever found out everyone else higher than me would know, and then we’d both be killed; her for power, me for falling for that power. I would never fall in love with a mortal anyway, I couldn’t let that happen…and yet here I was.


I was awoken the next morning by a male screaming and my heart instantly began to race. I fumbled for my cell phone and dialed the numbers almost too quickly. Cross answered quickly enough and I didn’t even wait for an answer, the second the phone clicked I yelled as quickly and quietly as I could into my cell.

“Get over here now!”

I hung the phone up without thinking, stuffed it into my pant pockets and quickly pulled them up as I stood, zipping and buttoning them as I ran out of the pool house towards the main home. There was a gunshot as I got closer, and a female scream; it wasn’t Flick’s and for that I thanked God, but it was someone around her age and my heart dropped again, it was probably her step-dad’s daughter.

I got to the back door quick enough and busted it from the hinges as I broke in. There in the far back room, the master bed room, the four people were. Flick was in the back of the group, terrified yet obviously happy to see me; shirtless, and standing there with my slightly longer than shoulder length white hair lose against my body. In front of her were an older woman, Alice; her adopted mother, and a younger woman, who was her older step-sister. Against the ground in front of the only other man in the room was the unrecognizable body of a girl who had been around Flick’s age.

He stood, with nothing but torn jeans on, at least six feet tall with a large shot gun in his hand. Blood was splattered across his chest and arms; he had shot his daughter at point blank, and the walls were splattered with blood.

I didn’t have time to think, or speak, or anything, and before I knew it he had the shotgun pointed at me; a sickly grin plastered to his face. He muttered something about ‘Happy Holidays’ but I obviously was too busy to pay attention. I couldn’t help but grin back, I was immortal, I’d been shot plenty of times before…this wouldn’t kill me… but Flick didn’t know that, and her look of horror made this obvious.


I was never supposed to fall for her like this; but who was I kidding? The second I met her for the first time, even if it was only the imaginary adult form she would one day become, I fell for her. She was too beautiful, too smart, and too perfect for anyone not to fall for her. And I wanted her, more than anyone would ever be allowed to know, more than she would ever be allowed to know, but she’d be mine the moment I died. The second this life was no longer my own she’d be mine and only mine, I swear it.