What the hell am I doing?!? Letting some random fūcking demon I've never met before take me to his house while I've had a few. Fūūūūūck!!! I'm an idiot!
We pulled up to a nice looking apartment type house. The garage opened showing off his two other cars. "Well dāmn... Nice cars" I'm a bit more sobered up and aware of my surroundings now. "If you like those, you should see the house. It's gorgeous." Is it just me or is his voice captivating?
What do I do? What do I do? What the fak do I doooo?!?!? "Uh... I think I should just go back to my place. It's pretty late..." Uh-oh. He smirked at my words. "But so much good happens late at night." His hand started sliding up my thigh. "I uh.... Need to go.." My voice got really high pitched from nervousness. Dāmn it. I got out of the car and began walking away. "Hey! Let me take you back to your place. I don't want you getting hurt." He actually sounds believable. "Fine." I got back in the car an told him where I lived.
We pulled up to my house. "I'm sorry for trying to come on to you." He kept avoiding eye contact. Demons are never actually sorry you fūck. Maybe a little remorseful but never actually sorry. "No yer not! I know how this stuff werks." He seems a bit shocked at my words. "The fūck are you talking about?" Yep. He's mad. "Demons are never ACTUALLY sorry. A bit remorseful. Not sorry." Okay, I'm starting to feel like an arse. "Hmm. Whatever. Well how bout I pick you up tomorrow at 6 to show my 'remorse'." He had to act all dramatic and add air quotes, didn't he? "Fiiiiiiinneee." I started getting out of the car. "See ya then cutie." That smirk will be the death of me. Fūck.
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Demonic {On Hiatus}
FanfictionWell, as requested, an Anti and Dark story. One of the first prompts I've actually been interested in writing. I hope ya like it.
