The Contract

XVII - Terribilis

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Again, I got up at 2:00pm. My parents still weren't home, so that was all good. Lure was still asleep with his head on my lap like earlier, except he was now turned towards me, and he had grown a habit of continuously nuzzling his forehead and nose against the cloth. From time to time, as I watched him, I noticed he'd hiss or purr in his sleep, much like he was having a dream that contained a number of ups and downs. A few times, he had mumbled out what had sounded like, "Here kitty, kitty, kitty."

Interesting.

Out of no where, he bit down on the cloth, also biting my leg in the process. A loud squeak emitted from my lips as his teeth tightened their hold on me, and soon after, sleep wafted away from him. He blinked a few times—lazy, slow blinks—then let go of the cloth and peeked up at me through his dark eyelashes, smacking his lips absently as if satisfied with the lingering taste of something I'd rather not know about. He let out a short yawn and I was, for a moment, weakly reminded of an innocent child stirring after a long nap. He cocked his head mockingly and innocently stated, "Great dream."

"Here kitty, kitty, kitty," I recited, unable to constrain the grin that worked at my lips when he flashed me an amused smirk.

"I said that out loud, did I?" he grinned up at me, showing off a row of perfect teeth. He nestled his forehead against the cloth again and closed his eyes, whispering huskily, "Here kitty, kitty, kitty."

"So you had a dream about a cat?" I inquired after a moment of watching him attempt to go back to sleep. Lure shook his head against me, his chestnut hair lightly tickling the cloth.

"It was about you, love." He opened his eyes and pushed himself into a sitting position. He was still visibly tired, judging from the slightly dark shade under his eyes and the fact that his shoulders seemed slack. He glanced down at the cloth on my lap, seemingly unable to focus. He yawned again, but this time, added a simple torso stretch. "Your parents are almost here," Lure added thoughtfully through clenched teeth, just finishing off with the stretch.

I regarded him with teasing suspicion. "How do you know?"

"I can feel that they're close," Lure lazily explained, turning to press his forehead against the back of the couch to, I assumed, fend off an oncoming headache. "I have alarms flashing in my head."

"Alarms? Why?"

"They're unwanted."

I gazed at Lure with befuddlement. "You just lost me."

"I don't want them to be here," Lure said simply, as if that would answer all my questions.

"And?"

"And so my instincts tell me to kill them."

Managing to control my voice and to keep it steady, I asked him, "Are you going to kill them?"

Lure smirked, slowly arching his pierced eyebrow in mock interest. "No."

I looked away and murmured, "Good."

We went silent. After a few moments, I glanced at Lure and found, without much complaint, that I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I didn't know what it was that allured me to him, but I couldn't fight it off. I couldn't control it. Well, I could, but it was difficult. After every second that ticked by ever so slowly, it got harder and harder for me to deny that I felt something for Lure.

Something I had never felt towards anyone before.

Why did I like him so much, even though he was a sadistic—perhaps sadomasochist—demon? Not to mention bloodthirsty and perverted. Why did I care for him so much? Ugh—I was such a morbid person.