Untouchable

Chapter 6 I Want You 

“I don’t want you to be my fan. I want you to be mine.“–Emme Rollins 

Kiya 

Black, misting air formed a perimeter around my private sanctity to prevent any stray form of light from penetrating. Silent and dancing to a silent tune, it traps me in a mobile sea of nothingness. Tangible bodies didn’t exist besides mine, and yet, it brought no comfort. Everywhere I turn, my bedroom items fade behind the haze of obsidian. Sounds of the outside world muffled against the barrier, trapping me in a dome of sensory–deprivation. Only my breathing is heard, rapidly falling from equilibrium. 

The billow of blackened wisps hovering over my bed moved, slithering in the air like a boa constrictor eyeing its prey. Vibrant red eyes rake over my form with anticipation, as if it’s trying to spot a weakness. Slowly, it slithered to my face, leaving a small space between us. 

“Relax, my Little Moon.” Osiris hissed with his deep, velvet–like voice. “I won’t hurt you. That is, if you don’t give me a reason to.” 

“You’re supposed to be dead…” I whispered, pressing the back of my head further against my door. A heavy weight settled over my body, trapping me under the gaze of the devil I thought burned with the abandoned asylum. “How…. 

“It will take more than a burning building to get rid of me, my sweet.” The mass giggled. I felt sensations of fingers tracing my skin on my arms, trailing toward the nape of my neck. “You and I have unfinished business 

we need to take care of.” 

“There’s nothing between us. Get your fucking hands off me.” Snarling, I tried to wave the smoke away with my hand, but it didn’t work. Instead of dissipating like normal, it remained. My flailing hand only passed through the mass, failing to strike force against it. “W–What…!” 

“I applaud you for trying to get rid of me, but let’s be candid. I have more tricks up my sleeve besides this, my deanly fitting for us to meet when I’m intangible. Don’t want to cause attention to me from your fellow 

It’s 

mutts.” 

“How did you get on this land?” I questioned, my expression stony and stoic. I cannot show any weakness to my enemy. “Slipping under the noses of werewolves is a feat few can accomplish.” 

“Luckily, I’m one of those lucky few.” Osiris chuckled. I felt his ‘hands‘ move back down my arms, striking icy chills into my spine. My body involuntarily shivered as powerful sensations rocketed through my body. They demanded my submission and obedience. It’s mind–numbing. “In this form, I carry no scent, so the dogs can’t sniff me out. But then again, vampires don’t carry a scent as werewolves do.” 

“You’re a hybrid, though.” 

“The wolf side of me is dead, thus carrying my scent with it. My vampire side takes precedence, thus granting me the qualities of full–blooded vampires. Do you know what that means?” A curly strand of my hair suddenly lifted, pulled, and snapped back like a spring. “I can be anywhere and everywhere around you and you won’t have a clue. How exciting is that?” 

“Cut the crap, Osiris.” Finally regaining the strength in my body, I push myself off the door. “What the hell do 

you want?” 

1/4 

Osiris knows all about me. 

You suffered for years. Years of maltreatment that would make the very gods in heaven weep. How many times have they have decorated this pretty skin in a colorful assortment of black and purple? Scars decorated this beautiful brown as eternal reminders of your hurt. How many times has your 

throat burned and seared from with your screaming? From your begging? How is it fair that you continue to carry the burden of this pain while they carry none? Don’t you think you deserve better than them, my dear?” 

I hate this. I positively hate this. How is Osiris making sense? Yes, for the longest time, I’ve believed that sentiment; it’s not fair that I’m forced to carry the after–effects of my abuse. Sleepless nights riddled with torment, the darkness of depression gripping at my throat with every minute of my life, evil thoughts that bombard me with bullets and grenades of self–worthlessness, guilt, pain, and endless days where I’ve contemplated taking my life whilst ignoring the plans Selene had for me. 

Why am I the one who suffered for years while everyone lived their fruitful lives? I hated everyone for a long time and deep down, I still do. My treatment was unfair. They robbed me of happiness, of a normal childhood, innocence, and adolescence. They took so much away from me… 

I heard Osiris’s breath hitched in excitement. “The gears in your mind are turning, my sweet. Deep down, underneath all that morality, you agree. The injustice persisted for many years and no one paid for their mistake. They’re no better than the humans who sell their children into slavery or beat them with an inch of their lives because they spilled milk on the dining room table. Wouldn’t it be fun to exact revenge?” 

