Holiday Cheer

Hellfire and Mistletoe Part 4

The one thing I never, ever expected in my whole life was to open the door and come face to chest with one hell of a gigantic man who looked a lot like Ryan.

I stood stone still, mouth agape, as I stared in shock at the huge man in front of me. I couldn't really think of doing anything, especially when the smirk on the man's face was sadistic and amused.

"Umm, how may I help you?" I readily admitted the somewhat fearful tone of my voice. What sane person wouldn't be fearful of a giant you didn't know paying you a visit.

At eleven o'clock at night.

While you were in your black silk skeleton printed pajamas?

Oh god, what about this situation was in any way good or safe? Not a damn thing.

"I have a few questions that I wanted to ask you." He gestured at my foyer, "May I come in?"

I didn't move. "Are you a cop?"

"Would you feel better if I were a member of the esteemed police department?" The curiosity in his voice was genuine.

"Yeah?" I winced. Yeah, ask the guy if he was a cop then instead of being firm you ask another question about it. Idiot.

"Well, I am sorry but I'm not." He smiled, "The tight uniforms aren't going to look good on me and I would be surprised if they had a squad car that would fit me."

"Then how'd you get here?" My own curiosity made me forget that I was in my pjs and that we were standing at the door. I was also letting in a rather cold draft.

"My bike," he pointed behind him to an equally gigantic motorcycle. It was black with blood red accents and had enough chrome on it to reflect the moonlight brightly.

"Can I come in?" He asked again as he once again gestured elegantly to my home. "You must be getting cold and you're letting in a draft. I promise that I will not harm you nor rob you of anything."

I contemplated the idea of letting him in. He appeared far to elegant to do something so low as to try to rob me or to rape me. He was not putting out hostile vibes; despite all the leather, tattoos, and chromed monstrous motorcycle. He was also extremely well spoken. Well groomed and polished. Seriously, his boots had a high shine to it that made them gleam. Besides that I felt as if I could trust him with my life. It was a familial feeling.

"Okay," I stepped aside to let him in and belatedly realized that I was near frozen. My fingers were stiff from cold and my toes were numb.

"Here," he grabbed my arm and dragged me through my home until he found my living room and quite firmly sat me on the couch.

He quickly wrapped my feet with a throw blanket. Once that was done he sat beside me and took my hands in his, rubbing them to get them warm again. Heat radiated from him in waves and I felt myself slowly, but surely beginning to feel warm again. He got up and wandered about to the kitchen and returned with a steaming cup of my stash of chamomile tea.

"Drink this," he commanded as he sat beside me again. "We will wait until you are not in danger of catching hypothermia before we talk."

Teeth chattering I nodded my head silently as I sipped the blessedly hot calming liquid.

He stared at the paused movie for a bit. I felt myself blush faintly, it had been playing the Lion King before he appeared at my door. Not a movie an adult without children would watch but I loved the movie.

"My name is Lucifer." He picked up the remote and pressed play. "Hope you don't mind me playing it. I just have a weak spot for this movie. I made my son watch this every night before putting him to bed. He still watches it but refuses to admit it to anyone."