The Demon's Voice

Chapter 2

Chapter 2:

I stayed in my bed for a little while longer then I should have that day, I had a day off work so I would be home alone all day, all alone with my thoughts. It was just a dream, it was a dream I told myself, over and over, but the dream felt way too real my liking. I had read about dreams and I knew that the mind couldn’t make up pictures that it had never seen before and I was certain I had never been to that place before, that I had never seen that women before, not even in passing.

“Damon!” I said, suddenly panicked and worried “Damon where are you!”

“I’m right here in your head like always, you idiot” grumbled Damon “geeze I’m still asleep, why did you have to wake me”

“I was worried…. I had a bad dream” I said, sitting up hugging my knees

“What happened?” he asked

“I saw a demon…. Having sex…. With a random girl….. He looked at me” I said, my face in my knees “he called me…. Rosie…..”

“Hey, it was just a dream, seriously, you think I could be an incubus demon” I could feel him rolling his eyes at me

“A what?” I asked

“An IN-CU-BUS….. It’s a demon who gets his power from having sex….. Depending on their power some do it in their victim’s dreams, others have an actual physical form and do it with them with a physical body, and as you can see I am just a lesser demon”

“If you’re a lesser demon why did HE send you to stalk me, wouldn’t he trust a more powerful demon?”

“Because he didn’t send me, I came from a small group of demons who want you, they sent me because the more powerful ones from that group are busy”

“Wait wait wait, HE doesn’t want me, I thought you said…..”

“I wasn’t lying when I said what I said, I never said He wanted you though”

“But, ugh, forget it, this is too confusing” I said

“Yes, yes you should” there was a pause then he added “so….. Does this mean you believe me?”

“Hell no!” I growled getting up and getting changed for the day, I decided to put on a black and red t-shirt, black jeans and black ankle high boots. As I did I looked in the mirror, my hair was as black as a ravens wings and came down to below my shoulders. My eyes were a bright aqua colour, and looked gorgeous, my skin was soft and slightly pale. I knew I wasn’t skinny but I wasn’t fat either just like I wasn’t short or tall either. I was an unusual looking person that was for sure, but I loved it, as did my boyfriend, and, apparently, so did Damon, he would always whistle or comment as I got dressed.

Once I was done, I left my house for my daily walk around the block, it always relaxed me. Nothing much happened during these walks, but today I couldn’t stop looking around as if someone was going to come up behind me, but nothing happened. I was probably just being paranoid from the dream. When I arrived home I noticed that it was already dark, and the full moon was out “mum is ganna be pissed” I entered the house and that’s when I felt strange…. Something was wrong in my house. I walked around until I noticed a man sitting on the couch…. Completely naked. I moved silently backwards and grabbed a frying pan that was sitting on the bench, it was there because I hadn’t been bothered to do the dishes earlier that day, and ran screaming into the lounge, I swung the frying pan at his head but he caught it, I flung my leg up, trying to kick him but he caught my leg “Rosie! Quit it!” the man pushed me back, and fell on my behind

“DAMON!” I said shocked “how… what…. I’m dreaming, aren’t I, I fell asleep in the middle of the street”

“No its me, you idiot” Damon said sighing and slapping his face