Chapter 2

“Drake, wait!” I called after him, but he was already out the door. When I got out there I found him against the out side wall of the bar, his hand over his mouth.

“I did it, it was me,” he said as he moved his trembling hand from his face.

“What are you talking about? It could’ve been any evil demon with black blood, don’t jump to conclusions. Plus, you wouldn’t do something like that…would you?” I asked, now having a slight feeling of fear for my best friend.

He looked over and stared at me, the obvious feeling of terror expressed in the hollow of his midnight eyes. “No…never, but…” he paused.

“But what?” I asked, trying to stay calm in this situation, I didn’t really know how to react though I knew Drake well enough to know he would never be capable of such a horrendous crime, however there was a small feeling of memory of the pain in his past that could have triggered something in his state of intoxication.

Again he hesitated; I wanted to lash out at him and force the words from his mouth but I knew that would only stress him further and probably make him angry, witch was something I didn’t want to do if this truly something he was capable of.

“There’s something I need to tell you, something I should have said along time ago,” he began, but his constant pausing was racking in my impatient mind. “For the past week or so I’ve been getting these terrifying nightmares of killing innocent women while they sleep,” he explained, though none of it made any sense so far.

“What are you talking about?” I asked, quirking a brow, but he continued as if he never heard me.

“These dreams are so real that I wake up sweating, panting, my heart racing and my blood cold as ice,” Drake’s eyes wandered away from mine, staring at the side walk in front of him. “And when I saw the scratches on my face this morning I knew something was wrong, I knew I had done something this time.” His words became fainter as he spoke on and still I didn’t understand a word of what he was telling me.

“Drake, what are you saying? That you killed this girl while you were passed out from drinking?” I asked, though I knew I was wrong just from the clues he was giving me with his story of nightmares.

He brought his attention back to me, staring again lifelessly before he stood up again from against the wall and rushed back into the bar. “Hey!” I called after him but it was like talking to a wall. So I just followed him back in and there he was again kneeling beside the corps, but this time he was studying the tribal markings on the girls flesh.

“Drake, I don’t understand what your trying to tell me. Please, maybe I can help you,” I pleaded, though he continued to ignore me.

“Excuse me, had anything else happened to this girls body beside the markings and the…face,” Drake asked a near by police officer.

“Actually, yes. It was just discovered a moment ago that she was raped before she died,” said the tall man in the blue uniform. And again, just as the man finished his sentence Drake stormed out of the bar, this time he didn’t stop out side, he took off flying, literally. His wings formed from beneath his flesh, spreading open like black sheets. There was nothing I could do. As far as I was concerned when Drake didn’t want help it meant he didn’t want help and that was that, but in this case I knew he had no choice but to come to somebody, obviously it wasn’t going to be me. But who would he go to?

As I watched his pale white and black appearance fade into the distance I could feel his pain wash over me. I knew he did it; it was why he did it that troubled me. I wish he could just come to grips with the fact that I’m his friend and I would never judge him if would just let me help.