Slightly Demonic and Dangerously Evil [Chapter Four]

"F*CK!" Derrick yelled to Electra's disappearing body.
"What now?" Ben asked.
"We go get her." Derrick answered heatedly shooting his body into the sky leaving the others to follow behind him.

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She flew up until her senses could see everywhere, feel everything, taste everything. This was good, she thought to herself. She dived down in a headlong dive, towards the moving cars. She flew above them, and then flew down lower till she was right between the lanes. Bringing her wings in closer to her body she hurled down the space between the cars, leaving blazing horns in her wake.

She closed her eyes and let her new found senses take over her flight and just smelled the air. She stretched her arms out running her fingers over car doors, and leaving behind empty places behind.

"ELECTRA!" Her name ripped across the sky, danced along the buildings and reverberated into her body like a powerful flame. She angled her body upward, soaring towards the open sky and leaving the Windy City in her dust. She spread her wings out further, gliding along the wind.

"ELECTRA!" her name came again to her, disrupting her peaceful moment. She soared up higher and then closed her wings, letting herself drop towards the ground, just when she would have crashed; she opened them again, and glided along the momentum that she’d just built. "ELECTRA!" there was more voices now, circling in her mind, biting into her soul. She felt pain erupt into her body again.

She was loosing her hunger.
She slowed her pace, and let herself drop to the ground, her feet landing lightly on the cool pavement. She fell to her knees again, felt her bones push out and then pull in. She screamed to the night wrapping her arms around her middle. She felt the weight of her wings disintegrate, felt the skin on her back close. She looked down at her naked body—her clothing had ripped when she changed the first time—and saw that she was back to pale ivory.

What she couldn’t understand was why this was happening now. It wasn’t supposed to happen until her seventeenth birthday, which was four days away. She heard the sound of wings, felt the vibration of feet on pavement and then Derrick was in her peripheral vision.

"Derrick," She whispered his name, and reached a hand up to touch his cheek and gasped as she felt the seven knives on her back slide inside her skin. "I hurt." She whispered to him. She could still here the pounding of peoples’ hearts and felt her teeth elongate, her canines growing until they touched her bottom lip. She shook her head trying to shake away the blood lust but only managed in hurting herself more.

"I know sweetheart," Derrick whispered. He lifted her off the ground cradling her body in his arms. "Lets get you home." He said shooting into the sky, his wings beating out behind him.

She lost track of time, the last thing she could remember was Derrick, laying her in bed, and then the light closed from her mind and she was asleep.