Devils Roses 01 - Cursed

most pronounced snap, as the control was lost and the monster emerged.
    He shouted and then his fists came down on the couch. They came down hard, making screams match the fury they hit with. His arms moved like a madman's clawing and hitting.
    He was going to shift in front of them. I knew it wasn't entirely his fault. He had been desperately trying to contain the beast inside, but his history had proven he could not. He had made the mistake of thinking, he would be able to have a normal life.
    I winked myself inside to see the madness. The inhabitants of the room could not see me, as they covered themselves completely. I watched the horror show of Peter raging at the couch and the people curling against each other. A mom tried to protect her two small children. She used her body as a shield.
    Peter’s face grew distorted, as his head shivered and shook.
    His rage was bringing out the beast. He literally would not be human within seconds.
    I leapt forward, not even worrying about whether I was seen or not. I touched Peter's quivering shoulder. I smiled down at the small child on the couch, who peeked up at me from under his mom's bleeding arm. He smiled through the tears when his eyes met mine. I watched as lips formed the word, “Angel”.
    I winked quickly, removing Peter and myself from the house, before I was seen by anyone beyond the small child. Outside in the alley, Peter tried to fight me, but once I let my hands have what they wanted, he was frozen. I sucked him dry in seconds, before anyone would see. I left his body on the ground outside of the apartment.
    Peter’s body would remain in human form, long enough for the medical examiner to rule it a heart attack. His body wouldn’t decay the way a regular human would, but he would be buried or burned before then. I wondered what I would decay into if I were able to die. It was the one thing I envied in them, all of them. I could kill them, but nothing could take me from my existence? I left my pain in the alley with his.
    I was back on the street again in an instant, walking down the road. I felt the adrenaline I got from him, bouncing around inside me. They gave me a better soul separation high than innocents, they were just harder to find. Bad humans were everywhere. The Roses didn’t like me taking humans though. They wanted me to govern the way I was trained to.
    I looked down at my boots, clicking on the street. I wondered what it was about them that made me feel sexy. I had contemplated it over and over many times in my new life. Boots made me feel sexy, and it was a mystery beyond everything else, as to why. For me, there was strength in a pair of boots, like a super power.
    I had started wearing them when I first got trained to be a Rose. When Lydia had saved me from the alley and the starvation.
    The click of them made me happy.
    My sister had always worn them.
    I blocked that thought out of my mind. I wasn’t that girl anymore. I didn’t have a sister anymore. I had to let them all go.
    I smiled to myself, feeling good about my night. I knew I had made a difference. I didn’t think about the soul I had taken. I tried not to think about it, once the choice was made.
    I liked to think about the survivors.
    I had decided I was a warrior for the innocent. I had decided that being a death dealer didn’t have to involve sucking good people dry. I decided it was time someone defended the innocent from the evil. It was better to be known for killing out of control monsters, than innocent people. Luckily, it had turned out I wasn’t alone in my pursuit, and had found people I belonged with. Or rather, they had found me. I fingered my platinum ring as I walked down the street.
    I jumped on the subway and tried to blend in. I hoped my eyes weren’t still glowing.
    The subway ride was exactly the sort of mindless activity I craved, when I was scouting for trouble. It was monotonous, until the group of men a few seats away, started to harass the pretty waitress near me. I waited as always for them to stop being assholes—I tried to not interfere. It almost always involved someone dying. I finally understood Aleksander not wanting to get involved with humans. Explaining anything I did was too complex.
    I wasn’t, however, going to sit by and let a waitress entertain a group of men, against her will in the train tunnels, either though. I could tell the men weren't going to let it go. They were going to hurt her. They went further and further with the