Unlikely [Demon!Luke]

Chapter 7

AN Alright guys, I know you're not too happy about this, but soon Demon Luke will end. It's gonna go up to ten chapters and I've planned it out and everything. It's gonna be okay though because Serial Killer Calum is still going on and soon there'll probably be more fics like this if you guys want them of course and are fine with my terrible updating schedule. Also a PSA to you Demon Luke lovers. I'm helping write a fic with brokenscenequeen2k15 (tumblr) [NuggetsCake on Wattpad] and it'd be awesome if you checked that out. I don't know when it'll be posted, but it's gonna include lots of smut, so get ready and look for that :) And the credit for the gif I used also goes to her.

Luke's POV

Sitting. Staring. That's what I'm doing right now. That's what I have to do. This is my punishment for loving Y/N. I don't love her. I refuse to love her. And yet here I am, admitting it. I'm not telling my boss or anything, but this is my punishment for letting things get as far as they did. I sighed as I thought about her.

I shouldn't have fucked her that second time. I shouldn't have looked at her, thought about her, I shouldn't have chosen her. Everything about her house drew me to it. I listened to her sister and her argue about whether or not I was her dead dog, and it amused me. For once I was laughing at something genuinely, not some vulgar thing that Michael had said.

I watched the wetness of the red paint in the hot stuffy room turn hard. It was a metaphor everyone used to describe something boring and here I was actually living it out. I thought I was gonna kill myself, it was that bad. And I'm already fucking dead.

I tried my best to suppress Y/N's thoughts, but they only got louder as I sat here for hours on end. How much longer did I have left? Oh yeah, until it's completely dry. I heard the door creak open and I knew that if my head would move its position of staring at this wall, or even if I'd so much as speak, I'd be in deeper shit than I already am.

I blocked out what Y/N was saying half the time. I was so used to her presence being in my head that it didn't phase me anymore. Yeah I could hear what she was thinking and she may be thinking about me all the time, but at least it's only me. At least I was all she wanted. That's what I loved best about taking virginities, I was the first one to touch them, and sometimes the last.

I heard small footsteps and I knew it wasn't anyone important to Hell. Instead the footsteps were light and timid, almost like a girl's. It couldn't be Michael. "Luke?" her voice rang in my ears. Like church bells. It gave me a headache thinking about it. "Luke, what're you doing?"

I didn't say anything. I couldn't say anything. I was supposed to stare at this wall, and I was supposed to not say anything. I kept my mouth shut and even though I loved hearing her voice and I loved everything I did with her, I wanted her to be happy. And me loving her? Well, that wasn't anything that was going to get anywhere. She was just a girl, I have plenty of girls. But here she was, her voice so much smaller than what it had been when I first talked to her. So much more quieter. What the fuck was she doing down here anyway? How'd she get here? I had so many unanswered questions and I couldn't answer any of them.

"Luke I know you can hear me, just talk to me, please?" Her voice broke when she said please. My chest tightened at her words and I wanted to hug her there and now. But I had to watch paint dry. That was what I had to do and I was sticking to it.

"Why won't you look at me? Did I do something wrong?" I heard the tears she had saved up begin to fall down her face. If I held her in my arms, and continued to watch the wall, would that still count? I wanted her next to me, I wanted her to be everything I ever wanted, but I couldn't. Falling in love was against the rules. No one ever bothered to question it. I never thought it'd happen to me, but there's a human in Hell who just climbed through a door to get to me, and I'm not even acknowledging her. I didn't like this feeling I felt in my stomach.