“Don’t listen to him!” Artemis screamed in my ear, splitting the haze of darkness in my mind into 

two. “You’re better than that, Kiya. Pain is an endless cycle where nobody wins. Don’t fall for his sickly sweet words. Osiris is evil. Protect yourself!” 

“I’m not depraved like you, Osiris.” I snapped back, regaining the reigns of my resolve once more. Like hell, I’ll let this beast manipulate me. “What I do, and why I do it, is none of your concern. Do yourself a favor and keep your nose out of my business. I’m of the light, not of the darkness, and you’ll never put me there.” 

“Never say never.” Osiris sighed, stretching himself above me, but continues to restrain me. “I’d be careful around these parts, Kiya. You have a traitor in your midst. Friends will turn into enemies, and the darkness will cast a shadow upon the dogs. No matter the amount of light you see in them, all have darkness. And it will come out to play again, only this time, their target is much stronger.” 

“And no one will save you this time. Not even your precious Alpha.” 

In the blink of an eye, the darkness dissipated and sunlight illuminates my room in a golden glow. Osiris is gone, taking his haze of smoke within him. I shot up from my bed with a hand pressed over my heart, trying to calm it down with my breathing. It’s unreal that happened, but it did. It fucking did. What kind of trouble did I land myself in now? 

you okay?” My wolf asked me worryingly. “I can take over for a while if you need it.” 

-Hey are yo “Hey, 

“No, I’m fine. Thanks for the offer though, Art.” Running a hand through my hair, I planted my feet on the bedroom floor. Osiris is a pervasive man who left me with more questions than answers. What did he mean by there is a traitor amongst us? Darkness will cast a shadow over this pack? And what does he know about 

Darien that I don’t? 

One thing’s for certain, however. Osiris is fluttering about. He’s infiltrated Zircon Moon, and no one knows. Except me. 

His eyes are solely on me. 

Examining my hand, very faint wisps of black and red permeated between my fingers. I’m convinced it’s from Osiris‘ influence; it’s the only reason for it, right? Summoning a small smidgen of my powers, my heart calmed at the sight of blue and white. I’m still me. I’m not darkness, no matter what he says. But how his sinister words caressed the darker side of me concerned me greatly. 

I’m in danger. More danger than I realized. 

But from who? 

The Zircon Moon pack or myself? 

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Halloween Special – I Am The Bad Guy 

Osiris – Directly Speaking to You 

You are fooling yourself if you don’t think you have a dark side. 

Everyone has a dark side. Every man, woman, human, and creature. You choose not to reveal it. Hidden underneath all that probity is evil incarnate. It brews and simmers, roaring to life with all the negative thoughts you have and the negative actions you make. 

Humans are the worst of them all. All the world’s ills and maltreatment are attributed through their darker sides. They lust for power over others, motivated by greed, and will sacrifice their loved ones for the tiniest morsel of control. Humanity is fucked up and no one can tell me otherwise. 

But inhuman creatures are not exempt from this notion. In ancient times, many species have gone to war over their lust for control. Blindly believing themselves to be the superior race and that all others should bow and kiss their toes. Sound familiar? At the moment’s weakness, they’ll slaughter innocents to maintain their corrupt sense of balance. 

Hybrids, unfortunately, are often the victims of their misdealing. How many of my kind lost their lives because a full–blooded mutt or fanged leech thought their existence was undeserved? How many deformed fishes or blackened sorceresses beheaded or drowned them? How many of this earth’s supernaturals got rid of their amalgams for breathing? 

Perhaps that’s what they like. That’s how those damned creatures sleep at night or get themselves off at the thought; killing innocent hybrids as they reach their self–pleasure, exploding in ecstasy as their minds fill with images of spilled hybrid blood. 

Hybrids like myself suffer under the supremacy of these stupid, pompous supernaturals. It’s time they’re knocked down a peg. 

Hmm. It’s interesting to delve deep into the minds of man and beast and find what makes them tick. What motivates them to do what they do? It’s far from rocket science if you’re not someone like me. 

But I’ve said too much. Apophis always said that the darkness of man and beast is the most delicious discovery of them all. They all preach peace and acceptance when really, they cannot stomach the fact that someone different than them mingles with them. How many times will history provide proof of that notion? 

Human history is drenched in blood. Supernatural history is drenched in blood. Different species, same 

attitude. Neither are so different from one another. 

Therefore, it’s my job to set things straight. 

