Burning with passion

Michelle had been talking to her friend Leigh the other day. They had been talking about wars, fires, and bad vices. Bringing up a topic like that was always like adding fuel to the flames with Michelle. She had some bad vices, which she didn’t want to admit to. One of them being setting things on fire, just to watch it burn. She enjoyed fire. This was also why she, with her mind on her friend, approached his ‘laboratory’. They had so many fun things here. She had been there before, watching their projects – but never behind the scenes. As of right now, she approached a green area, where it seemed like they grew some sort of plants. And plants were flammable.

As many would’ve guessed, she trespassed and squatted down and started to examine a plants leaf, not really caring about what effect the plant could have. As soon as she had done her visual research, she found her lighter in her shoulder bag. She lit the lighter in front of her eyes, letting a crooked smile appear on her lips, already slightly satisfied by the look of the dancing flame. She lowered the flame to leaf, waiting for it to catch on fire. She would have more than enough time, she believed, to watch the plant burn, and the fire spread from one plant to another. Usually, she rushed with burning things, but she wanted to enjoy this. Examine.
If the plant caught on fire, she would turn off her lighter, put it back into her bag and sit for a short while to watch it spread. How the leaf turned black, dry and would crumble into ash.

One plant halfway burned down, and suddenly she heard a voice behind her, quite so calm. She sighed and stood up, not taking her eyes of the burning plant yet. “Hallucinating is the only side effect?” she asked before she finally took her eyes off the plant and looked over her shoulder to see the slightly taller figure, only to turn her body around and face him correctly.
She hadn’t seen him before, but since he was at Angelos, he probably worked for Leigh. Or maybe Leigh had lied; maybe Leigh was the underdog? This man did seem somewhat smarter than Leigh, just by the looks; or maybe it was the way he dressed.
She shrugged lightly before she approached him like she had done nothing, leaving the plant burning. “To be fair, I don’t think there’s any smoke that’s good for anyone,” she added and placed herself next to the man. Shoulder to shoulder. For a short moment she just stood, watching the plant burn and hopefully spread to another. She then turned her torso towards the man, stretching the arm furthest away from him towards him to greet him. “Michelle,” she said, looking towards his hand.

She shrugged slightly as he mentioned that the side effect depended. She wondered what he meant. Was it different from person to person or did it depend on how much smoke you inhaled? And what kind of hallucinations did it cause? Something fearful? Rainbows? What exactly. She was curious, but didn’t care enough to ask right away, which was why she just joined his side, watching it burn.
She tried to greet him, but he just started to stare at her, forming a smile. She kept a quite moodless face before she mimicked the smile, but only for a mere second as he started to circle around her like a lion around a deer – except Michelle was no deer. She just stood still, letting him circle around as much as  he’d like. He started to ask her why she was there and that it would be worse to touch him than inhaling the smoke. It almost seemed like a dare, and she started to wish to touch him. He made his neck snap and asked if she was going to tell.
She chuckled lightly.
“I just want to see things burn,” she mentioned and stepped in front of him, to stop him from circling around. She stared into his eyes. With a quick movement she tried to grab his hand. Curious of what would happen which was so much worse than the smoke.

Michelle kept her eyes at the demon as he tried to tell her that she should learn to take advice. Being this old, she felt like she had learned, that she should do just about whatever she wanted to do. His young man was surely not one who should tell her what to do and what not to do. She gave a small humming sound as he mentioned he could manipulate every sin. He explained what he could do, which made her lick her lips; even more interested. He explained the sloth, and she could slowly feel how her eyelids became heavier and it felt like she carried multiple bags on her shoulders weighing her down. She started slouching a little. He tightened the grip around her wrist and stepped even closer. She could feel her body started to sway a little. Are you going to keep your hands to yourself?
She smiled a lazy smile and let her free hand travel around the back of his neck. “Do whatever you want. I will be alright,” she mumbled teasingly. She didn’t give a damn. Four-thousand years she had lived with pain and fire. She didn’t care if this was the last time she saw fire burn. At least, she could have a ‘party’ with all the hallucination she would receive from the smoke. She leaned closer to him almost resting against him.

It didn’t take long before he overpowered the sloth making her close her eyes and completely fall into his arms. Not caring about what was spoken about, where she was going or what was done to her. Nothing mattered. She just wanted to lay still; and that she did in his arms. Comfortable even. She was put into a cell, placed on a bed and just laid there, slowly falling asleep.

“She is where?” Leigh sat with one of his books at home and had just received a phonecall. “He what? You know what, never mind. I’ll be there soon enough,” He ended the call and got dressed again. He had just gotten comfortable in his couch.
He quickly exited his apartment, making sure it was locked and drove towards Grounds of Lily. Luckily Leigh only lived about 20 minutes away.

