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[Chapter 18]

Chapter Eighteen:Runner, Runner

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Incubus' POV

"Hey, over here," I whisper in Midget's--let's call him that-- ear. He was still running (or more like jogging) away from me. He screamed as he heard and saw me easily and silently keeping pace with him, beside him. I could've been a ghost to him for all I knew and saw from the look on his face when he finally saw me; I was so silent.

"Leave me alone! Please!" He yells to me, not looking at me as he trained his eyes on, what I suppose, was his car. I laugh, almost manically, as I rush ahead of him and block the door for the drivers seat.

He comes to halt right in front of me, his face red and blotchy and his breathing heavy and hitching, then turns right back around on his heels and starts running the other way, as far from me as he could get. I wait for him to at least put 20 feet between us.

When he was almost just a tiny speck in my line of sight, I started forward; walking instead of running. I would make him think I was on his heels and scare him a bit. Maybe even exercise him, he sort of needed it considering how quickly he was out of breath and heaving loads of air.

I saw him turn around and see that I was far enough away from him that he could sneak in a break and stop. He leaned against some car, his chest almost heaving, as if he was hyperventilating, and turned his head to his left to see where I was.

I was much closer to him than he thought.

While he had been busy concentrating on his breaths, I had quickly ran to the corner of the building, away from his sight and in a dark alley, where the car he had been leaning on, was parked in front of.

He looked around, perplexed and confused and frightened and sighed and stared to run again. I laughed aloud and started strolling leisurely behind him. I was greatly enjoying this; his pain, his discomfort and his panicked and stricken state. He was as scared as a mouse when a cat finally caught it and running like a deer when a wolf came around to hunt it.

I was the shark and he was the bleeding surfer. I was the wolf and he would be the three little pigs--altogether. I was the predator and he was my easy prey.

Today was not his day.

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After making the midget run for a whole half an hour, he was done for. He stopped to catch his breath and let me catch up to him and walk, very slowly might I add--giving him a chance to run away again--over to him. I had even stopped a few feet away from him, silently giving him another chance but he just shook his head 'no' and stared at me.

"Eh, you're too easy," I said and started to walk away. Yes, he was a hunter, but it wasn't in me to torture the poor, helpless midget anymore. It wasn't because I was nice, it was because I didn't enjoy an easy catch.

Before he could say anything to me, as I thought he would from the incredulous look in his face and his open mouth, I walked until I was a good distance away from his ragged and drained energy and made myself vanish into the air, leaving nothing but a little mark on the pavement as a reminder that I had been there and almost like a territorial mark for other demons to consider doing anything 'bad' in this part of town.

It was my territory; my playground.

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I appeared in front of the house around twilight. I could see one if the lights upstairs shine through the thin curtains of what had to be Starlight's room. If you were to see my room from outside the house, you would probably see a big, black rectangle for where the window should be; I lived in the darkness like a vampire. Well we are demons--demons of the night.

Throwing the door open, I stroll inside. The house was quiet, the only noise being my breathing, the neighbours dog barking (dogs can sense demons and so he never shuts up) and the TV.

Walking deeper into the house, and into the living room where the TV was blazing, I see that no one is actually there, watching.

"Starlight!?" I yell loudly and the dig next door shuts up.

Standing and listening, I wait to hear any noise. It was completely silent now and I strained my ears to listen harder. Nothing. Why was his room light on then? Jogging up the stairs and into Starlight's room, I look around, bewildered and shocked. His room his completely torn apart; askew. He was a clean freak, almost to the point of OCD...

What the actual Hell?

I knew the Starlight kept a stack of notebooks on his desk. Sone where thin, others where thick. Some if then were ancient and others were brand new. What I don't know was what he kept and hid so precariously from Luna and I. What did he wrote in them? Were they diaries? I almost chocked trying to keep my laughter in. Starlight was far from being a demon --he didn't seem like one at all. But writing in diaries? That was a bit too much. I guess it would be okay...but seriously? That would be like seeing a 45 year old man playing with Barbie dolls!

"Starlight?" I call out again, lamely and uselessly. He wasn't here and I already knew that. Robber? Assassin? Militia? Who would want to enter a demons house and trash their room? And it was only one room!

I walk around the room, picking up random pieces of paper and looking at them. They were notes, not diaries. It was like Starlight was keeping track, and almost scientific, notes on...us.

Luna and I.

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