Don’t worry! I’m not that bad of a guy! I allow those around me to freely express their darkest desires uninhibited. Don’t you feel it? The darkness crawling to the center of your mind, whispering in your car as it begs to see the world outside of its prison? 

then who’s 

I’m sure you wish to take revenge on wronged you; who’ve hurt, abused, and broken your trust. There are people in your life who don’t deserve the air they breathe, but because of your misguided sense of morality and goodness, you choose not to avenge what you’ve lost. 

Instead, you pick forgiveness, as if that’ll erase your pain. As if it’ll somehow change the other person who, 

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consciously, hurt you.. 

How does it feel to be a fool? A stupid person? An idiot? Because I’m sure that’s what most of you are. You hide behind the light while ignoring the growing malevolence behind you. The more you feed the light, the more the darkness grows. 

After all, those who have the brightest of lights have the strongest darkness. 

Wouldn’t it feel good to delve into your true nature? To hurt without consequence? To maim? To kill? 

Apophis beckons you. The Great Serpent God beckons you to not hurt any longer. My Lord beckons you to unleash hell on all those who deserve it. On those who’ve delivered the smallest blow to your fragile human heart. 

Assuming most of you are human. 

How many of you men were taught to never hit a woman, even if she brutalizes you? How many of you were taught that only the strong survive? How many of you were taught that crying is for ‘sissies‘ and to ‘not be like a girl“? Even worse, how many of you men were taught to never harm or disrespect your superiors even as they’re hurting you? 

Now, you women. Oh, how the world hasn’t been kind to you because of the sex you were born with. How many of you women were taught a boy likes you if they hurt you? How many of you were undervalued for your skills because you have female genitalia? How many of you were abused, broken, and even had the despicable done to you because you were taught to not fight back? To surrender? 

No matter who you are or what you identify as, you were hurt. You were beaten and broken. Your heart is as fragile as glass, and many will drop and dance on its pieces as you weep. And yet, you look the other way and not break the person who broke you. 

Morality is an illusion. 

There’s no such thing as goodness. 

Only darkness and pain. 

Darkness is eternal. Once you have a taste of its purest state, you lose yourself. Wouldn’t it be amazing to shed these expectations and succumb to it? It’s marvelous. 

I wouldn’t let you suffer, my dears. I wouldn’t allow you to go through such pain if you follow my cause. You’d have the freedom to express and the freedom to hurt others. No more hiding, no more turning the other cheek! 

You’d be your true self, 

Beautiful. Dark. Seductive. Unstoppable. 

Unhinged. 

That is what I need her to be. She has the power to bring all the mutts to their knees. For when their time. comes, they will come groveling at her feet and begging for forgiveness. She’s a goddess in her own right, and 

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oh, she’ll be beautiful. 

Even now, as I watch her sleep, my mind floods with images of her extravagant beauty once dipped in darkness. At how much command she’ll have over the werewolves with her might of the Moon Goddess. Not. even that stupid woman will stop what is to come. 

Kiya. The beautiful avatar who has enough anger and hatred to shatter lives. Of course, like a fool, she tries to hide it. But let’s be real here. She wishes she could destroy Zircon Moon in its entirety. She wishes to avenge her lost inner child; her stolen innocence and broken adolescence. Is it right that she must deal with the jerks who suffer no repercussions for tossing her headfirst in hellfire? 

That is where I come in. 

Whether or not she knows it, she needs me. She needs someone to tell her it’s okay to feel hatred. It’s okay to feel like she wants to hurt people. It’s okay to want to walk in the blood of those who walked on hers. 

It’s okay. 

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Even the moon has a dark side. 

I run my knuckles along her still cheek, savoring her warmth. They found themselves in her curls afterward; in one springy obsidian coil after another. I can smell the darkness brewing deep within her, reaching out to claim their one true love. 

And I will have her. I must have her.. 

She’s the key to my success and the harbinger of the world’s fall. 

No matter the obstacles in my way, it won’t stop me. It won’t stop me from claiming the woman in my bed as mine. And I do intend to claim her in so many ways. She deserves someone like me. 

Not to worry about that pathetic Alpha. He’ll never have what never belonged to him. He ruined his chance. And I’ll see that he suffers under the weight of his sins. 

Him, his father, and the rest of their accursed bloodline. 

Chaos is a storm that will consume all that get close. It’ll be a bumpy ride. 

And I’m taking you along the journey of beautiful darkness. 

Because I am the bad guy. 

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There is always a part that would want others to suffer as you have. The difference is willingness to become the monsters that you loathe I would never want to be the monster that brings pain to others…. 

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