A Devil Walking The Night

Heaven had always liked the idea of flying.

It started when she watched her mom dance on the hill near their old cabin.

However, it’s only when she got to actually dance she realized that as much as dancing was close to flying, she could also hurt or lose her wings. And she could fall—hard. Like now.

For the past fourteen years, she has been training in dance. The last seven years is when she started training professionally, though.

Now she’s in her finals. But dance just had a huge breakup with her.

She failed, which means she doesn’t get a job in the National Dance Company—her dream job—and she won’t earn a good recommendation into any other big dance companies.

She’s a rogue, once again. Always a rogue.

As much as she doesn’t want to remain a rogue forever, she has no choice but to. Seven years ago when she was only fourteen, her rogue parents were murdered, and she fled from the wolf world with a vow never to return.

She decided to stay in the human world, and even made two friends—a bestfriend and a boyfriend.

Her first months in the human world were tough. She experienced extreme brutality, sexual assaults, and several inhumane treatments until she took to sleeping near the school building with the hope that the school’s security would protect her.

That was how she heard of the scholarship audition. Then, she thought she only needed a roof above her head and food in her belly. So, she auditioned for the scholarship and surprisingly passed.

Later, she started taking it seriously. She found more joy in dancing for a professional purpose than dancing like her mother, who did it as a healing exercise.

However, once again, everything has snapped and shattered.

She knows this is what affected her dance—her anger for the world. It haunts her wherever she goes. It’s even now seeming as if the entire universe finds pleasure in frustrating her. And she doesn’t have a clue of how to fight it.

Heaven tucks the black card into the pocket of her pants before hailing a cab that takes her across the bridge.

When she arrives at her boyfriend’s studio apartment, she calls him again even though she has been doing so the entire time in the cab.

He still doesn’t pick up.

Now she stands on the last step that leads to his door, about to knock before her hand hangs in the air on hearing faint noises coming from inside. Curses. Constant body slamming body. Moans and pants.

But she can’t be too sure.

Heaven goes ahead to place the knock.

No response. The noises persist.

She knocks harder, and the noises suddenly stop.

Then, after a while, the door opens to reveal her naked boyfriend, Hector, standing akimbo and sweating profusely. He looks tired, but the first thing Heaven notices is his dick standing tall.

“Why did you not call?” he asks boorishly.

“Are you seriously asking me that? I’ve been calling you,” Heaven replies while glancing past him to the room. She finds no one else, but there’s his laptop on his bed. “Did you put the p**n so loud that you couldn’t even hear your phone ringing?”

“I guess my phone’s tucked away somewhere.” Hector shrugs.

“I was going to tell you I failed my project.”

“Well, Lulu told me that already. But why go about telling us? We weren’t the ones who asked you to chose dancing as a career.”

“Lulu?” Heaven asks, her eyes squinting with curiosity as she tries to get into the house. But Hector slides into her way, casually blocking her. “Why aren’t you letting me in?” she queries again, about to force her way in before Lulu steps out from behind the door, standing naked at Hector’s back.

“Heaven, hi,” she says nervously, her shoulders tense as she hesitantly waves at Heaven. “I didn’t expect you’d come, but it’s a good thing you did.”

Heaven analyzes the Blonde with a dirty look. “Are you guys doing what I think you’re doing?”

“Yes?” Hector chips in, then adds mockingly, “given the fact that we are in‘a boring relationship’.”

Heaven looks at Lulu with disbelief streaked on her face. She had told the girl how she was slowly losing interest in her relationship with Hector. But she thought her ‘bestfriend’ would keep such matters between them.

“That was a private thought that I trusted you with, Lulu.”

“If you want to term it as private, you should have come to me. It’s a matter of you and I, after all,” Hector scoffs. “Well, since the relationship was uninteresting, why don’t we spice it a little then? You, Lulu, and I.”

Heaven huffs. The next second, she turns and walks away, but not without hearing Lulu calling behind her.

“Come on, Heaven, don’t be a coward. It’s going to be fun!”

“Leave her be. Let her go dine with her sordid misery,” Hector spits. “I don’t need such a bad vibe with me anyway?”

Heaven looks back a couple of times, hoping her bestfriend would at least come after her. She couldn’t care less about Hector. She never even loved him and only tried to force herself to feel normal by being in a relationship, since she kept feeling like she didn’t belong in the human world.

But Lulu… Lulu was like the sister she never had. Lulu was everything to her, which is why it pains her that she would do such a thing.

It’s not about her having sex with her boyfriend behind her back. It’s more of she trying to convince her to have a threesome—even after seeing how displeased she was about it—knowing well about her history with men.

Sleeping with Hector was hard enough, let alone having one more body rubbing her. It would only remind her of those painful times when two or more men took her at once. She had just gotten over the trauma of that and doesn’t want to relive it again.

Now she is well and truly lonely, and has no one she can rely on.

Heaven approaches another apartment and sits down on the stairs leading to the door, still hoping Lulu would come after her. But seconds soon stretch to minutes, and minutes to hours. Even the weather curses her existence with striking lightening and thundering storm as the earth rumbles, heavy patters of rain flourishing all over the place and splashing on Heaven, who cares less about it.

The girl dips out the card she tucked away before, staring at the number in it as her finger slips into her mouth.

She can’t go back to the school lodge. She’ll only feel more miserable about her existence, especially when she sees the final years who passed celebrating in the lodge lobby.

No. She can’t put herself through all that.

“Ziason Father,” she mutters to herself. “As long as he’s not an Alpha, I can endure it.”

What’s there not to endure? He’s just a wolf, after all. Yes, she may meet other wolves too, and maybe even an Alpha, but it doesn’t mean she’ll be living with the latter.

She dials the number, shivering in the porch and hoping he would offer to come pick her up so she would not have to go into the rain.

“Hello?” Heaven mumbles with the phone close to her lips once Ziason picks up.

‘I’m coming to get you,’ his deep voice rumbles through the phone.

“What? You haven’t even heard what I have to say.”

Just then, a black limousine pulls up in front of the building. How the driver got it into such small street, Heaven doesn’t know. But when the tinted window winds down, she sees who is being driven.

Ziason Father.

Looking in her direction, the man slides off the pair of black shades he wore, revealing the full view of his rectangular, well-defined face to Heaven.

Her finger drops from her mouth before she could know it. Thank God she didn’t drop her phone too.

Had the man been spying on her?

Still shocked and unable to move, she watches as he opens his door, slowly stepping out while pulling free a black umbrella.

He takes gradual gaits in approaching her. For a moment, Heaven sees him walking in slow motion, the rain as mere showers of his glory.

She has never seen a man look so ethereal—not the pure, empyrean kinds that are dazzling, but the kind that seems like a spectral; the one crawling into her brains and knitting together with her wits, leaving her heady and spellbound by such a figure that has the aura of a devil walking the night.