Leigh locked himself in through one of the back doors and rushed towards the smell of Fenris. He opened the office door looking angrily at Fenris. “What did you do?” he questioned, awaiting that Fenris would do what was right. Undoing the things that he had done to Michelle and kick her out of the building. She had probably done some shit, but he could figure that out another day.

The screen was turned so Leigh could see how the witch was laying in bed safe and sound. He breathed out as Fenris told what he had done. He covered his eyes, rubbing them slightly. Is she one of your playthings? He stopped the moving of the rubbing fingers, just pressing directly onto the bridge of his nose. He lowered his hand and looked towards Fenris. “You are both so…” His jaw tensed and he thought of how he should explain this. “Take her lighters, wake her up and make sure she gets home,” he said staring at Fenris. “And don’t mess with her sins,” he breathed out before he walked to the nearest coffee machine to get some coffee into his system. He had been quite worried that Fenris had started experimenting on her for a moment. Fenris was just such a typical younger brother who always made a mess of things. Leigh felt himself like the older and more logical brother - even though they weren't related at all.

Leigh just stared completely blank at Fenris as he said he mentioned both Michelle and Fenris was handsome and nice to have around. Neither words fitted onto any of them, if he had to say the least. But he didn’t. Like any little brother, he complained about having to make sure she got home. It’s your goddamn friend. Leigh wasn’t having it, being called in that Fenris had caught Michelle in the middle of something stupid. He raised his eyebrows at him, to tell him, that he wasn’t going to discuss this. This was how it was. Had Fenris just gotten in contact with Leigh, everything would’ve been so much easier. Of course, Leigh had been a little occupied with a home experiment, so his phone hadn’t been with him.
He started walking towards the coffee machine and could hear how Fenris got up from his chair to follow him, like a stubborn 8-year-old. “Shut the fuck up, Fenris,” he sneered looking at him. Her husband found her. If it was possible, Leigh got a little paler. “You shouldn’t have brought her to my house,” he sneered whispering. “She could’ve killed me. You know that,” he said frowning. “But yes… It was payback…” he mumbled as he turned his face towards the coffee which was now missing. He sighed and started to make a new cup of coffee. He took a deep breath and looked at Fenris while the machine brewed again. “So take her home,” he ordered.

Fenris was having fun with teasing Leigh, touching all the sensitive buttons. Fenris knew very well that Elena was one of Leigh’s many sensitive buttons. In general, Leigh was a sensitive person, who cared and thought a lot. He was just really good at hiding it away. But Fenris was just… An idiot he trusted too much.
With his head towards the coffee machine, he looked out of the corner of his eyes. He looked at Fenris as he mentioned when Leigh had been alone with Elena in the laboratory. If eyes could kill… Fenris would’ve been a dead man long ago. “She is dangerous,” he hissed, hating himself a little for wanting Elena so much. He also knew that her memory might not be lost forever, even though that was what they hoped for.
Leigh’s eyes followed Fenris’ movements as he drank the last of his coffee and put the cup away. “Killer street nr 10,” he replied before he let his eyes go to his coffee and took a sip of it. Fenris was such a baby.

A silent yawn left Michelle and she opened her yes. She was in a car now, great. Lazily her eyes tried to scan the car. Just laying on her side, she decided to lazily let her hands find their way to her small bag, where she grabbed her lighter. She put it in front of her face before she with a simple flick turned it on. Her eyes watched the flame dance calmly as she laid on her side.

The flame continued to dance, but she let go of the button as he talked to her. Her eyes looked lazily at him as he mentioned melting something. She didn’t even want to reply to that. Of course, melting was good too, but nothing beat watching flames. She tried to flick another light, before he started to speak to her again. “Maybe,” she mumbled. She got a light and continued to watch it, almost hypnotized. She didn’t want to admit that it had been the best nap she had ever had, and that she still didn’t really want to get up. Four-thousand years, and never had she had such an amazing nap. It was bugging her, but maybe, he could do it again another time. It was fun anyways to see how he acted when she touched him.

He killed the engine, which made her green eyes look up from where she sat. Killer street already? She let go of the button again at put it in her bag. She turned to lay on her back instead of her side. He wanted her to get up. As he started to mention Leigh, she slowly turned her head to look at the demon. We can’t play no more. She pulled a wide devious smile, before she sat up. “Why do you listen to him?” she asked and started to squeeze herself in between the two front seats so she could sit in the middle, with her legs crossed between the two seats and her back against the interior. “We can still play,” she dared and lifted an eyebrow.

