Chapter 6: Control

Xander 

I stared at Logan as she got into the cab. Every part of me was burning and telling me not to let her go. Once the door was closed and the cab was pulling away, I zoned in on my aura and snapped it shut. I glanced down at myself and saw only the sidewalk. I haven't used my invisibility since I was kid. I used to use my invisibility to get extra food at night when everyone thought I was sleeping and amongst other things... that's another story for a different time though. I teleported myself into the cab and I almost ended up touching her. 

I yanked back my hand just in time and pressed myself against the window. I really didn't need her to know that I was here. Following her was something I didn't know I was going to do until it just happened. It's like my body has a mind of its own whenever I'm around her. It's almost like she's compelling me, which was highly unusual and surprising. She was incredible and I knew I wasn't going to be able to let her go.

She also scares me though. She didn't even flinch when I broke that table. She was completely unfazed by my anger. Maybe that's why I need to keep her close. Finding someone who can handle my anger is one in a million. Even my father, who also had anger issues, it took absolute control for him to be around my mother and even then, sometimes his anger got the best of them. It's why they didn't stay together. I remeber that day, almost too good. I remeber the yelling, the screams, the breaking of glass, the hellhounds tearing into flesh... blood everywhere. I snapped myself out of it as the car pulled to a stop. I silently yelled at myself for letting time get away from me. 

I quickly followed Logan out of the taxie, taking notice of the fact she gave the taxie driver a fifty, which means he's getting at least a thirty dollar tip. Generous, isn't she? Following her into the tiny apartment building, I took notice of the lack of security and made a mental note to keep my gaurd up. As I followed her up the three flights of stairs, I could hear the others in the building, sleeping, aruging, a few even eating this late at night, and someone snorting something. I could hear them coughing, snorting, almost like they had a cold. That sweet sulfur smell gave it away. 

I smirked as Logan fumbled with her keys, almost like she was in a hurry. I frowned as the keys weren't working and she angrly grolwed. My body responded immediatly, almost like a small burn rushed over my skin. It took everyhting out of me not to response to her growl, almost like a mating call. It was weird. I've heard of this before, happening between those who are fated, but I've never experienced this type of...attractive? Is that the right word? Is this what it means to be with someone? To feel this deep need to... be there? It's strange. I don't like it!

I took a step back but the door opening across the way from Logan's apartment opened up, making me stop in my tracks. Logan immediatly sighed deeply and turned towards the man who appeared in the doorway. 

Logan narrowed her eyes at him, but he spoke first, "You gotta stop losing those keys of yours, Logan." His smile showed yellowed and rotting teeth. His beady brown eyes were dilated, almost like black holes. He was high as fuck.

Logan stared at this man for a moment, almost like she was debating on something, "I didn't lose my keys, Chuck." She pulled out a key from her back pocket, stuck it in the key, and the lock clicked, the door swinging open. 

The man, Chuck, stood up straighter, "Then why were you having a hard time opening it?" His dragged his hand through his thick red hair, sniffling. 

Logan set her person inside on the table, and turned back towards him, sleep showing on her face, "Because I had forgot that the key fell off earlier today and put it in my back pocket." She gestured to something in his apartment, "I think the coke on your coffee table might be escaping." 

He turned back and ran over, "Shit!" he yelled. Logan smirked and closed the door. 

I materialized into the next room and realized I was in her bathroom. It was cute, with a glaxey themed shower curtain, bath robes, and bath mats. She was neat, towels stacked correctly, skin and hair products lined up in a row. I reached forward and grabbed the pink shampoo, taking a small whiff. It smelled like kiwi strawberries. Placing it back in the shower, I went into the room adjecent. It was her bedroom. It was dark, very different from the bathroom. The windows were covered in black-out curtains, her king bed had black silk sheets and pillow cases. A dark purple comforter covered the bed neatly. A neat-freak, huh?

I heard a loud bang and I peaked through the door and into the hallway. Logan had flipped over her couch, almost like she was frusterated. She growled loudly slamming her hands against the bottom of the couch, her eyes flashing purple, like her control was close to snapping. She turned the lights off after a minute of standing there and headed straight for me. I quickly dashed to the side and hide in the corner, next to the red cedar dresser. As she entired the room, all I felt was rage, mixed with... hurt? Why is she hurting?

