First kill

Chapter 1

I was living at my cousin's house for a while. Clyde's parents were out of town. So, he invited me over to spend some time with him and his sister. I didn't mind as I lived all alone in my apartment. My parents died when I was 15. I've been living alone since then. Clyde lived in a huge house. After my parents died, Clyde's parents became the CEO of our company. I was staying in the guest room.

Everything was normal. We'd play some games during the day or we would go out. When it was evening, we would do our own things and then sleep. Until one night, I woke up at 3:33 in the morning. The room was freezing. I simply went to the kitchen and drank some water, before heading back to sleep.

This would keep on happening every night for a week. Every time I went to sleep in that room, I would wake up randomly at any time between 2 to 6 after midnight. The time would be the same numbers. Like 2:22 or 5:55.

On the first night of the second week, when I woke up, the room looked like a graveyard. There were spider webs, fallen leaves, fog and crosses right above the graves. All the furniture in the room would disappear except for the bed I would be sleeping on. I thought it was just my imagination, so I went back to sleep. But it started happening every night for a week. I freaked out, yet I didn't tell anyone.

The starting of the third week, I heard a sound. It sounded like something was being dragged on the stone path. After two nights of hearing that sound, a figure came into view. I wasn't sure what it was. The figure wore a black cloak with a hood that covered its face. It looked like one of those dementor's from Harry Potter. On the figures back was a cross hanging upside down. The cross was broken and there were pointy pieces on the broken side. To add to it, the splinters on the cross were covered in blood. It looked like someone had been stabbed with it.

I would see the figure every night. It wouldn't do anything. But every night it took a step closer to my bed. The day I knew it would be right at the foot of my bed, I slept in the guest bathroom. Clyde and Cidel were already sleeping, so no one was there to question it. I slept on the floor, in nothing but a bathrobe. Stupid me, right? But I forgot to lock the bathroom door.

That night the figure came back to my room. When it noticed I wasn't there it searched the entire house until its sight landed on the open bathroom door. It opened the door and saw my sleeping form, lying on the floor. When it took a step towards me, a cold breeze spread throughout the bathroom. The freezing temperature instantly woke me up. Before I could react, the figure was spooning me. And I, was the little spoon. Its knee was resting in such a way that it was digging into my hipbone, naturally hurting me.

I tried to get out of its grip but it was too strong. Out of nowhere I felt something cold on my cheek. It was a knife running across my cheek. The figure applied a little pressure on the knife, enough to hurt me if I moved, but not enough to draw blood if I didn't. I started shivering because of the cold.

A voice started to speak. Only then did I realize it was a person, a guy to be exact. His voice was deep and smooth.

"Hello human. My name is Yeonjun. I'm a demon. To be exact the eldest of the five princes of hell. And you, my love, you are going to be my first kill" he whispered in my ear.

I knew there was nothing I could do about this. If I tried to escape, I would end up hurting myself further.

"The devil, my king, said there was something special about you, which is why he sent me to kill you. Where he could have sent an average demon, he chose to send me. One of the most powerful demons in hell along with eleven others" he said.

"But, since your special, killing you won't be easy either. It will be a process. Slowly you will become weak and die" he continued.

I whimpered. The pain in my hipbone was becoming too much to bear. And, I was freezing because I was just in a bathrobe.

"What's wrong?" he asked after hearing me whimper.

"Y-Your knee. I-Its hurting my h-hipbone. And its c-cold" I stuttered.

Carefully, he removed his knee from my hip but all the same made sure I couldn't escape. After shifting his knee, he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me towards his chest. His embrace felt warm. I felt safe. I felt like no one could harm me as long as I was in his arms. But I was confused. This guy was here to kill me. He was a demon. Why was I not running away?

I turned in his arms and looked at him. The hood of his cloak was no longer covering his face. He had blue hair, plump pink lips, a box face and dark brown eyes.

All together he looked magnificent. If it weren't for him telling me he was a demon I would've mistook him for an angel.

"Done staring?" he asked me.

I felt heat rush up my cheeks. I quickly looked down.

"Are you okay?" he asked, concern lacing his voice. I looked at him.

"You're here to kill me. Why do you care?" I asked, looking into his eyes.

They were mysterious. They looked like they hid secrets behind them. But at that minute, all I could see was concern and worry. Concern for me.

"You don't want to kill me, do you?" I asked him.

"No. But I have to" he said.

Pulling me close to him, letting his body warm me, he placed a small kiss on my head.

"I'm sorry Ashley. Rest now. The process starts tomorrow" he said.

Feeling safe in his arms, I cuddled up against him, my hands clutching onto his cloak. I wanted to scream. I wanted to yell at him for having to kill me. Hit him as much as I could. But I couldn't. Something in me was connected to him and I knew I would never be able to do anything that would hurt him.

I kept on thinking about how the presence of this demon would change my life. The heat radiating from his body made me feel sleepy. I laid my head on his chest listening to his steady heartbeat. And with that I was asleep.

Hey readers!! This is my first story ever so go easy on me. Hope you enjoyed. Byee!!

-Seal