In Love With A Monster

Chained Up (Prologue)

Ever since I moved, she made me fall in love with a demon. I saw her sitting alone in the lunch room. She looked forlorn, like she was crying in the corner of a dark room, hiding from her nightmares of reality.

 I was the new student, no one knew of me or my past. She looked so solitary. Little did I know that one conversation would open me to a whole other world. We had been like siblings, complete differences but more alike than you knew. 

It first started when we had been friends for a whole year. Her demon brother went to have a chat with her, but ended up liking the appearance of me. That whole relationship ended quicker than the speed of light. As it turned out he fell in love with my gay best friend while dating me. The next year, another demon knew about my existence. It ended in the same time frame as the last. He was also gay. He had a three-some with her demon brother and his boyfriend, who he's still with to this day. Life's never gotten to this extent.

After our distance broke us apart...soon ever demon knew where I lived, where I was of every second of everyday. I was turned into prey being hunted by my predators, each wanted a piece of my flesh, my blood, my soul and being. 

All for lust, never love. It was just cravings, cravings for a weakling to dominate, some sort of power to summon from a piece of meat known as humans. Only labeled as objects, objects with price tags. Eventually they would leave for something more, something or more like someone to control, to tame without even lifting a finger, to their beck and call. 

It's said some fall in love even though it's against the rules to be with a human, love them with not only their heart, but their soul and anything in-between. That is rare to a certain percentage. It's all looks and body. I learned the hard way. You always have to keep your walls up around them, even if you think they'll be with you for all of eternity, they just leave you in the dark, letting you fall into a pit of despair, pain, revenge, depression etc. Making you want to take your own life over and over again making you feel like you're a lifeless body. 

If you plan on being with them, you better keep them interested, excited, and never knowing your next move.

It was always the perfect fantasy. A person to be mine, a person to cuddle me when I'm scared/crying, a person to love and cherish for. But in the end, I always knew I would end up alone. I just wished it wasn't true but the only passion I would ever receive is that from fictional characters, story books, and third person point of views. I'm too terrified to even read Y/N stories... knowing deep inside I would never end up with them or really anyone.

Demons don't really have genders, so if they can't choose something so simple how will the choose the person they spend the rest of the humans' life with them until they die right in front of them from old age or natural causes.

Demons typically own clubs. I made the rule 'no clubbing' for a purpose. That purpose is to have a normal life. But, what I didn't know was that I was too late. I was already found and owned.