Years Accompanied by Demons

Chapter 9 Crazy in love

Lawrence POV

It was two o'clock in the Vatican. I was injured and decided to come back home.

I lived on the top floor of a luxurious building. There was a very wide balcony with sofas, tables, and some expensive furniture. 

I often liked to sit there and watch the rising sun and sunset and the busy people under the building. I didn't have to rush for life like those people because I had enough money.

I sat on the sofa to deal with the wound. Logan's sharp claws made a terrible blood mark on my arm, but I didn't need to worry because werewolves were born with the ability to self-healing. I believed everything would be perfect in a few days.

While dealing with the injury, I noticed a shallow scratch on my arm the woman named Eleanor left. 

The woman's cry, begging, and fear came to my mind. I thought of my experience in the underground parking lot. It seemed to be the first time for that woman, but I was a little rough.

I felt a bit uneasy. I found the woman to teach her a lesson and take revenge for Stella.

I thought she was the bad woman who kept sending text messages to Stella, provoking and humiliating her, causing her to suffer from depression and even commit suicide several times. However, it seemed that we had made a mistake. She didn't hurt Stella.

Logan, this bastard, had had a love affair before he met Eleanor.

But soon, I told myself, "No, I can't be soft-hearted."

How ridiculous it was! Logan had cheated on Stella several times, but he didn't care about Stella and claimed that Eleanor was his true love. They hurt Stella. I should teach Eleanor a lesson for Stella.

However, an accident happened.

When I found Eleanor in the underground parking lot, there was a full moon, and Eleanor was my mate!

I only wanted to scare her, but driven by instinct, I did something to hurt her.

I lay on the sofa and looked at the moon in the sky through the glass of the balcony. But when I closed my eyes, my mind came back to those eyes full of pity and begging, and the scent of that woman.

I threw the bandage on my hand on the ground impatiently. 'Is this an instinct?'

I couldn't resist the temptation of instinct and went to find that woman again and again. 'Is that woman my destined mate?'

It was impossible for mating a human being!

She only showed scared when mating.

Moreover, I didn't feel the power of being a werewolf from that woman. This was so strange that it needed to be investigated carefully.

I went to the open-air swimming pool on the balcony. Because of the torture of lust, my body was still burning like a fire.

At that time, I just wanted to catch that woman as soon as possible to quell this desire, but it seemed impossible.

It was terrible because I couldn't calm my lust down without that woman. My whole body seemed stranger and stranger.

Regardless of the injury on my arm, I jumped into the swimming pool. The cold water barely restored my reason.

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The next morning, I came to Eleanor's apartment again.

I stood downstairs in the apartment, hesitating. My behaviour last night seemed to scare the woman, so she ran away while I was fighting with Logan. I still didn't know if she had come back or not.

If I look for Eleanor again at this time, would Eleanor feel as scared as before?

At this time, I felt funny. How could I worry that the woman would be afraid of me or not? Wasn't that what it should be?

Only if that woman was afraid of me, she didn't dare to contact Logan and destroy Logan's marriage with Stella. So, Stella wouldn't have to suffer anymore.

But something inside me was telling me it shouldn't be like this.

The hateful one was Logan, and Eleanor was innocent. I did something to hurt her and scared her away.

If Logan and Eleanor were right, Eleanor was just an innocent girl who had been deceived by Logan. She didn't mean to get involved in Logan and Stella's marriage, and she was a victim, but I did something to hurt her again.

I was so upset. I could only stop myself from thinking about these things.

It seemed that I couldn't feel better unless Eleanor deserved it.

I followed the stairs to Eleanor's apartment but found the door unlocked. It seemed that Logan and I broke it last night so it could be locked again. 

I walked into the room, and found that everything inside had been cleaned. But there was a disassembled packing bag on the sofa and some gauze for treating wounds scattered on the ground.

I picked up something on the ground and sniffed it carefully. It was Eleanor's thing, but it seemed that it had been there for a long time, so its smell was very weak.

Had that woman left? Where would she go?

I stood up and didn't know why I was a little unwilling. I knew clearly that the woman had slipped out of my hand. This seemed to be good news, but there was a voice in my heart telling me, 'I have to find that woman and hold her in my hand.'

I left the apartment and ran into the next door.

It was a woman, obese, probably because she liked dessert, which made her look like a doll assembled with balloons. 

Seeing me, she seemed to be startled. She didn't expect a man to appear in the apartment. "Oh my God, who are you?" The woman covered her mouth and asked, "Are you Eleanor's friend?"

I looked at her for a moment and replied, "I am."

The woman showed a regretful expression and said, "Eleanor has left. I don't know what happened. She suddenly said goodbye to me a few days ago and said she would never return to the house. It's unbelievable. Eleanor is a nice girl, very quiet, and clean. She never defaults on my rent." She looked a little sorry, "I hope she can come back here again. After all, it's not easy to find a suitable tenant."

I didn't have the patience to listen to her. I interrupted her and asked, "Do you know where she has gone?"

The woman said, "I don't know. Eleanor seldom tells us about herself. However, Eleanor has a good boyfriend. I've seen her several times. That man is very handsome and considerate to Eleanor. He should know about her more than me."

When she mentioned Logan, I began to feel unhappy. Not only because of Stella's relationship but also because of that woman's relationship with Logan.

The woman seemed to find my long face and dared not go on. Finally, she added, "If you want to know about Eleanor, you'd better ask him first."

Where would that woman go? Why did I feel that she was not an ordinary human?

I looked back to that woman. "Thank you. I think I can find her myself."