Chapter 13

Two years later… 2019

'If one more thing goes wrong today, I will go on a killing spree.' I thought with a sigh as I stepped out of my car and walked towards the front door of my building, just wishing someone would piss me off any more than I already was.

"You look like you're about to raze a colony," Sam said, taking a step back away from the elevator doors when he saw the scowl on my face that I didn't even bother trying to hide.

"I do not believe there is such a thing as a colony anymore, Alastair, but if there were, I would destroy it if given a chance."

"What put you in this mood?" He asked as he followed me into my office and sat across from me at my desk, watching me as if he expected me to explode at any given moment.

"Oh, where should I start? I got a flat tire, and I was too pissed off to gauge my strength correctly, so I broke the jack. I was on a busy street during rush hour, so I couldn't very well use my power to pick the car up. So, I had to call roadside assistance and had no choice but to sit and wait until they arrived, which was over two hours, by the way.

Then, the media outlets got the news that I was stranded on the side of the road, so I had to do multiple roadside interviews, as I couldn't very well ignore them while simultaneously having no way of escaping." I growled as I sat down in my chair, putting a hand over my eyes as I shook my head.

"That sounds like a trying morning, but look on the bright side..." Sam said, trailing off when I slammed my hand down on the desk, narrowing my eyes as I glared at him.

"They asked me about our acquisition of shares in Godwin's company, which means someone is telling the media about our dealings before we are ready to make them public, Alastair."

"Oh, that's fantastic."

"Yes, it is wonderful, wonderful news that sets us back months. So, what bright side should I be looking on, pray do tell?"

"You get to see Bastet today," Sam responded with a sheepish grin, knowing all too well how the news would make me feel.

"Yes, I suppose you're right," I said, trying to act as if I hadn't been quite literally counting down the days for the last six months since the last time I'd gone to check on her. Getting to see Bast was a semi-annual milestone that I could look forward to, even if the rest of my year were absolutely dreadful.

"Do you suppose?" Sam countered, his grin growing broader as I tried and failed to hide how much I was looking forward to seeing her.

"You're pressing it, Alastair," I warned, holding back a laugh as he held up his hands in a show of surrender, then backed slowly out of my office, making sure not to allow his eyes to leave me until the door was closed.

'I don't know why I try to hide it. He knows how I feel about her. He always has.' I thought as I began sorting through the forms on my desk, doing everything I could to keep my mind occupied, so I wouldn't look up at the clock and count down the minutes until Bast would come home from school.

It felt like I spent multiple eons, just waiting for two-thirty to come along so I could leave, as I knew Bast would be getting home from school, just as I would arrive. So, the second I saw the minute hand hit the six, I stood from behind my desk and grabbed my jacket, not wasting a single second before leaving.

'You would think I wouldn't be so excited to see the girl who has done everything in her power to make me believe she couldn't care less about me.' I thought as I sat behind the wheel and started my drive towards Bast's house, groaning as I hit mid-day traffic.

Although Bast did everything she could to try to hide it, I knew she liked when I came to visit her, as her eyes would turn the most beautiful shade of light green every time she opened the door to find me standing on the porch.

As I pulled my car to the curb, I could hear that Bast was indeed already home but had another in her room with her. I could tell immediately from the scent that it was a teenage boy, but rather than over-reacting, I waited, as I didn't know what the situation was.

'Don't overreact. It could be a friend or a study partner and not a boyfriend of some sort.' I told myself, though I already knew it wasn't a mere friend. I could hear them kissing. A sound that drove me nearly to the brink of insanity. That boy was doing something I could only dream of doing for years now, with the woman I could not stop thinking about for almost two decades.

"Come on, Bast, what are you afraid of? I like you, and I know you like me." The boy said, the sound of his amusement making me snarl aloud in disgust.

"Jacob-" Bast said but stopped, making me stop in my tracks as I was opening my car door, as I didn't know why she'd stopped until I heard a zipper. "Jacob, I can't," she said, making a noise of struggle as it seemed she was trying to force him to stop. "Stop it, Jacob! Please!"

"Why are you fighting me, Bast?" The boy mumbled but didn't seem to particularly care about the answer since I could tell he wasn't stopping as I climbed the tree in the backyard because I didn't have the patience to walk through the front door. Not to mention, disposal would be easier if only Bast and I knew of it.

The moment I saw the teenage boy on top of Bast, trying to force himself on her, I could not stop myself from lunging towards him, pushing him on the ground, and sinking my fangs as deep into his throat as I could.

I reveled in the sound of his scream of pain as I made his death as painful as I could, keeping my fangs in his wound, moving them back and forth as I drank, knowing he could feel every single horrible moment of it until his heart gave up, and he died.

Once I finished my meal, I stood and walked towards Bast. I leaned down, taking her chin in my hand, forcing her to look up into my eyes, keeping my fangs elongated so that she could see the blood of her would-be rapist coating my teeth and lips.

"You are mine, Bast. You'd do well to remember that." I whispered as I licked the blood off my lips. "No other man may take your innocence but me," I said, looking down at her nearly naked form, wishing I could do all the things I knew she wanted me to do to her and then some.

"Yes, Damien," Bast whispered in response, covering herself in the sheet, and looking over at the body of Jacob with a whimper. Her heartbeat thumping so loud, I found it worrisome.

"You were so good for the last five years. Now three months before your birthday, you decide to act out?" I asked her, watching as she refused to make eye contact with me. 'You weren't great, per se, but you did nothing like this. What the hell were you thinking, letting this boy into your room, especially when your parents aren't home?' I wanted to say this aloud, but it would have sounded more like a scolding, which I feared would make me seem more like a father figure, which was the last thing I wanted her to see me as.

"I tried to tell him I couldn't," Bast responded as she stood, holding the sheet as tightly as she could, walking past me to grab a change of clothes before going to the bathroom, shutting the door much harder than needed, telling me that she was not in the least bit happy that I'd killed her friend.

'You can be upset all you wish, Bastet, but alas, I do not care. You are mine and mine alone. I'll be damned if I let another man have you. Especially a little boy like that.' I thought as I looked down at the boy, smiling when I saw the look of horror and pain that was forever frozen on his face. 'I guess it's just too bad that you picked the wrong one, isn't it?'