Loyal Untrustworthy Demon

Part 1

How'd it come to this? It was a stupid game, a child's game. Played at night with the lights off to get the heart pumping and mind racing. But it had become much more than that. After everyone left, as she laid in bed in the dark of the night. She felt it. Felt something watching her. Eyes fluttering open, her heart thudded to a stop. There was something at the end of her bed. Even in the darkness she could see it, see its massive hulking form. For part of it was illuminated. Two, burning red orbs of flame high against the ceiling.

She came to her senses, as the fear rose up inside her, kick starting her heart once again. Heart pounding, mouth drying she reached out to turn the light on, to banish this thing of the night. But with a click of her bedside lamp. The light never came. She flicked it again and again yet still the light refused to dawn. "Come on, come on!" she whispered trying to hide under the covers like a child while desperately flicking the switch praying for the light to banish the dark. But the light never came. "No..." she breathed as it dawned on her. The lamp wasn't working. She snaked her hand back under the covers as she prayed wishing to wake up, to wake from the nightmare.

Then she felt it, something stepped onto her bed, sinking her mattress. She gasped covering herself, hoping that the covers provided protection as the thing climb its way onto her bed. All she could feel was the sinking of the mattress as it moved up her body. Eyes closed tightly, she bit her lip, bit her finger trying to wake herself up, trying to break this nightmare. But even with blood it wouldn't break. Even with pain she didn't wake up. Even as this thing came to a stop, it's weight all around her, looming above her. In a horrible moment, in a horrible realisation, a singular thought came to her. This wasn't a dream. The pain, the blood, she knew what this was. It was the stupid game she played. That stupid game where they pretended so summon something from the other side. And they had, and it was above her.

Shaking, quaking, she clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle her breathing hoping that somehow it didn't know she was there. But she could hear its breathing, feel it lean down right over her ear. She felt hot breath blowing against her face, through the covers. She wanted to run, to flee, to cry out in terror, but her body wouldn't listen. She heard it sniff, heard it licks its lips. Then she felt the monster tugging at her blankets. She gripped tighter, but the creature wouldn't be denied. It pulled the covers down from her head, dragging her into the cold cruel night, exposing her to its hot wet breathing. Eye shut tightly she scrunched up whimpering. Please... someone... anyone... With a whoosh the blankets were ripped from her bed completely, leaving her exposed. Whimpering louder she wished it to be over, for it to just do whatever it wanted.

Heart thundering in her ears her chest, she waited in the cold exposed darkness for it to do as it pleased. She waited, and waited. When something touched her. Filching she tried screaming but it came out as a muffled yelp. The thing, the finger slowly, gently, removed the hair from the side of her face. W-what is it doing? She wondered over the fear, but she dared not relent and look. Soon the finger returned, this time tracing down her shoulder, down her across to her side and down her body.

She whimpered for the finger grew dangerously close to her waist, but the fingers stopped short. Only for the torment to grew louder as the thing leant in, it's breathing getting louder in her ear. Bracing for something, she yelped as a hot, wet thing landed on her neck, sliding up the side of her face before vanishing from whence it came.

"Mm. Tasty..." The monster moaned with surprising linguistic ability.

She froze. Its... human? More than that, it sounded female. Her heart fluttered with a terrible thought. Was this... was this just a person. A rapist?! She felt so foolish to think it was some kind of creature. Anger flaring, she balled her fists and rolled onto her back to face her assailant. Made to punch, kick, bite. Make them regret scaring her so. But as she turned, as she opened her eyes, as she made to punch. She came face to face with those two bright red eyes. She stared into them, seeing flames and furry rolling around. The more she stared the deeper she went, the more the flames seemed real. Felt real, biting lapping at her, burning her. It was so hot, so very hot, it burned down to her core. Yet deeper she was pulled, as if being consumed.