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Escape

All he felt was a falling sensation, then a sharp pain against his back as ragged stone tore into his pale, white flesh. “Damn”, he hissed as he reeled in pain, rubbing his hand along the cuts in his back. He slowly stood up, regaining his balanced. He turned and kicked the gravestone with his thick soled leather boot slightly denting the side. That’s the last time he would fall asleep on any other gravestone that wasn’t in his family plot. Every time he did so, he awoke in pain from one source or another.

He focused his power on his form, suddenly feeling his skin begin to crawl. A roar ripped roughly from his throat as wings tore from his skin-covered back, his skin peeled off his body, and his hands snapped and stretched to form razor-sharp claws.

He hadn’t always been a demon. Yes. He was once fully human until the temptation to be released out into his own grew too much and he sold his soul. There was no other being that would ever promise him freedom as sweet sounding as the devil himself could. All his soul and heart desired was to be free from the misunderstanding of those who didn’t excepted him as he was. The memories replayed in his head, as fresh as they were when they actually occurred.

“You are not to date that girl, not as long as you’re under my roof”,his mom yelled as she fired a coffee cup his way, only to have him dodge it and have it scattered into tiny bits and pieces. “Mom, mom, listen please…..”, he said as he gently cupped her face in his hands, to get a better look into her eyes. ” I love her”, he whispered, probing with his eyes, deep into hers, as if pleading for some acceptance. She wrenched his hands off of her face, “I don’t care what you love, she’s a witch, she dose witchcraft. A Satan-worshiper”. He shrunk back as if he’d just been slapped. Looking up at her. Eyes pleading, tears welling up in their edges, he said, “You don’t really mean that, mom”.

“The hell I don’t “, she snarled with hate burning in her eyes. Soon, his eyes changed from a cold bewilderment to a hot ,fiery, full of angry and determination, he rose over his mother, shanking in anger, clenching his firsts at his sides. “It’s my life, it’s my choice, and its my future, not yours”. He roared as he stomped into his room, slamming the door shut.

A rumble grew outside as he shut his bedroom door quietly. “Damn, the man from hell has returned”, he mumbled through his teeth. He knew his mother would be standing there at the front door. So, he slipped out the back door leaving it all be hind him or so he thought. He started toward Tabitha’s, his girlfriend, house but turned off down a dark road laid with gravel and rocks.

The long street was lined with all shades of dead leaves tumbling in the wind. Each side held large 6 feet tall hedges. At the end where he turned off there was a large grave yard holding huge stones that shot out of the ground. They created a dark shadow down a path of benches. He threw his bag on the bench that looked most comfortable and got on his knees and begged for something, anything to help him just this once.

He woke up on the bench in a cold sweat. He looked around in a soft dazed rubbing his head. He shrugged and grabbed his bag telling himself he wouldn’t fall asleep in another graveyard again, little to his knowledge he had no idea what his future would bring. He went out the way he came unable to remember the path, but followed it till he came to the end street. He was only a block away from Tabitha’s home. He was happy to know he could see her in just a few moments. He felt a little dizzy coming around the corner.

There it was, a large old Georgian home with a bent in fence like dogs had been chewing at it for years. He grinned to see that maybe this would be his home for awhile til he got his own place one day. As he walked up to the large porch that looked as if the vines covered the columns to protect it somehow. He knocked on the large oak door that had strong dark brown framework with small engraving marks in it that cover the whole frame. He stood there and as the door creaked open he saw long, dark brown shiny hair fall from the small crack in the door a large boot came from the bottom and a pale yet soft face glared with a big smile from the door way.

She leaped in his arms and said sweetly, “Where have you been?” ,she let him go but held his hand leading into the warm house. ” I couldn’t come here. My parents would have looked here first”, he said convincingly with a smile to make her not worry. “You could have called me. I was so worried when your parents called to see if you were here. Your dad was furious. Then you didn’t show up I almost thought the worst”, she cupped her mouth as to cry softly but he pulled his arms around her to tell her he was fine.

A sweet smell of fresh cookies and lemonade filled the room. The delicious smell teased under his nose as he inhaled the room. The large clocks, tables, and furniture were very different from his on home. It didn’t even fit his beloved Tabitha, whom was more rough around the edges. Her sweet mother, Mrs. Anderson, Was very fond of this style of living. She was known to be the classic jewel of Olympus, Washington.

Mrs. Anderson strolled into the livingroom with a large tray of chocolate chip cookies and a big pitcher of pink lemonade. She sat down in the satin brown chair that sat in front of the kitchen doorway where she had come from. Xzavier and Tabitha sat together on the couch that was full of soft pillows.

He looked her in the eyes and said, “I don’t know where to go Tabitha”.

She sank in her seat running her hand on his hand that laid on her knee. “Well maybe you can stay here for the night at least”, she said looking now at her mom with big deep green eyes and hope in the glare.

” Just for the night”, she said with a stern voice. Mrs. Anderson had some how got the reputation of being a wicken. The town was small and close though every seemed to know everything about everyone it wasn’t true about her. Xzavier thought she was a saint. They both looked at each other and smile then kiss each other on the lips and held each other tight for a moment. He loved her more than anything. He would die for her if he had to. She was the only one that seemed to understand the pain he felt. He was so rejected for loving her just because she is different. I have to do something he thought to him self be for laying down on the bed in the spare guest room. He jumped out the room and fled down stairs where Tabitha was reading a large black book that looked very familiar to him. “You love those books don’t you?”, he asked while sitting across from her. “Of course who doesn’t love a great Vampire romance. Stephanie Meyers knew how to write these books. You just fall in love with the characters”, she was so into the books sometimes Xzavier thought she wanted to be a vampire.

He looked at her with worried eyes and laid his hand on hers, “Tabby…What am I going to do so we can be together?” She just looked into his bright crystal blue eyes. “There has to be a way”, he said with a glare of hope and trust in her. ” I know Zae..”, she called him all the time, “…but the only way I can think of is if you go see Madam Luella”. His eyes widen and a shocked look appeared on his face with a hint of confusion.

“Ok, I’ll go see her in the morning then”, he said giving her a sweet goodnight kiss and a smile swept her face.