KISS Oneshots

#5 Paul Stanley x Reader

Paul's P.O.V

I ran as fast as I could from the horde of those hellish creatures but my legs started to burn as well as my lungs. I needed to hide somewhere until they were gone. Since this hell started noone was safe out on the streets at night. Some of those creatures even roamed the streets during the day. At the end of the street I could see a house that seemed intact, not like the other rotting houses around me. I gathered all my strength and ran towards it only to find the door locked. "Shit!", I muttered searching for my lockpick to try and open the door. I found it pretty quickly and began working on the lock.

I heard the growling of their pets behind me and started getting nervous. Just as I thought they would get me, the lock clicked and the door sprang open. I smiled and carefully stepped over the still intact salt line at the threshold. I closed the door behind me and sighed. That was the closest any of those creatures got to me. I held onto the door, listening closely for the noises outside. The growling and the footsteps grew closer at first and then faded away. I sighed again, hearing a creak behind me. Before I could turn around I got knocked out, falling to the floor before slipping into darkness.

Y/N P.O.V

I just layed down in bed, hearing the demons walk through the streets outside with their growling hellhounds by their sides, as I heard my front door open. Immedeatly I was wide awake. I knew exactly that I placed a line of salt in front of the door, so no demon could enter. But someone or something just entered my house, so I grabbed my baseballbat, that stood beside my bed and crept out into the hallway. There in front of my door stood a tall man with long brown hair, his back turned towards me. I didn't knew what he was so I decided to knock him out either way.

I walked up behind him as quietly as possible and right before I wanted to strike him, one of the floorboards creaked under my weight. I flinched slightly and before the man could turn, I hit him on the head as hard as I could. He fell to the floor and remained there, unconscious. I let the bat fall to the floor behind me and sighed. I got ahold of him and dragged him towards my special room. In the middle of a painted on pentagramm stood a chair. I sat him in said chair and bound his wrists to the armrests and his torso to the backrest, just to be sure.

I looked at the man one last time and decided to go back into my bedroom to try and sleep. He wouldn't wake up until tomorrow anyway, I was told I could hit like a man. I shuffled back to my bedroom and layed down in bed. I drifted to sleep listening to the howling of the hellhounds. The next morning I took a shower and grabbed a cup of coffee in the kitchen, before walking to the room that held my strange guest. I stood in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe and sipping my coffee as he began to stir.

He groaned a little, before lifting his head and looking around. "Mornin' sunshine. Care to explain how and why you broke into my house last night?", I asked, taking another sip of my coffee. "What? Your house? I was on the run from a horde of demons.", he muttered, seeming really confused. "On the run? From your own kind?", I asked amused and he looked at me confused. "From my own kind? I'm not a demon!", he said offended. "Sure. Then I think you won't mind getting a little wet.", I said, taking out my flask and splashing some of the contents on his face.

He sighed and looked at me kind of sour. "Thank you but I prefer real showers over holy water splashes in my face.", he said. "Well I encountered one or two of you who didn't react to holy water. But you all react to sacred silver.", I mumbled, taking out my little silver dagger and walked towards him. "Woah stop right there you crazy lady!", he said with wide eyes. I didn't stop walking and when I was in front of him I pressed the blade onto his exposed skin. Nothing, no reaction at all.

"Alright, one test left.", I said, cutting the ropes around his wrists and torso and then jumped out of the pentagramm. If he is a demon he can't leave it, doesn't matter how much he tries. He untangled himself from the rope and stood up. "Finally you've come to your senses.", he mumbled walking towards the edge of the pentagramm. As soon as his foot touched the ground outside the circle, I sighed and put the dagger away. "Congratulations sir, you aren't a demon.", I said, grabbing my cup and sipping on it again.