Eyes of a Demon

Chapter 2

 "I was expecting you," I say, turning around in James spinney chair. My tenth try.

He screams, his eyes going wide. "W- Who are you?" Finally, he's actually awake.

"Daniel Naomi," I say, teleporting over to him. Which causes the window to open. I snap my fingers to close it. "I've come to help you."

"You're an angel?" He asks, smiling brightly.

"What?" My grin disappears. "Yuck! No, I'm a demon!" I release my tail, my canines, even my horns and pointy ears.

"W- What," Fear fills him.

"Oh relax! I'm not going to kill you!" I fold my arms over my chest, "I'm here to help you with your issue," I nod towards his door. Parents, bullies, everything.

"You're going to kill my parents?" He questions, his brows furrowing.

"No!" I yell, "Jeeze," I roll my eyes, taking a purple mirror out of my pocket.

"What's that?" He asks.

"This is a communication device. It's like a phone for demons. You just press the button and say my name-"

"Daniel Naomi?"

"Yes. Then you can call me. What do you gen Z kids call it? Facetime?"

He nods.

"And if you humans find one you can also summon us."

"Does that mean you have to come?"

"Yes. It means we have to come, but it can also be a choice. We can use it as a locator as long as you're on the phone with us."

He nods again.

"Ok then. That's all. Call me if you need help." Why is this awkward? Am I seriously beginning to regret this? I guess it's too late now.

"How old are you?" He asks.

"I got to go, sorry kid."

"How old are you?"

"I'll hang out with you later. I got things to do."

"Daniel Naomi," He says into the mirror, still staring smugly at me. The receptionist's voice on the other end asks if he wants to summon me. "Yes."

And just like that, I'm basically glued to his side. "What did I get myself into?"

He laughs, the first smile I've seen from him has been when he's with a demon. "Can I ask my questions now?"

"Fine. But you have to answer mine."

"Sounds good to me." He stares at me, waiting for my reply.

"I died when I was sixteen," I eventually grumble.

"So you were a human before?"

"Duh. I died back in the nineties. Stop looking at me like you thought I was old."

He sits in his bed, me reluctantly sitting besides him. Maybe this was a bad idea. But he needs help from someone. I wish I had help during my life.

"My turn?" I ask him, causing him to nod. He looks genuinely happy. Like we're all of a sudden best friends. "Ok, how old are you? That's a high school I met you at, right?"

"You were what scared Caleb, Chris, and Carlos away, weren't you?"

"I suppose so, yes. So that's their names?"

"Yes. Um. . . Thank you," He says with a grin.

"Answer my question."

"I'm sixteen. So uh, why'd you help me?"

"No reason." This is awkward, we sit inches apart. A blush lies on our faces as we face opposite directions.

"Come on, tell me!" He shakes me from side to side, begging me to answer.

"Where'd all this confidence come from?" I ask him.

"I don't know, I guess I trust you. I know you won't hurt me like everyone else." He smiles bashfully, rubbing his neck.

"Why would you trust me? I'm a good for nothing teen."

His expression changes, like he knows what I'm saying just from that small sentence.

My throat makes a similar sound to yesterdays, fearful. But it seems more familiar than that. Like a sound I've made a lot in past years. And he looks even more understanding. "I- I got to go," and with that I leave.

There's a lot of things I like about Japan. The food, the clothing, the anime. I sit in a Japanese tea shop, sipping on some tea in my human form. Was it a bad idea? Why did I want to give it to him so bad? Why did I get so nervous after doing so?

A Japanese woman asks if I'd like more tea.

"Yes please," I say in Japanese. One thing about demons is they can speak every language possible.

A mirror burns in my pocket, signaling a call. I take it out, seeing James' dark face.

"Daniel?"

I nod, my brows furrowing.

"I- I could use some help right about now."

"Why?" I ask him, staring into the mirror. I can see the tears on his face as well as his dark red cheeks.

"Caleb and his friends locked me in a locker," He has to take a breath, tears beginning to choke out, "And I can't get out!"

That makes me mad. Bullies are complete jerks. "I'm coming," I tell him.

Which doesn't take long since all I have to do is teleport from Japan to his school. All the lockers open in doing so, every single one.

In front of me, still in the locker, he shakes uncontrollably.

"Hey," I say, "Come on."

He looks up, studying me for a second, but when he recognizes me he finally jumps up and hugs me. It's strange, being hugged, but for some reason I like it. I rub his shaggy brown hair, watching him closely. "Thank you," He cries.

Wait, cries? "Ok, back off. I don't need your tears on my clothes," I tell him with a soft smile.

"S- Sorry."

"Don't be, I know what you're going through."

"You do?" He begins to study me. My shaggy, shoulder length black hair. My black eyes. "You look so different in this form," He says.

"Yup. This is my human form. Which means everyone can see me right now."

He nods. "Is this what you looked like when you were alive?"

"Well, kind of." I hesitate to continue, but he waits. "I had blue eyes when I was alive."

He stares, as if considering how I'd look with that particular color. "Cute," He whispers.

My face heats up, and so does his when he realizes what he said. "A- Anyways, if you need anything else you know how to reach me." I spin around, heading towards the door to leave.

"Can I come with you? To wherever you're going."

"You want to?" I study his face, looking for some of that fear he shows everyone else. There is none. How unique. "Ok, but be ready for a bumpy ride," I tell him, snapping my fingers.