His second chance at a happy life

A new Safe space

Trevor's place was amazing, a penthouse on the top of the most expensive apartment building downtown.

"This is your idea of hiding?" It was huge. The walls of half of his living room are windows with blinds on them turned to the side to let the sunlight in. The room is a white and gray décor with a stainless steel kitchen to the far left of the entrance, with black marble finish for the countertops and black stools on the outside of the kitchen next to the island separating the kitchen from the dining room. The floors were polished hardwood floors. All but the living room, which was a white carpet that is dipped into the floor with three steps.

"Would you like to see the rest of it?" He asks, setting his keys down. I looked back at him, he was smiling.

"Are you serious there's more? Why so big? Don't tell me your rich or something 'cause I don't think I can handle that." I started to laugh uncomfortably. His smile drops,

"I am actually, I'm a writer. I have sold quite a number of books." I blinked almost emotionless I didn't know that at all. Come to think about it, I don't know anything about Trevor other than the basics.

"How long have you been writing?" I asked, finding my voice again.

"Is that a yes to looking at the house?" I nodded, he laughed, motioning to follow him, "Livingroom, dining room, kitchen," He started in the living room in front of us, the dining room to its left and on the far left was the kitchen. Separating the living room and dining area in the middle of his place is a hallway, "To your right is the guest room and bathroom, to the left a closet and at the end my room." He ushers like he is on a bus tour of Hollywood that I couldn't help but laugh a little. I investigated each room as he listed them. The bathroom is big with blue and white walls; the guest room was purple with a few different shades of other colors. The closet is a huge walk-in closet. I laugh,

"You have more shoes than I do." He shrugs a shoulder with a smug smile. I rolled my eyes. His room, on the other hand, is the size of the living room with a big bed, a wall of glass looking over the river that cuts downtown and nature. It's the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. However, unlike the living room, his blinds are velvet drapes, his wooden floor has a big rug under the bed. The rug is black as night and the bed a white marble pattern and black pillows with a square black headboard. The rest of the walls are one white, two black with red trimming. The wall opposite of the big window on my left was the white one. The doorway along with the one across me are black. The bed is also straight across from us and has a door to its right.

"Let me guest private restroom." I smiled and looked over my shoulder where he stood in the doorway. He just smiles,

"With its own shower and everything." I roll my eyes but still smile being with Trevor here at his house, I feel a weight lifted. I can breathe. I walked back out of the room and down the hallway to the living room. "Would you like something to drink?" I nodded,

"Tea, please."

"Preference?" He asks, opening a door showing his many types of tea. A gasp escaped my lips, then a laugh. The only person that has that many kinds is me. "Or would you like something stronger?"

"Do I need something stronger?" I ask, not actually answering, he opens a cabinet and takes a bottle of whiskey and two glasses with ice which he filled half full around the ice. "That bad." I mutter taking a glass, he doesn't answer right away,

"It depends on how you see it."

***

She just stares at me waiting for me to speak, but I am not sure how to put it and I end with,

"I'm, Samantha, I'm not human." She starts to laugh a bit, but it is a dry, humorless laugh. She takes a big swig of her drink responding with,

"And I don’t see ghost." I look at her with a stern look, she closes her mouth.

"I'm serious Samantha. I'm not human, I am a demon." Again, she laughs dryly discomfort clear as day, but I continue not to let her think too much without more information, "I have been a demon for almost three centuries it was decided by fate. I am not evil. Just like humans, there are good and bad demons. Not all who were sent to hell were awful. Some were just mean ugly humans when they were alive." I look down at my empty glass filling it back up, flashes, quick little moments of my human life start to rise to the surface, but I close my mind to it, I did wrong, but I am here for her, this is not the time for meaningless things such as that. "I was sent to earth half a century ago to find people with your abilities to help," I pause again looking for the right words, "With things." I want to hit myself for being unable to find better words, but my mind is buzzing with the dull hum radiating off Samantha as she starts get unsettled. As a demon, I can feel the emotions that are connected to pain, uneasiness or any emotions along the line of sadness and anger. I knew her way of dealing with it and on cue almost she laughs taking the bottle of whiskey and filling her glass.

"Stop joking around. There are no such things as demons." I gave her a questionable look.