Logan opened her closet. She stepped inside, out of view, and when she emerged, she was just in her bra and panties. Everything froze as I stared. It was like, all I wanted was her. Heat spread through my entire body and I got...an erection? I glanced down at myself like I would be able to see it, however I couldn't. I looked back up and saw her enter the bathroom. The bathroom door stayed open as I heard the water rushing on from the shower. I slowly edged closer, making sure she still couldn't see me. I also didn't want her to rush out of the bathroom and run into me, an invisible wall. I didn't want for her to know that I'm here. 

I watched with intensity as her shadow through the show curtain cleaned herself. The smell of cherries hit me first and then the kiwi strawberry shampoo. It's going to be my new favorite smell. I didn't realize how long I had stood there until she whipped the shower curtain back. I had trouble breathing as I watched her breasts bounce as she stepped out of the tub. I quickly stepped out of the doorway and headed back to the corner, away from the light.

When Logan came out of the room, she was wearing her robe, loosely. Her cleveage was showing and the way the robe hit her thighs, made it even more exotic for some reason. I readjusted my pants, hoping to not have the zipper press against the tip anymore than it has to. I watched as she crawled into her bed, throwing the covers to the side. She must be hot. I watched her toss and turn for about fifteen minutes before she reached for something. 

I squinted in the dark, trying to make out whatever she grabbed. I blinked a few times in surprise as I realized it was a pink vibrator. I didn't think she would need a vibrator. She could get any man she wanted, me included. I froze as I realized what I just thought. Fuck! My father always told me that never to get attached to a women, there no good, just loaded weight, and have no right on the thrown. It's what I lived by, but this women... Logan... she's making me realize how much I want her, how much I feel connected to her. 

Her moans pulled me out of my own thoughts. She had the blanket thrown to the side still along with the sheets and I had a perfect view of her legs spread open, her robe flung open, exposing her breasts. Her eyes were closed, and it seemed like she trying to concentrate on something, her brows were pursed forward. Her little moans echoed in my head, almost like a song. I watched with interest, taking mental notes on everything she was doing. 

She held the vibrator between the lips of her... vagina? Is that the correct word? She circled the vibrator head around a small pink spot just underneath her lips. She edged the tip of it down and I noticed the small wet spot on the bed. She was turned on? I definitely need to learn more about this... situation. I watch as she slowly pushed the tip inside of her, her slight gasp made the tip of my penis pulse. She pushed the tip in and out a few times, moaning in the process, before cirlcing the tip near the top again. 

I bit my lip, holding back my own moan. Watching her do this was painful, because I wanted to do it too. I wanted to make her moan and say my name all in the same sentence. I wanted to fuck her until she couldn't move. I wanted to make her mine and claim her as my mate. The need was strong and I held onto the little sanity I still had.

She pushed the vibrator inside of her again and used her other hand in a circular motion. Her moans got louder and her toes curled as she pushed the vibrator all the way in. She let out a small whimper, pushing hers hips off the bed before crashing down, the vibrator falling out of her, her breathing hard, and I felt a rush of pleasure pass over over me, her aura expanding and sending the feeling of pleasure everywhere. I was shocked. I didn't think... something like that would make me so...happy? I wanted to make her do this again. I wanted to feel her warm aura around me always. 

She rolled over onto her stomach, pulling the covers up, and groan, "Why doesn't it work anymore?" 

Doesn't work anymore? I waited until her breathing evened out before teleporting to Rosa, who looked like she's been crying. She sniffled as she walked over to me. We were back in Markus's club, outside in the alley. She held her purse against her hip and flipped her hair, meeting my eyes. 

"Can we go now please?" She hissed at me. 

I sighed deeply, "Yeah, we can... but I need you to come back within forty-eight hours. I'll send you the address." 

She narrowed her eyes at me, "You found someone? I hope it ain't that little twerp!" 

I growled at her, making it clear to tread likely, "Don't! Insult her in front of me!" 

Rosa glared at me, "I don't understand. What made you choose her? You have problems with your anger already! You don't need to be held down by someone else who can't control there anger." 

Fire cirlced around her, making her yelp, "I don't want to hear what I need from you. Your kind can't feel what other demons can, me included." 

She snarled at me, "Fine, but you'll see that she'll be difficult to handle." 

The fire died around her and I grabbed her by the throat, just like Logan did, "Remember your place, Rosa. I really don't want to train another demon." I hissed at her. 

Her eyes went wide as she realized what I said. I teleported us back to the underworld. I had things to do, which involved reading up on women. Logan was incredible, beautiful, and she deserved the best. I have to get to work.