The Demon Virus

Chapter Two

The house phone rings just as I'm turning off the shower. Cursing, I quickly wrap a towel around my waist, slamming out the bathroom door. The hallway is empty, my feet slapping on the hardwood floors as I try not to slip and break my neck while running to grab the phone.

I manage to snag it off the hook on the wall in the kitchen mid-ring. "Hey."

"Hey, baby, hope I didn't pull you from anything important," my mom says cheerfully. Her voice is half muffled, loud voices ringing out in the background.

"It's fine, Mom. How's the concert?"

"Awesome. Twenty years later and those old birds can still rock like they're spring chickens. I just wanted to tell you we'll be home later than I thought. We met some friends we haven't seen in ages and we've been catching up."

"Ma, you don't have to call me about this stuff." Like I wouldn't figure out that they'd be home late when they came in late? Parents.

"I just wanted to make sure you didn't think we were in a terrible accident or something, maybe flattened in the mosh pit."

"You are not moshing!" I exclaim, laughing at the very thought.

"Oh, it took everything for me to keep your father out of it. Thought he was going to jump on the stage and take a header."

My parents are kind of crazy. "Fine, you're going to be late. Go play with your friends already," I tease as I hear a hoot go up in the background.

"I will, I just want to make sure you remember to lock up."

"Mom..."

"And drag the trash to the curb. It's trash day tomorrow. Oh, and don't stay up too late playing video games."

I roll my eyes. "I love you, Mom," I say in an exaggerated growl that she completely ignores.

"Love you too, baby. See you in the morning." The phone clicks off, silence suddenly filling the air like a blanket. I hang up the receiver, wrapping my towel tighter around my hips as I glance at the black windows of the kitchen. I actually forgot to bring the trash out. It's now at the top of my 'to do' list, along with staying up as late as I damn well please while playing my game.

Toeing through the clothes on my bedroom floor, I look for my pajama bottoms. Pretty sure I didn't throw them in the hamper... There's movement out of the corner of my eye and I look up, my gaze falling to my computer screen. The page is no longer a flat black, a dim room seen on the screen. Did the link finally reload?

Alright, it's probably totally messed up, but I really want to see that demon dick again. I've been thinking about it all night ever since seeing the stupid video. It was just so... Ridges.

Shaking my head, I cross my room, leaning on my desk to peer at the screen. I click the play button, biting my bottom lip as I take in the posters of video game characters on the wall, one of them looking just like... "What the fuck?"

Turning my head, I take in my bedroom, the warm glow from my lamp, blue bedspread tousled in a mess, posters of my favorite video games on the wall. Then I look back at the computer, my stomach clenching in anxiety as the same image is reflected back, looking smaller and dimmer, but definitely my room.

I must have the webcam on. I never use the fucking thing, but I must have somehow turned it on. And for some reason it's showing through the same black page as that video was. And the back of my head. The back, because it's behind me. What the fuck... Seriously, what the fuck?

I freeze as something dark moves in front of the camera, my chest seizing, hands clenching in fists. I can no longer see the back of my head on the screen, instead a pair of broad shoulders connecting to a man with long dark hair and... and horns.