"But you believe in witches." She laughs again,

"No, I believe that a person's powers of strong will, can manifest into something only they can do." This time I laughed.

"The reason for their power is that some time ago either a demon or angel touched them, giving them some of their energy, which, allow them to use unearthly magic per se."

"How can I believe you?" I sighed, but I knew she would have her doubts. Everyone in their right mind would, but this is Samantha, the girl with the underworld gods eye who sees the dead after millions of horrible has happened to them, she saw but, yet she denies the world.

"Let's go to the bedroom." I got up. Without question, she did as well, but not before taking the whiskey bottle and pouring more into her empty glass, drinking it all down before nodding and following him into his room. I first walked to close the window, then took my shirt off. Her mouth gaps open,

"What are you doing?" I just smiled, moving back to where she stood in the doorway and taking one of her hands, pulling her firmly to his bare chest, press against her.

"I won't do anything. Trust me." I whispered into her ear. The pain in my skin has become more of a pinch as they grow from under my skin, hidden from the rest of this world when they were first. How painful it was excruciatingly painful. Within seconds, in all their glory, my black wings spread out wide so she could see them at their full length. I hear her gasp in shock, then in awe, she reaches up. It is a feather kiss touch along my left wing. I angle them closer, so she can touch them more and get a good look. She steps closer. I am not sure if she even noticed she had stepped back at first.

"Wow." She whispers. I smile down at her, she runs her hand along the top edge of the wing, a warm shiver hits me down my back, my throat closes slightly. It's been a long time since anyone has touched them, let alone seen them. Heat was seeping deep down into my wings, my back, my chest. "They are beautiful." She finally mutters after moments of her creasing them. I smile at her again, wrapping my arms around her. "T-Trevor." She stutters but doesn't move from my grasp.

"Do you believe me now, right." It was more of a statement than a question, but she nodded anyway against my shoulder. "Good, I know I don't have to say this, but you can't tell anyone about me or what you learn humans cannot know about us. What I am going to tell you I am not supposed to tell any human powers or not." I smile at her hoping she doesn't see my worry, out of nowhere I get this urge to kiss her neck so I do. I get an audible gasp from her. "There is so much I have to tell you Samantha." Her eyes widened as I leaned back a bit to look at her face.

"But we can talk about it another time. You've had a tough time lately, you should relax. Do you want me to take you home?" She shakes her head, looking down at the floor. I glanced at the clock. It is forty minutes past nine at night. Her hands, however, tightened into fists.

"Can I stay here? I don't want to leave yet, I... I can breathe here. I can't really explain it." I smile thinking of all the wards and protection that is around the house. She doesn't look at me as she speaks, but at the ground her face is a bright pink. I lifted her head to look into her eyes. Her face becomes a deep red,

"You can stay as long as you like. Unlike most places protected, I have the power to not only ward but cloak my place so that no angel, demon, or spirit can find it or me. This place is a hundred percent safe." I look into her amazing hazel eyes; my arms wrap around her waist, holding her as if she would disappear again. "And we can watch some lame ass chick flick you love so much." I say, still smiling. My wings flap once, then they return under my skin slowly.

"Does that hurt?" She asks, wraps her arms around me and starts running her finger over the scars that are left once the skin closes. She starts to mindlessly glide her fingers up and down the scars repeatedly as if she didn't even realize she was doing it until a moan quietly escapes my lips. She doesn't stop. Instead, she looks into my eyes, her lips parting just slightly and very tempting. I reached around, taking her arms in my hands. My mind was becoming mush,

"No." I answered, clearing my throat, but I still ended up with a growl in my voice. I move away to put my shirt back on and get some distance before doing something I'd regret. "Now no more questions let just enjoy some peace and quiet for once." I start to lead her to the living room closing the curtains remotely then turn on the tv.

"It was only one question and I have a ton more." I laughed, not looking behind me.

"So, it was and so you do, but I think some popcorn and movies are calling us." I flop onto the couch, pulling her with me, she gives me this look, "I promise I will tell you everything. But not right now, okay?" I asked her face, red, from me having her sit on my lap, but she nods, her wild curls, bounces around her, then smiles shyly at me, making me want to melt.