Back at the laboratory Leigh wandered around to find his keys and eventually he believed that he had left the keys in his car and went to check. His car was missing. It didn’t even take a mere second for him to put two and two together and know that Fenris had taken his car. With a sigh he turned around and tried to call the demon.

She lifted her eyebrows a little, and could resist to smile, as he said that he respected Leigh, and that she wasn’t very familiar with that concept. It may or may not be true. She did whatever she wished to do, and mainly lived by that. He commented on her body, which made her frown shortly, before he mentioned that he could get her to eat something. Even though she was old, she wasn’t that smart on the sins, but she imagined it being something with wanting to do nothing but eat.
She was just about to give a reply when she heard the phone vibrate. She kept her mouth shut, just for now. Showing ‘respect’. She licked her lips as he accepted the call.
“Stop lying to yourself Fenris. You’re an ass. When will I get my car back, so I can get back to my book?” he asked, clearly angry that he had been interrupted on his night off.
“He won’t get it back” she whispered very, very low, almost just mouthing the words. With the same low voice, she whispered a spell which turned on the engine. One hand had grabbed around the hand break. She pushed the button and pushed the handbrake down, making it start to roll down the hill they had parked on. She started giggling.

Leigh sighed as Fenris started to defend himself and say that he was a nice person. Michelle on the other hand was enjoying the demon’s company. Even more as he almost narrated to Leigh what was happening. “She what? Hit the brakes!” he said harshly. Michelle’s green eyes almost glimmered with the chaos she had started. Almost as if there was a light in her eyes, dancing like a flame. She bit her bottom lip, excited, as the steering wheel started to shift from side to side. She could hear how her friend was trying to telling the demon that he should hit the brakes repeatedly.
As the demon then used Leighs words against him, Michelle stuck her tongue out just a bit, enjoying what she heard. “You’re a fucking dick, Fenris. No sin would change this situation!” he growled through the phone.
Michelle’s eyes flickered once to the rear window as she saw how they started to reach the bottom of the hill. “Let’s go,” she whispered and leaned across the demon to open the door and start to crawl over him, to get out of the speeding car.

Though the phone, it was clear that Leigh was bothered by the way Fenris asked if he should hit the brakes. Michelle on the other hand enjoyed watching how it seemed like the sin demon provoked the vampire even more. “Shut your mouth, for fucks sake. Hit the brakes already,” he said. He didn’t want Fenris to interfere. He wished to have a chance with Elena – even though he knew it probably wouldn’t work.

Ta’ ta’. Michelle couldn’t stop smiling by the choice of words the demon spoke as he hung up the phone. She crawled out and tumbled a little around on the road before she got up and reapproached the demon as she got out. When she stood next to him, she watched how the car was rolling much more slowly down the hill until it collided with a land post, bending it.
As it seemed like the demon talked to her, she looked towards him. She chuckled and turned towards him. “Poke around in my brain? Sounds like an interesting date,” she said and pulled on a crooked smile. At least as crooked as her personality. She didn’t know what such thing would contain, but it still sounded interesting. He scanned the area, but her eyes stayed on him, firstly blinking when he started to speak again. “Nobody ask questions when I burn things here,” she said and shrugged and smacked her lips. “It’s a shit town, but I can do whatever I fucking want,” she said with a slight chuckle before she bit her lip. “I guess you’re not leaving yet?” she asked and crossed her arms rotating her torso a little, almost as if she asked him to stay just for a little longer.

For what seemed like a mere second, she knitted her brows together. Why would that be a flatter to herself? “I would never,” she joked with a teasing wide smile. A soft chuckle left her as he mentioned that she held it dear to do whatever the fuck she wanted to. “Yeah, you could say that,” she said, almost in love with the sentence. The love for the sentence was changed to knitted brows. What? “Consequences?” she looked at him with a small snort. Not that she wanted to offend him, but only because she didn’t care for the consequences. She hadn’t even cared for the results of the hallucinations the plants would’ve given her, neither what Fenris was capable of. She was on to anything. Nothing was going to stop her. Michelle was the type of person who did whatever her greed, hatred and lusted for destruction drove her to do. The exact description of a chaotic evil person. But if someone asked Michelle if she was evil, she would disagree. In her story, it was her who was the hero. The one who saved the day!
The teasing smile found its way back to her lips. Miss Jones. It somehow sounded so pleasing when he said that. Her brows narrowed once again, but only for a moment, “Of course,” she reassured him, “Who doesn’t?” she said with her sly smile and turned her whole body towards him still with her crossed arms.