Chapter 2 Sweet until broken

~Xavier~

I flickered ash into the ash tray, the black powder coloring the crystal tray. Smoke curled around me lazily as I leaned into the sofa allowing my weight to lie on it, my mind far away from this world the cigarette stay in between my lips as I go through the documents in my hand tossing the other documents as they were no use to me, but I stopped mid-air when my fingers fall upon the name of the person I was looking for "Haisely Flynn" her picture stapled to the side she looked meek- naive.

I smile, taking in another draw from my cigarette "Haisley" I muttered tossing the document on the table. My eyes glinting mischievously " Why are you smiling now? " Lucian said not looking up from his phone, making me remember that I wasn't alone" Nothing, just found something - or rather someone.... interesting" I say exhaling the puff of smoke. He faces me, giving me a knowing look -The one he gives me when I find a new toy

-someone to play with.

"Found a new toy to play with " Lucian mutters ignoring the smoke that floats lazily around the room

"No not a toy-a fucking meal" I say, my voice raspy with want and desire. Facing him so he could see how I was - Obsessed - yearning. He shares his head " I really pity those girls, you really have a way of attracting then even after breaking their hearts" he adds, his voice dripping with sacrsam.

Suddenly the door bust open, a red hair girl storms in. Her eyes swollen and red like she had been crying - like I care she walks up to me"How could you, Xavier? I thought you liked me" she snapps her chest rising and falling, her breath uneven. I scoff- tossing the cigarette stick at her"Don't be stupid, I never said I liked you," I say curtly "And besides I don't fuck the same girl twice" I add walking away ignoring the way she threw a tantrum.

Her piercing cries meant nothing - they were even useless - and it wasn't like she tasted good, with her wide pussy and disgusting body -well I had to work with what I had at the moment. But now I had something sweet - finally someone naive.

Gentle.

Her. Haisely.

Get ready flower, cause am going to make you crave - and obsess over me when am done with you. I let a faint smirk play on my lips already picturing her.Naked under me - chanting my name like a spell, screaming on her lungs as I drive into her.

The redhead's perfume still clung to the air even after she slammed the door behind her, a sickly-sweet scent that mixed with my smoke. It was pathetic.

Really - the way they always came back.

They never learned.

They thought I was some wounded beast, capable of being tamed, healed if only they bled for me long enough. The thought made the chuckle under my breath.

Lucian watched me with a bored expression, his thumbs scrolling across his phone screen as if nothing in the world could touch him. We were two predators in a cage, but lately nly one of us loved to play with his food.

He preferred efficiency.

I liked the dance. Watching them crumble for me.

"What's so special about this one?" he finally asked, dryly. He knew me too well. He knew there had to be something.

I leaned back into the sofa, cigarette dangling between my fingers, and lifted the photo again. The girl stared back at me from the glossy print - soft eyes, pale mouth, hair like honey left out in the sun. She wasn't like the others.

No hardend.

Not wary.

She still believed in something. Hope, maybe. And that made her dangerous. It made her....delicious.

"She's... different," I murmured, tracing the edge of her photograph with my thumb. "Not broken yet." I smirk softly

Lucian snorted. "You're going to break her."

"Of course I am," I said, smiling faintly. "But I'm going to enjoy every second of it."

He shook his head muttering something under his breath, but I barely heard neither did I care too. My mind was already pulling her apart, imagining the first look, the first conversation. The first look she would give me - shy but curious. They always were. And then the first time she'd let her guard down, thinking she was safe. That was the moment I lived for.

I stubbed the cigarette out, the ash blooming like gray flower in the tray. "Haisely Flynn," I said aloud, tasting her name, it felt so soft on my tongue, like slik, how she would probably taste I smacked my tongue."She won't even see me coming."

Lucian finally set his phone down and fixed me his usual stare - cold, unflinching. "One day, Xavier, you're going to find someone who isn't a toy. Someone who bites back. And this might be that one. "

I laughed dryly. "Then maybe I'll finally be entertained."

Later, when he had left and the apartment was quiet again, I pulled the folder closer. Her life was laid out in paper and ink

Later, when Lucian left and the apartment was quiet again, I pulled the folder closer. Her life was laid out in paper and ink - her address, her school, her family's names. She was twenty-one.

I imagined her- behind the class, sorting her books with those delicate fingers. She probably smelled like paper and soap.

She smiled to strangers who didn't who smiled back. That was the things about girls like her : they didn't see the wolves until the teeth was already in their throat.

I exhaled and closes my eyes, the image forming clearer now. I wouldn't go to her. No. She would come to me. I would make sure of that if I get the right spots. Find her in her world.

That was the trick. They had to think that.

I rose, leaving the folder spread open like a crime scene on the table. In the bathroom mirror, my reflection looked back at me- sharp jacket , sharper smile. There was a smear of ash on my face. I brushed it away and adjusted my collar. Time to start the game.