Demon in Disguise

Cold

Chen had insisted that he sleep on the ground and Qiang sleep on the couch. "It's not right for the lady to sleep on the floor." Mr. Wang had two couches but it was too short for the both of them.

Qiang smiles in amusement, "Since when were you so polite?" This is a new side of Chen that she had never seen before, and to be honest she quite liked it.

"Do you.. not like it?" Chen asks, raising a brow. He thought she would prefer this side of him rather than his usual "jerk-y" behavior.

"No, I like it. It's just so sudden of a change." She smiles at him and sits on the couch, fluffing up her pillow and covering her long legs with the blanket that Mr. Wang gave to her. Chen stares at her in wonder, since when was she so beautiful?

"Uh.. Qiang.. I'm sorry." He bites his bottom lip and looks away.

"What for?" He feels her eyes on him and he slowly turns to look her in the eyes.

"For being a jerk. As you know my friends weren't the best people, I picked up on the habit of being that way and it still hasn't dropped. I feel weird admitting this to you but, that's not who I am. I am terribly sorry for any discomfort I have caused you these past few years." His cheeks and his face felt really warm, he wasn't used to being so open about his feelings.

She smiles kindly at him, "It's fine Chen. How about we start over? It's never too late." She extends her hand towards him and he looks at it in surprise.

"Really?" His eyes widen and a big smile makes it's way on to his face when she nods in confirmation. They shake hands and he couldn't help but feel his cheeks grow warm at their skin-contact. Her hands were so tiny and soft in his big ones. He didn't want to let go.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Qiang." She smiles at him.

"Hello, I'm Chen."

"I can always just beat you up if it turns out that you were lying to me."

Chen chuckles, "Fair enough. Let's go to sleep."

Qiang turns off the lamp and they cover their bodies with their blankets. Maybe this sleepover won't be so bad after all, Qiang thought.

Qiang opens her eyes and she realizes that she was outside in the cold. Walking at three in the morning. She is looking for someone. Mr. Wang's house comes into view and she stops, "BiYu.." She should check up on BiYu. Something in the back of her mind nags at her but she couldn't place it.

"Mr. Wang?" It was extremely cold she was shivering and even the small task of knocking on the front door was impossible. She brings her fist up to the door to knock but upon contact the door slightly swings open. Confused, Qiang walks into the house it was freezing inside, her breath could be seen as she looks around the living room cautiously. Did they leave the door open?

"Mr. Wang? BiYu?" The nagging feeling in the back of her mind came back and her guts twisted, telling her to leave the place. "Where are you guys?"

She slowly walks up the stairs creaking ever so slightly as she applies weight onto them. BiYu's bedroom door is opened slightly ajar, Qiang frowns and slowly approaches the door. Just before reaching it she stops, she had a bad feeling about this. Should she run downstairs and call the police? What if they were in trouble and the person who had inflicted harm on to them was in the house too? Qiang bites her lip, should she risk it? Qiang pushes the door open and freezes at the sight, her stomach hardens and her heart seemed to have stopped beating. Blood was splattered all over the walls and windows of the room, BiYu laid on the floor of her bedroom. Qiang tried to move but she was paralyzed with fear, no sound would come out of her throat. Who had done this?

"B-BiYu!" Qiang whispered sharply. That was she could muster before she ran to the unconscious BiYu lying most likely dead on the floor. Blood was all over the place, from where she was Qiang could see that the murderer had sliced BiYu's neck, the blood still spilling and the carpet soaking it up. Qiang's shaking hands hover above BiYu's body, should she touch her? No, what she needs is help. But where is Mr. Wang?

The floorboard by the stairs creak and Qiang's brown eyes shoot up. What was that? Another floorboard creaks, this time closer to the door. She breathes in sharply, looking around for a weapon of some sort to attack whoever was outside the room. Her eye lands on BiYu's closet, inside she kept a wooden bat. Quickly but quietly retrieving the bat, she waits for the mysterious person to show himself. Her heart was hammering inside her chest. This is it, either she will die or she will live tonight.

Soft footsteps pat outside the bedroom door now. "BiYu?" Mr. Wang's voice cries out. Her eyes widen and she breathes out in relief.

"Mr. Wang." She stands up behind him.

The old man quickly turns around at her voice. "Qiang? What are you doing here? BiYu... BiYu has..."

"I was taking a walk because-" why did she take a walk? Qiang stopped, "I was taking a walk and I saw your house and I thought I would check up on you guys because of a feeling I had and as soon my hand touched the door it swung open and I walked up the stairs and then I saw BiYu." She said this in one breath, speaking quickly. She was almost scared that Mr. Wang didn't believe her. "Who could have done this Mr. Wang? I was so scared I thought something happened to you too."

"Qiang, leave the house. The killer is probably still in this house. You're young and still able to run, go and get help. Call the police-" he was cut short by a presence behind Qiang.

She stiffens and turns around, a man with a black hoodie stood before her. His face hidden by the lowered hood, his sleeves were drenched with blood and a knife was in his hand.

She screams right before he throws the knife at her, aiming at the heart.