Page 13 of Homecoming: The Devil's Society

Playfully, I joke, “You were the one that distracted me, mister.” Winking at him as I finish the sentence.

He grabs his bat and follows behind. As we leave the shed, he turns the light off and closes the door behind us.

“Oh, little bat. You are in so much trouble later.”

Sticking my tongue out, I giggle. “Good, I hope so!” His face is slightly amused by my antics while looking equally confused.

Before I can continue to bug him, he stops. My hand pulls on his, but he doesn’t move. Instead, looking up toward the house. As I turn my head, I follow his eyes in the same direction.

Nate.

His dad is standing in a pair of dark slacks and a knitted sweater, looking down at us from the second-story balcony. Breaking the silence of our staring, his voice is firm and his words are minimal, “They are ready.”

After my dad speaks, he heads back inside, leaving Rain and I still in the yard, alone again.

Her reaction to everything has confused me.

She wanted to help me.

I’ll never understand why, but it felt so fucking good cutting her leg. Her beautiful crimson red blood beading at the opening of the shallow cut. As the wound filled with more blood, it became heavy enough to slide down, decorating her pale skin.

Fucking intoxicating.

It hypnotized me.

I needed to touch it. Play with it. Mark her with it.

But how I was able to stop, I don’t understand.

Perhaps I do have some self-restraint when it comes to her, after all.

She didn’t know I had control over myself, but she still let me cut her. Just to get a fucking taste of what I’ve been craving.

Rain Sinclair is a better person than I could ever be.

This withdrawal is a new feeling. Building for months.

At first it was sporadic, momentary urges which quickly subsided.

It continued to build each time I thought about it, pictured slicing a person's throat, having warm blood coating my skin, and my mouth would water.

The thoughts became more frequent. To the point where we were yesterday, as she sucked me off.

It would have been a beautiful sight, Rain on her knees, my cock in her mouth, with blood gushing out of her mouth. My little bat.

Now that I am home, back in Vail, with my dad and this crazy society shit. I will never have to go without for months again.

My demons will become my friends again and not my enemies.

Elijah Sinclair is home.

“I will have more questions about everything. But not tonight,” her voice whispers as her breath evaporates into the cool mountain air.

I don’t respond. It’s not needed. Instead, I take the lead back and begin to walk us toward the house.

Entering through one of the back patio doors, we are immediately placed in my dad’s office.

Taking a deep breath in, everything is still so familiar. The brown leather couch is still where I saw it last, but before it is a new glass coffee table. His large, dark wooden desk is the same, with built-in shelves behind it lining the wall. The carpet is new,along with the light fixtures decorating the space. But the smell is the same.

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