Chapter One Hundred And Twenty

David

“Something’s wrong!” I say to Jeremy, then we get out of the taxi, and that statement made us quicken our pace.

“Like how wrong? You can feel him?”

“I don’t know, I just know that something’s wrong. I just have this feeling that Max is in terrible danger,” I shout at the top of my lungs,, not caring who hears me or no,t, and then I’m rushing into the building. I say hi to the doorman and poor man, I remember being so mean to him when I walked out of here. I was mean to the man for no reason, he didn’t hurt me and yet… he didn’t deserve that.

Even though I was mean to him he still said hi to me with full enthusiasm. He holds no grudges, what a good man. I should learn a thing or two about how to keep my emotions in check because I tend to react quickly when I see something that I think would possibly hurt me.

Maybe if I could have just stayed there and think about how all this was messy, shady and all kinds of fucked up. I should have known Max was not in his right senses and that something was wrong, but no, I allowed Miguel or Dura to get into my head, and now Max might be in danger.

So help me, God, if Dura or Miguel or whoever hurts Max, I am not going to be so forgiving. I will not control my emotions and I will go apeshit on anyone who hurts him. As I can say, I am not that forgiving, and I am running out of patience.

As soon as the elevator door opens me and Jeremy get into Max’s home.

“Max!” I shout hoping that he’ll hear me and he’s here and alright and that bitch Miguel hasn’t done anything to hurt him. “Max!” I gesture for Jeremy for us to spread out to look for him but I don’t think it’s needed because we’ve come face to face with Max floating in the air and not in a good way that would make one feel happy about oneself to be in the air, flying.

I mean horribly in a way that makes it seem like there’s nothing but destruction about to happen right now.

Max is in the air and I’m pretty sure he’s not the one making himself fly. Someone or something is controlling him and this sight looks horrible to witness. Max is in the air, but he doesn’t move; he’s stuck looking at the ceiling, and his eyes are pure white. I don’t see his beautiful light brown eyes anymore all I see is white.

The colour white might represent peace and purity, but right now, seeing the colour in Max’s eyes just represents horror and mayhem. I am more scared for him than I am for me or Jeremy.

“Max?” I say I can hear my shaky voice.

“What the fuck is wrong with him?” Jeremy asks as he walks closer to me to get a good look at my mate. He might look frozen but I can tell that he’s in pain. I can feel it.

“Oh my God, you don’t think that demon is killing him.”

“No!” I refused to believe it; I refused to hear that Max was going to die today. “Besides doesn’t he attack at night only?” I ask and I don’t know why I ask that question because we’ve already established that he comes out at night to kill and destroy.

“David, we know that this demon is becoming more and more powerful by the day. We once thought that he could only kill one person at a time at night, but he ended up killing a whole bunch of people in one night, so who’s to say he’s not started killing people during the day?”

“No!” I refused to hear that. “Max isn’t dying-Max! Snap out of it.” I shout trying to reach him. I am not going to let him die; he’s not going to die, no, I won’t let him. He’s my mate, and if he dies I’m going to be alone for the rest of my life. I’m never going to find a new love ever. He’s all that I got, and if he dies, a part of me dies as well.

I don’t think he’s going to die even though he looks like he’s in pain, and he looks like he’s going to get killed right now, and I cry. I cry because the back of my head is thinking that this is the end for him and I should stop whining and be logical for once.

“Oh stop your whining.” I’m taken aback by the sound of that familiar voice. I look away from Max, and coming out of his room is his best friend Joshua, who has a chilling grin on his face and a dark aura surrounding him.

This might look like Joshua but he doesn’t feel like Joshua. The Joshua I met months ago had a funny persona; he was surrounded by light, and he was just the biggest sweetheart. But this Joshua is evil, it’s like someone killed the real Joshua and replaced him with this clone.

“Joshua?” I say his name in a frightened whisper hoping to God that it’s not him that’s standing in front of me right now.

“Yes, David,” he says, still holding a smile on his face and now he has a smug look to him.

I almost gasp. I can feel something in my throat, and I want to scream.

“Joshua, what is going on with you? Why are you doing this?” I say, tears rolling down my eyes. “I thought Max was your best friend. Why are you hurting him!?”

Joshua just looks at me, he doesn’t say anything, he just stares at me like I’m not making any sense. And then he burst out laughing.

Jeremy and I exchange confused looks then we look back at Joshua who is still laughing like a fucking idiot.

“Yo, what’s so fucking funny?” He asks Jeremy, and I can also feel him growing impatient.

Joshua finally stops. “Well, calm down werewolf. And also, I’m not Joshua.”

I knew it! I knew it couldn’t be him I just knew it. Fuck!

“Then who the fuck are you?” I ask, looking at the impostor up and down, and then the impostor walks nearer and nearer toward us.

“Oh, sweetheart, I can be anything you want me to be.” he shifts into Max. “He is handsome.” he flexes his muscles, or, rather, Max’s muscles. “Now I get why you love him.” he winks and then changes into Elijah.

My eyes widen at the fact that Elijah is standing in front of me right now.

“Holy shit,” Jeremy whispers, and I clench my fist because I know very well that that isn’t Elijah, and it’s the demon Dura changing into different people just to mess with our minds.

“Stop it,” I say with clenched teeth.

“But he’s so cute, and I thought you’d be delighted to see your best friend Elijah.”

“My best friend is dead! Stop it!” I say angrily, but my voice is shaky, and then I turn my head away from him so I won’t look at him. I don’t want to see this anymore. Elijah is dead, I know this.

“You’re not Elijah you’re Dura. Or should I say, Daniel?” I’m still not going to be fixing my eyes on him. I am not going to do that until he goes back to his original form. If he even has an original form.

And then the demon sighs.

“I’m not that person either,” he says and then changes once again. But then he looks exactly like…me? He waggles his fingers at me. “Surprise.” he sings.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? I am done with your games. Turn back to your normal self right now!”

The demon is taken aback. “But David this is my normal self. This is the face I was born with. We once shared a womb, you and I.” he says with a wink, and I look at him with furrowed brows and my heart beating heavily in my chest.

“What the fuck are you talking about? Who the fuck are you?”

“Well, I’m Miguel the man your mate fucked… twice. Remember when your mate said he fucked me because I looked like you. Well, that’s because I do look like you. We have the same face because we’re twins. Haha, surprise… again!” he claps his hands.

“What the fuck?” Says Jeremy and I share the same sentiments with him but I’ve grown even more and more confused.

“Huh, you still don’t get it, do you?” he says, and I just look him up and down. “I am Miguel. But our parents wanted to call me Daniel. Poetic I was almost named after our ancestor who now goes by the name Dura. But we’re not talking about him right now.” he waves off.

“We are talking about me. So let me say this slowly so that you can understand.” he begins to walk slowly toward me, so confident that I won’t rip his throat out, but I can’t do that when I need answers. I need to understand what the hell is going on here.

“I am your twin brother. We both got out of the womb together. It’s nice to finally meet you, bro.” he says, smiling, and I almost start to cry because the more he gets close to me, the more I can feel his essence, and I can feel that he is, in fact, telling the truth.

This isn’t a clone or a shifter, this is my twin brother.

I have a fucking twin brother.