I woke with a start, my heart thumping and a cold sweat clinging to my body. Goose-flesh covered my skin as shivers rocked through me. I looked around, but pitch black blanketed my sight. My breath was ragged, the huffs sounding of those from an animal.
I stared straight ahead, straining my eyes to see the objects in my room to steady myself and to drag my thoughts elsewhere from the growing paranoia that was settling itself deep within my every cell. I felt more sweat pour from the back of my neck; something new bothered me. It felt as if there was something off to my left watching me, and another presence ahead of me toward my door. I stared straight ahead, stricken with fear hoping it didn't realize that I knew it was there.
Swirls of shadows moved as my eyes glazed over from trying to strain for so long. I wanted to blink, but it wasn't that simple; if I blinked it felt as if whatever was there was going to hurt me, or worse, and it'd have a hell of a time doing so.
I could somehow feel it creeping closer, slowly inching toward me. Screams of terror were caught in my throat, my heart thumping against my chest uncontrollably. My breathing kept growing shallower to the point of where I was barely breathing. My eyes started to go black, and my head grew light as my oxygen supply lacked immensely.
Involuntarily, I blinked when the white light of my ceiling fan turned on, momentarily blinding me and making my heart stop. Two boys stood in my room; one at the light switch and the other by my tv to the left. They both stared at me with smirks painted on their full, pink lips, eyes glowing crimson with mischievousness. Terror ran through me as I took in my situation; two against one, no possible way for me to get out of this safely.
The one who was standing toward the left began stalking closer to me, looking at me as though he was the predator and I was the prey. Fear rendered me defenceless, I couldn't move, I was barely breathing. Once he reached me, he slid his curled hand over my face and tucked loose strands of hair from my face and latched them behind my ear. He then slightly leaned in, trying to see through my horrified expression. He then pulled away after a few what seemed like endless moments; not showing emotion at what he had found.
"We have a deal for you. You could truly benefit from it so listen closely, we will not repeat ourselves." His voice rolled like black thunder, so eerily sexy, yet deadly. He paused, waiting for me to acknowledge that was he was saying was processing through my thick skull. I slowly nodded, fear slowly easing out of me but not moving from the one spot in my throat that didn't allow me to speak. But in the place that fear left, curiosity grew at what these boys wanted with me.
"As you know, your family suffers from a strange disease. What you don't know if that it isn't a disease, its a curse. Centuries ago, your ancestors were the highest position of witches. Diablo Mansheti , the coven's protector, had fallen for the demon he was supposed to be protecting them from. The powerful demon, more like the wife of Lucifer, was our grandmother. She had fallen for Diablo, and she had fallen for him hard. She'd watch over him during the day by looking into the sea of souls that Satan had given to her as a token of his affection. At night she would jump worlds to see him in the flesh.
"Lucifer had known the entire time, not entirely caring because he had affairs with many more a demon than she, but just because he didn't care about the affair didn't mean that he didn't care about the kind of things that could spawn from a pure-blood demon and the most powerful warlock of all the covens within a hundred mile radius. He knew better than to mess with the witch kind, that's why he did the things he did secretly." The boy stopped, letting his wondering gaze settle on me, tired of hearing himself talk.
He looked down at me from where he at perched on the edge of my bed, his glowing crimson eyes giving me chills from both amazement and from the dangerous vibe they gave off. His hand lifted and caressed my cheek, his warm fingers making my skin tingle at his foreign touch. My heartbeat sped up, possibly allowing him to hear in the almost silent room where the only sound was the hushed sound of our breathing.
