After driving a few hours the sun began to rise, lightning the sky. I started to search for a pair of sun glasses in fuck boys car, to find a retro square fit. Hues of orange and yellow, stretched across the morning rise, hiding the night stars. I haven't slept all night and I was starting to get drowsy.

Lucky for me, a road sign, said a motel of a mom and pop place, was four miles a head. Perfect, cash places became my bestfriend, when hiding from the world. I needed a hot shower and a good days sleep, to hunt again, tonight.

Taking the exit, I pulled into the motel, it's building long and slender. The building looked well taken care of, like something you would see in a magazine. Painted white, with navy blue shutters and red doors, with numbers. Each window held flower pots, hanging from its seals. The sight made me want to gag, at how hommy it looked.

What can I say, my tastes are much darken, then that of an angel. I detest the normal, while embracing the freaky. After all Rose is the girl next door, while I'm more of the psycho hiding in the closet. I parked fuck boys car and grabbed my bag. I took a cloth to start wiping the steering wheel of my prints. It's not much but enough to hide who I am for just a little longer.

I stepped out of the car, dropping my bad on the pavement. Stretching my arms high to the sky, I stretched, after sitting in that uncomfortable seat. Ditching the keys into the car, I shut the door, hoping it would get stolen. Cat walking to the entrance, with my bag slung over my shoulder. I walked into the lobby, catching the perverted eyes of pop.

"Welcome to Sweet Suns Motel!" A women with dusted brown permed short hair said, with a little to much enthusiasm.

"I need a room." I curtail told her, dropping the bag off my shoulder.

The thudding sound, added to my don't give a fuck attitude. I just wanted a room so I could sleep. No chit chat, especially from an old goody two shoes bitch like her. My expression around these mundane idiots was all ways the same, resting bitch face. I didn't want to seem friendly, because I was nothing like them. Infect I'm sure I'm the one in their nightmares.

The fat bitch, gave me a displeased look, "I need to see some ID."

Of course you do. Stupid twat.

I pulled out my fake ID, my father had made for me. Handing it to her, I rolled my eyes. I wasn't eighteen yet, but she wouldn't be able to spot the fake. Jack payed good money to get these documents.

The bitch looked at my ID pursing her lips, as she looked at the image. Her eyes darting back and forth between the two, as if making sure it was really me. Well guess what it is me, dumb cunt. I placed my hand out smirking at her ugly mug. I could tell she didn't like me while her husband was eye fucking me. The short balding fat man looked like that of a creep. Maybe he's more like me than I thought?

"One room day and night, charge is one hundred and forte nine dollars and fifty six cents." The women told me, with snark. "Cash or card?" She asked eyeing my beautiful complexion.

"Cash." I told her, placing one fifty on the counter. "Keep the change." I added putting my hand out for the keys.

She took my cash, walking back to her key box, I took a quick glance around, pervert looking me up and down. When his eyes locked with mine I gave him a wink. Causing his face to redden. Sucker.

"Room, 6" His wife told me, dropping the keys in my hand. I curled my fingers around the keys, eyeing the bitch one last time. When I turned to her husband, "come see me if your tired of Betty Crocker." I smirked, leaving the front desk.

As I closed the door the yelling shrieks of his wife could be heard for miles. He was in trouble and boy did I enjoy destroying relationships. It wasn't a need but pure enjoyment. Like an adrenaline dumb, of seeing distraction. My favorite sin was to kill while adulterous came in a tight second. I smiled, enjoying the atmosphere I just created.

I stoped at room six, placing the key in the door. With a twist the door unlocked, as I pulled the key from the nob. The room looked nauseating, filled with floral designs, an ugly pink and purple decor. What is wrong with these people? It's like the eighties floral design threw up in here. Everything from wall paper to bedding, and fake flowers.

I threw my bag on the bed, and immediately, closed the curtains, allowing the light in. It was dark but light still shown through. They obviously didn't know what blackout curtains were. I began undressing myself descaled if clothes in a trail, as I walked to the bathroom. Needing a shower to wash off fuck boy and start a clean slate. I flicked on the shower, loving the fact this place has scolding hot water. I loved the heat, the painful release it gave my body.

In the shower I started to think, where o' where has my father run off to? It was stupid of me to kill Lucuas before he gave me information. Father always trusted him more than me. When clearly I was the stronger one of the two. I'm the one still standing after all. The one born to be a killer. But he loved Lucuas, his praised aprintace, whom could do no wrong. But if I wouldn't have killed him, he would have Shirley brought us all done. He may have been fathers favorite but he was the weakest, the anxiety stricken cowered. I was always cleaning up his messes, his sloppy kills. Sage was only the first of a long summer, filled with death and distraction at the doing of my hands.

I stepped out of the shower enjoying the cold as it forest my skin, goosebumps prickling at my skin. I loved to air dry, unafraid of my nakedness. We had a killer body, that rose never showed to the world. But I could care less, what she thought. I'm the one in control now, this is my body just as much as it's hers and I'm tired of hiding.

Eyeing my pink perky tits in mirror, a knock racked the door. I smirked to myself, it must have been pervert. Leaving the bathroom, I placed my hand on the door nob, peaking through the hole. Only to find it completely void of anyone. I opened the door to take a better peak out side. But still nothing and no one was there. Must have been a stupid kid, or maybe the maid.

When a searing pain struck my shoulder, as if burning like the fire pits of hell. I wanted to scream, as I grit my teeth. That bastard Eros is trying to find me, and I'm not ready for him just yet. Not until I've had my fill. Stupid demon wants Rose while I'm the one he's called for.

But whatever he's doing to find me, Eros was going to have to try a lot harder than that. This tattoo Rose conveniently placed on my shoulder blocked his everything. From mind fucking, to touching and of course erasing me from his radar. If he wanted me, he was going to have to get creative.

With this tattoo, I became invisible.

That was till I turned around, to see a very angry looking Eros. An behind him was none other than the wrath demon himself: Ashma.

Bastard.

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It feels like it's been forever since I have updated! I'm so sorry! So here's what I have so far kinda a filler! Hope you like it!