encounters with a demon | darkiplier

Chapter 18. The Demon is Infatuated

Dark's POV

I closed the door and immediately thought of slapping myself right then and there. Why was I becoming so attracted to her at such an alarming rate? She was perfect, in all honesty. I couldn't possibly argue with that.

I sighed and walked downstairs, trying to think of a way to cool things down a bit. I was coming on to her too quickly, at least I thought so, and I needed to slow down. I knew she probably already thought of me as a freak, and I didn't want that.

I rubbed my eyes and stifled a yawn. It was true, I was tired beyond belief. I had been loosing sleep these past few days, but there was a fair reason why. I could never sleep because that simply meant that my mind would shut down, and the thought of her would be erased for the short amount of time I would be asleep.

Maybe it's a problem, maybe it isn't. The only thing my mind is filled with is her, but I can't help it. I was beginning to feel completely and utterly in love with her. Yes indeed, I was exhausted, and maybe it wasn't healthy for me, but I could definitely care less about sleep. I wanted to think about her now. I wanted her now.

What?! What am I saying?

I will not have some pesky girl get in the way of my job and I! My father is counting on me, and I will absolutely not let him down. Murdering humans is serious business, and if I brought a human girl into the situation, it would just make things harder than they needed to be.

But she was so beautiful. I could only imagine the beauty she held underneath her clothi- no!

Why must she make me think about her in this way? Why must she make me feel like she's a craving I can't satisfy?

It's always been impossible to rid her from my thoughts now, ever since that night where I had "accidentally" pulled her to me, and held her in my arms. Apparently I was too weak to control my actions, and that was true to an extent. It was mostly because I was so overwhelmed with what had happened, and how I had failed my first killing, and she was there and she was gorgeous. I had noticed that right then, and the thought has been with me this whole time.

She was taking over what I thought of daily, and the thoughts of me becoming a bad guy who killed for a living like I was supposed to be according to my father had been pushed aside. But my father told me that if I didn't obey what he told em to do, the punishment would be severe. Very severe.

But how can I get such a mesmerizing creature out of my head? My father is just going to have to deal with me skipping some killing sprees so I can spend some time with this human girl that I was falling for. Or, I was just going to have to deal with the punishment. Either way, I was going to be around her as much as I could manage.

I smiled as I went and turned on the TV. I couldn't go to sleep with the thought of her still lingering in my mind. I couldn't wait to get to know her more than Mark ever would.