The Demon I Love

Chapter 1

Kyungsoo's P.O.V.

I wrap the Crimson colored robe around my body, pulling the shades back from the window to gaze out into the night, scrunching my nose up and sneezing- a squeak like sneeze. 

I continue to stare out at nothing in particular, a shiver running through my spine as I let the shades go, allowing them to bounce back in their place.

I turn around and glance around the small room.  "Fuck why did I choose such a small hiding place.." I murmur softly and take a seat at the edge of the bed.  Thankfully the bed isn't child sized.  Although I'd probably fit on a bed fit for a child with my body type. 

I glance around again, disappointed that I only see a desk in the corner, and a dresser in the opposite, a door in between and a door next to the bed, one leads to a bathroom, and the other; outside. 

I ruffle up my hair and lay down, staring up at the ceiling.  Seventeen and staying in on a Friday..

  I roll my eyes along with my body, wrapping my arms around a nearby pillow.  What the hell am I talking about, what else would I be doing besides-  hush Kyungsoo..  He can hear your thoughts.  Clear your mind.  Clear your mind.. I continue to chant in my head until I tilt my head up, sighing softly.

I hope he doesn't fin- clear your mind..  I murmur the words out loud this time, pressing my eyes closed until I slowly begin to drift off.

No ones P.O.V

A man teleports into the room, in a poof of black smoke the trails around his legs and feet until it disappears.  The mans lips quirk up into a smile as he stares at the boy laying in the bed.

He slowly walks towards the boy until he's standing in front of him.  He crouches to stare at the boys sleeping face, a thin line of drool dripping down his chin.  The boy mumbles in his sleep.  How cute..  The man thinks as he pushes his bangs out of his face.

"My beautiful Kyungsoo..  I'll have you soon, my love. " The man speaks softly- not loud enough for the boy to speak softly.  He begins to stroke the boys face.

"Soon..  Soon we will be together." The man then leans forward to kiss the boy on the forehead, softly stroking his hair before he pulls something out of his pocket and places it on the bedside table beside the boy.

He then turns to leave the room, glancing at the boy. "Yes.. Quite soon." His lip quirks up into a smirk as black smoke begins to curl around his feet, up his legs and eventually consuming him.

----the next day----

Kyungsoo sleeps soundly in the bed, now covered by the ivory sheets, his fingers curled around the edge of the sheets. Soft mumbles tumble from his mouth as his eyes flutter open and narrow as they are invaded by the bright glow of the sun.

Kyungsoo's P.O.V

I release a groan of annoyance at the Suns rays. I stay laying and pull the covers over my face, whining in displeasure. "I don't wanna..." I murmur softly as if someone is telling me to get up.

"Fine." I whine and uncover myself, blinking my eyes to get used to the sunlight, my eyes traveling around the room and stopping at a piece of paper and a black rose laying on the bedside table.

Scratching at my head, thus fucking up my hair more then is already is, I reach over to the table and pick up the scrap of paper. My eyebrows furrow as I unfold it and I freeze upon reading the words: "Soon, my love."

My heartbeat picks up and I stare at it, glancing at the black rose for a split second.  Words are caught in my throat as I delicately reach for the rose and pick it up, inspecting it. 

Pretty..  I think as I twirl it around between my fingers, biting my lip as thoughts swirl around in my head.  He's never hurt me before..  He's only ever hurt the people who keep me away from him..  "Why.?" I murmur the words I confusion as I try to piece things together.

Why do they keep me from him if he has no desire to hurt me...?  I question myself as well as their "reasonings" for a few more minutes before I slip the covers off of myself and plant my feet on the ground, standing up.

I continue to hold the card and the rose as I look around for a vase of some kind.  Ah there.  After finding what I need I fill it with water and place the rose inside, laying the card next to it.

Should I run again...?  Thoughts begin to stir in my mind again, while I stare at the black rose.   I'm tired of running..  Unsure of what to do, I sigh and rub my temples.  "Okay.."  Looking up and at the clock, I decide: I better get to work..  I'll make the decision tonight.  Or at least try to... 

?: P.O.V

Two men peer into a large mirror, the boy, Kyungsoo stares at the rose.  One man sits in a large Crimson and black thrown with a smirk on his face while the other stands beside him, with a stoic gaze.

"He's contemplating whether or not to give himself to me."  The man in the thrown states as he tilts his head to the side.  However the man beside him keeps the look on his face and nods.

"Why don't you just take him?"  The taller male beside him looks down at the one in the thrown.  "Oh Yifan you know it has to be of his own free will."  The male replied as he viewed his nails. 

"Yifan you are the oldest and strongest of the warlocks my friend, I would of thought you'd know that."  The male in the thrown continued, a playful smile on his lips as he looks back up at Yifan, who just hums in reply.  "Well of those on the underworlds side of course."

Yifan once again nodded with a soft chuckle.  "Of course, sire."  He replied to him and focused his attention back on the boy reflected in the mirror.  "Yifan you are thousands of years old.  How come you don't have a lover..?" 

Yifan, again looked down at the dark haired male.  "Your not the only one watching yours."  Yifan chuckles and looks up again.

"I'm watching him.  He's merely 18.  A warlock, like myself.  Only difference is he's on the other side.  For now at least.  He's a trouble maker, my love.  His lust, and love grows stronger for me each day."  Yifan stared at nothing in particular as he thought about him, a smile crossing his lips.

"Hmm a young warlock?  That makes sense why I've never seen, or heard of a lover up till now.   What's his name?"  The male in the chair, Jongin, asks as he looks up at Yifan, who seems to be shocked out of his state of his thoughts.

"His name is Zitao."  Yifan looks back at the mirror, watching Kyungsoo before a short gasp leaves his lips.   Jongin looks confused at this and looks back into the mirror.  "In fact..  That's him."  Yifan pointed to a window behind Kyungsoo, a male peering into it. 

"Now why would your young warlock be doing that..?"  Jongin now looked up at Yifan.  "I have no clue.."  Yifan murmured as he stares at Zitaos figure.