Holly Elizabeth has a partner. The One clearly had no doubts about this statement.
Kyle bristled. Yes, she does. I’ve seen them together in the halls. But why does that matter?
I can use him to get to her soul, to bind myself to her. She trusts him.
Kyle scowled, yanking his “school shirt” over his head and tossing it on the bed. He replaced the dull button-up with a faded AC/DC tee, then changed out his tousers and dress shoes for jeans and Nikes. He approached the mirror that hung on the door of his apartment and grinned seductively at his reflection, running a hand through his hair.
Did you really think you would ever be able to get close to her? You are a fool, Gregory.
Can I just go to my date, please?
Date? You mean your bed-warming party? You sicken me, Kyle, with the way you’re using that poor girl. But that’s why I like you.
Don’t break her. I like that girl.
Kyle grinned and and walked out of his apartment, grabbing his leather jacket as he left.
She gazed at him with bright green eyes, already wild with excitement at what was to come. “Hey there, tall, dark, and handsome. Oh, and unbelievably sexy. Come on in.” She held the hotel room door open for him, and he smiled at her as he entered.
Even after so many nights of this, Kyle still had to keep himself from laughing. The poor girl was under the One’s manipulation, which blinded her to who she was really warming the hotel bed with, and also left her drained of energy by the end of the night. Kyle wasn’t sure who she saw - she never said a name - but she clearly loved the pleasure that he offered.
“Hey, if anyone’s sexy here, it’s clearly you, babe.” Kyle replied. She closed the door, then turned and approached him. He placed his hands on her waist and drew her close, hugging her body to his. Her eyes glittered, and her mouth turned up in a seductive smile. Then her lips met his, sparking a passionate, wet, tongue-on-tongue kiss. Her hands slowly started to lift his shirt, fingers stroking the skin of his back. Kyle copied the action for a few seconds before pulling her shirt off altogether. She pulled his shirt off so that their chests were touching, skin to skin. Kyle pulled away from her lips and began kissing her neck, her collarbone, her shoulders. Her hands were at his belt buckle, yanking at it until it finally came loose and she could slowly pull his jeans down. Kyle unbuttoned and unzipped her, pushing the denim down her long, lean legs. They both kicked off their jeans, and their mouths met again. Kyle gently unclasped her bra, sliding the straps down and moving to kiss her shoulder as he did so. Kyle suddenly pushed her onto the bed, and she gasped as he fell on top of her. They stripped off the last bits of fabric, and then they were together.
Gregory Kyle, you have been a most excellent host. You have done your job well.
Kyle growled at the sound of the One’s voice. Beneath him, his lover was moaning with pleasure.
Kyle suddenly realized what the One was saying. Wait, are you...?
You are free, Gregory. You can go...home.
The One surged out of Kyle, flowing into the girl who was sharing the bed with him. She gasped, and her eyes flew open as the One took possession of her. Her eyes suddenly darkened, and she slid her hand underneath a nearby pillow. Kyle’s eyes widened as she pulled a knife into view. He yelped, starting to scramble away, but it was already too late.
Kyle gaped at the knife that was embedded in his chest, then looked into her eyes. Her eyes, their usual bright green now darkened by the One’s influence, were the last thing he saw.
The One watched Gregory Kyle as he died, watched as the shock and horror faded into lifelessness. He smiled.
Excellent job, my dear. You will make an excellent host.
I think that I will like you very much, Lauren Byrd.