Halos and Horns(Demon!Thomas Jefferson XAngel!Reader)

Chapter 3: Dream

" Training went well in the human world?" Alex asked, flying by your side home. " You didn't get hurt or anything, right?"

You shook your head, " Do I look hurt?"

" No." he chuckled. " Sorry for being overprotective of you. It's happening out of nowhere. I'll try to tone it down."

You smiled, " You're fine. You're just looking out for me. After all, I'm an In-Training you're a Full-Fledged it makes sense." you both landed at your doorstep. " So, anyways. Thanks for flying with me home."

" Any time, (Y/n). Have a good night."

You nodded, " I will. Night." you opened the door to your house and sighed. " What was a day!" First, there was the fact that you were stressed about covering up everything that happened last night, meet Thomas during your training, and let's not forget the fact that he still wanted you as his mate! That demon would stop at nothing to make you his. Seriously, that demon as no idea of personal space and boundaries. Then again, he was a demon. Thomas was not an angel unlike you. He's demonic, you're angelic, that was a huge difference between you two.

You went upstairs to your room, yawning. " Goodbye demon, hello bed!" you laughed to yourself, grabbing some pj's to change into. Just when you were going to change, you stopped for a moment. Your paranoid side got the best of you, making you check every corner of your house. As much as you didn't want to, you had to make sure Thomas was not there. You don't know why. You just wanted to make sure he wasn't there to see you change, or do something worse.

When you were assured that you were safe, you began to change.

As much as you wanted to forget about Thomas, there was a harsh reminder that he was and would always be fresh in your mind. It would happen every time you would look at your wings that he tormented you with, and when you look at your veins that had his venom running in them. Well, then to be tactical, your body was completely tainted by Thomas. His hands roaming as they pleased around your body, his lips that never feared to make contact with your skin. There were even slight red marks on your neck, god damn hickeys. Dear God, basically your entire body was tainted by Thomas. Boy, what a great guy!

Once you finished changing you laid down on your bed, staring at the ceiling. You were comparing the softness on laying on the soft, fresh, relaxing grass of the human world and your cushioning bed. With that, you were slowly going asleep.

You looked around. It was a city, full of people, but they had masks on. The people did not have normal masks, however. Their masks seemed to a blank canvas, pure white, void of features.

Slowly, they began to make way clearing a path, revealing a young child and a man which could only be their father, both wearing those featureless masks. It looked like they were arguing, and the father seemed to have won the fight.

The scene changed, now there was the child in their teens, they were alone. They then disappeared from view. Next thing you knew there was no one in their place. Only a dark figure than a blood-curdling scream.

You woke up, heart pounding out of your chest." W-what the f-fuck was that?!" you gasped out of confusion and horror, getting up from your bed.

That was beyond normal for your standards. Sure you had a couple of weird dreams, but that dream outdid it all. 

You looked around, noticing a drastic change in scenery. You were in the different bedroom. It had the overwhelming scent of dust and old stuff. The bed's sheets color were faded and dull. In fact, even the entire room you were in its decoration seemed very old, but it was too hard to look for further detail while sitting down in bed.

" Where am I?" you asked yourself.