9I've got to find a solution. . . I need to find a way to change things back, because I know there's still a bit of time left! I feel a part of my werewolf side still inside me. I have been pushing that part so deeply into the back on myself, that it stayed!
Steve not only helped me remember, but he helped me realize I was still me, deep inside.
But she can't find out, or I'll never make it. . .
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The devious pair returned to the castle just as dawn took life over the large wilderness of tall trees. The light flew, pink, from the east and hit the distant mountains to the west, illuminating the snow atop them with its vibrant color.
Sheila walked with her partner through the corridors, heading for their room. She seemed exhausted after their long night, and Ryan was also very tiered, but he didn't show it for a good reason. He needed to seem too awake to sleep just yet, for he had to find a way to escape Sheila.
"Sheila. . .I. . . I'm not tiered. I'll walk around a bit before going to sleep." Fang said carefully, a couple doors away from their room. He hoped she wouldn't notice he was lying.
"Sure thing, dear. . . good night. . ." She answered vaguely, eyes dropping as she yawned loudly. She was too tiered to notice anything at all, and Ryan let her reach the bedroom, checking she had shut the door, before daring to walk away.
He knew there had to be a library somewhere in the castle. . . the place was so rich and huge, Sheila simply had to have a collection of books and a study to read them. He nearly ran through the place, trying not to waste time, opening every door on his way.
He was at it for nearly an hour when he fell on a set of large, wooden double doors. Opening one, he entered a huge room that made his eyebrows shoot up. He was surrounded by shelves that were easily three stories high, all filled to the top with volumes that could go up to five inches in thickness.
There were a couple leather seats placed on the thick, forest-green carpet, all facing the immense windows that gave the demon a nice view of the rising sun. There were also a couple desks with a small lamp on each and comfortable wooden chairs to sit upon. Fang was sorry to see there was no repertory for all the books, which were at least two thousand in number.
He got to work immediately, admiring the wonderful ceiling, which was painted to look like a cloudy sky, and he knew it would take him a long time and a lot of luck to find a volume that spoke of his case.
And judging by the way he felt inside, he knew he did not have a lot of time, nor that much luck.
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Ryan must have gone through some fifty thick volumes by the time night fell, and he realized Sheila must be looking for him. If she found him in the library, reading books about Dark Arts and Demons, she might suspect something, so with a certain regret, put his work aside and left the beautiful library.
"I'll be back." He assured himself and the study before shutting the door. He strolled down the corridor in a way he hoped was subtle, wondering where the demoness was.
He heard her call him before he saw her.
"FANG?!" Sheila's voice flew from way around the corner, at the other end of the passage.
The demon decided it would be smarter to answer.
"Yeah, I'm here, Sheila."
She was walking in a light, rested way, grinning her pointed smile at her accomplice. Ryan sighed deeply, calming his mind, trying to appear rested as well, even if he was positively dying of exhaustion.
"We're not going outside today. . ." The female purred, running a clawed finger over his chest in a seducing manner. Her eyes had a lustful glint in them. Slightly worried, Fang raised an eyebrow.
"We're not?"
Sheila grinned, her teeth shining, deadly, and pushed the nearest door open. It revealed an unused room with a large bed in it, just waiting for the pair.
Before he knew what was happening, Ryan received and inviting kiss from the demoness, which he returned with unnatural desire. Something animal in him, a part he had always suppressed, emerged, triumphant. It ordered to make the female his, to give in to the desire. . .
What chance did he have against lust? Fang gave in without a fight, pushing Sheila into the room, all the way to the bed, where he jumped on top of her, his eyes shining.
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The next morning found Ryan lying on the bed, next to the female, who was sleeping soundly, relaxing after their previous night. He was wide awake, trying to contain the terror that was surging through his entire being.
What had he done? He had give in to a wild, untamed part of him he had always fought to keep quiet. He shouldn't have given into it like that: it meant he had lost control, and he had sworn to himself he would NEVER loose control.
But at the same time, the presence of that savage side proved that he was still himself, and he had hope left! That part of him was there long before he became a demon, and even if he hated it, because it made him an animal, it would be the thing that would save him.
His mind ravage with guilt, confusion and tiny rays of hope, Ryan very slowly took the covers off himself, rising from the messy bed. He looked around the room, spotting the clothes he had wildly thrown aside in the night, and got into them.
Then he made his way out the bedroom, easily finding the road back to the study. He thought of eating something, but the knot in his stomach thought otherwise, so he decided to just continue his research, in hope of finding something that day.
The library was quiet, comforting place, filled with possibilities and solution and soon, Ryan felt better inside. He read a couple passages in a dusty volume about how werewolves were monsters that could not control themselves and he felt he couldn't agree more. But then another book contradicted his thoughts by saying that some werebeasts that lived normal lives, surrounded by humans, going as far as living in cities and working normal jobs. It mostly depended on a werecreature's upbringing, what he was taught to believe in and what world he lived in.
Fang thought it amazing that he had made an effort to be civilized, seeing as how his parents had left him when he was a baby.
Running a hand through his silvery hair, the man continued reading with heavy eyes.
Finally he fell upon a very old, leather-bound book that contained an ancient text about the Devil. It seemed that Sheila had read it beforehand, because here were notes in the margin written in what Fang was sure was her writing. Fang was guessed that it was in this book that she found how to invoke the Devil to sell her soul.
He was about to read an obviously interesting passage when the large windows in the room exploded. Debris and glass flew everywhere, and the werewolf jumped aside, protecting his head from the projectiles. He was clutching the book, and when he heard an angry growl nearby, he thrust it under an armchair for safekeeping.
Jumping up, Ryan saw five men facing him. By their scent and grizzly look, he figured they were werewolves.
"You will pay for what you have done to the cities. No one gets away with breaking the Rules." One snapped in a deep voice. Before Fang could reply, they all jumped onto him, withdrawing daggers and revolvers.
The demon did not even fight back: his cruel, battling nature had vanished the moment he had seen Steve days before, and in his present confusion, not even his werewolf side could react.
Thankfully, the wooden doors flew open and Sheila leaped inside like a hurricane, pushing all five men back with a single move. Some hit shelves and books came raining down. One shelf swayed and came crashing to the floor, lifting amazing amounts of dust into the air.
Grabbing the book he had stowed away, Fang ran for the broken windows, and jumped out into the forest, where he started to run without another thought.
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