Demon To Human [Mad!CryxAlesia , PewdieCry]

Chapter Two

 I DON’T KNOW WHAT JUST HAPPENED BUT THIS IS A THING. ~Kitty

Okay, guys. Throughout the story, I will be the one writing most of the smut. That’s the thing I’m most excited about. x3 If you wanna help you can, I’m just sayin’.....~Kitty

There’s going to be a lot of cursing, just so you know. And maybe a few trigger things, so just warning you. -Wolf

The young girl slowly opened her eyes, taking in her surrounding. Suddenly remembering everything that happened, she looked at the couch finding it empty. She was instantly worried and threw the cover from her small body. She got up and looked back at the open kitchen, nothing. She turned and walked past the couch and upstairs quickly. She opened the door to her brother's and his husband’s room quickly and quietly, nothing. They had most likely gone out again, or were outside. She closed the door again and turned, walking to the room across the hall. She opened the dark oak door and walked inside. The room was a dark maroon, with a single window above the bed. She closed the door behind herself and locked it twice before trying to open it, a routine that showed her OCD more than anything else she did. She quickly turned again and walked towards her walk-in closet.

She could be called many things, a slut, a whore, whatever, she was all of them. She knew this, and didn’t care. She loved her style and wouldn’t change for anyone. She loved to show skin, breast, and legs. She most likely doesn’t even own a pair of jeans.

She quickly pulled on a pair of shorts and a crop top, with a pair of knee socks. She grabbed a pair of converse and walked towards the door. As she walked downstairs and towards the front door, she heard her brother-in-law and brother out in the kitchen.

“I’ll be back in a few hours, bye.” she called out.

“Bye!” She heard her brother call out as she opened the door and exited. She quickly walked towards the sidewalk, still unsure as to where she was going, just that she had to look for him. Even if she didn’t find him, she had to try.

He grinned, walking down another alleyway. He held a knife in his hand, arm limp at his side. His fingers were coated in dried blood, as well as the hilt of his knife. The blood was smeared on the blade where it had been wiped off. He’d lost count of how many people he’d left behind to rot, never be found, or lead to a dead-end murder investigation. Quickly hiding his blade and hands in his hoodie pockets, he stepped out of the alley and onto another street. Growing tired, he had to find a place to rest. He had forgotten his previous whereabouts the night before and had no money. All the faces he saw were blurred together. Not even able to remember his own face.

Blinking, he crossed a street, walking by a familiar cafe that was adorned with plants. It had a fence around the front made of iron or a cheap metal that was painted black. Vines from the plants grew along the small fencing from their places hanging above either side of the door that led to the small brick patio. White tables with big umbrella shades overtop had small jars filled with dirt and a variety of small colorful flowers planted in them. The place was rather homey and even had a fireplace lit and heating the area up when there was colder weather.

He sighed, knowing the food was good, as well as the tea, yet he had no money. No money, no job, home, or family. The man with the mask was alone in the world with no friends or support. It didn’t matter to him, however, since he could go back to his original home at any time he would like to. He could also just break in and get away easily, but even as a murderer, he had his own morals.

“Hey!” A familiar voice called.

He turned and saw a familiar face. He couldn’t place where or how he knew her though. Off instinct, he turned away and started walking. Darting into the nearest alley, which happened to be between the cafe and another building, he hid.

“Wait!” She ran after him and turned the corner to watch him. “Mad!”

Mad had already vanished into the shadows. She looked around.

He watched her from the shadows as she wandered deeper into the alley. In his thoughts, he thought that he could have some fun with her before she died; she’d be his last for the night. She quickly walked further away from the road, glancing back at the light. She didn’t care what happened, she just wanted to find out why he had left so quickly.

Walking behind her, still shrouded in darkness, he made is way toward her.  

She was silent as she turned slightly and walked straight into him. He grinned, a sadistic smile. Taking her wrists, he pushed her back into the wall. She yelped and tried to pull away from him. He kept her back, taking both her small wrists in one hand and pulling his knife out of his pocket. He put it to her chin, lifting her face to look at him, and laughed quietly.

“Hello, there.” Mad grinned.