I'm Proud Of The Demon In Me (Ricky Horror)

The Devil In I

"Come on" Ricky says as he walks into the forest. I follow him quite closely. Despite the fact its the middle of the day I still hate going into forests. Being surrounded by trees has always freaked me out it's always been an irrational fear of mine. He must notice my unease cause he puts his arm around my waist and pulls me towards him so our sides are pressed together. "It's okay we're not going to be out here long were just dropping by an old cabin I have to clean up. From there we'll drive to my place." I nod realizing that we are both covered in blood. A few more minutes pass and the trees thin out and then finally we're standing in a very small clearing in which a rugged log cabin is placed in the centre of. I look around to see a road that looks like it leads deeper into the woods. There's also a really beat up  white SUV type looking vehicle. It looks quite familiar for some reason, but I just shrug it off as deja vu. We walk up to the front of the cabin and Ricky unlocks the door. The cabin only has 2 rooms, the main room and what I assume is a bathroom. It's quite adequately furnished. There's a couch, a table and chairs, a queen size bed, some bookshelves filled with ancient books and there's even a full length mirror.

"Why do have this little cabin?"  I ask out of pure curiosity

"I generally find it useful for hiding things from my people but since I stepped down as dictator I've been staying here. Though I think it's time for me to take back my rightful place again and go back."  He says as I remove all my weapons and set them on the table.

"Dictator of what?" I ask even more interested. He's never mentioned anything about that. He refuses to tell me anything he did prior to meeting me. 

"I had a whole order of vampires under my control. They were completely loyal to my cause and I was the happiest I could be up until a few years ago. According to who took over I lost my edge." he says with a somber tone. This is obviously a sensitive topic for him, but he continues to speak "I was kind of forced to step down because I was apparently not ruthless enough anymore. Not relentless. Which was true, I let our enemies screw us over again and again. I kind of went down hill steadily where I had no regard for anyone but myself. Until I met you. You made me snap out of it. I was at rock bottom when I crawled in your window the first time. You were so kind to me even though you had every right to be hostile. My original intentions were to drink your blood but I gave up the moment I fell off the window sill and onto your desk. It also helped that you were listening to Slipknot and as soon I entered your presence I felt something inside me reignite as cheesy as that may sound. It's strange this effect you have on me. I feel like a king when I'm with you and if I'm away to long I start feeling hopeless again, even suicidal at times. I'm still struggling but you've helped me in more ways than you'll ever know."

I can tell just by his voice he feels bad for dragging me into this. I think he thinks that he's been taking advantage of me. "Hey, its alright, all of this. Your the best thing to ever happen to me." I say with a loving tone

"I'm glad you think that, but that's just the tip of the iceberg. When I was human the town I resided in had a weird supernatural allure. Always rumour flying that  vampires and demons were hiding among us. It ended up that I was singled out as being a demon because I choose not to attend church and because I apparently abandoned my family even though they abandoned me when I was 13. Those fuckers, but anyways It ended up when I was 17 the High-priest of the local church showed up at my house with a small group of clergymen and forcefully took me to the church. They tied me to a chair in front of the pews which were filled with people. They had what they believed was a book of exorcisms but it was a book of summoning rituals. It was written in latin and collectively they somehow figured out how to perform the ritual they thought would save me. They had it all set up perfectly even had blessings from the Archbishop. They had it perfect till they began reading off the spell which they were butchering the pronunciation of perfectly. Like they practiced reading it many times before.  This spell did the opposite of what the Priest wanted. Instead expelling the demon that was apparently in me it summoned the soul of a demon and permanently bound mine with it. I was enraged.  With my new found demonic powers I killed everyone in that church and took the book they used. By normal standards it would be considered extremely wicked and evil. In my new-found malevolence I thought it was wonderful since I found I was suddenly fluent in many languages including latin I used it to raised some demons from death. They were very loyal to me until a few years ago. They insisted that I step down and go off on my own for a while. To which I agreed to do because they proved that they could handle running the order without me. But enough of that I'm going to shower." He's suddenly acting nervous that's strange he's never nervous around me. Well I guess he did just tell me a lot about himself but still even this is a strange level of awkwardness. He didn't even give me the chance to say anything before he disappeared into the bathroom. He's a true mystery. Just when I think I have him figured out something always comes up that makes me question my relationship with him, but I guess that's why I love him. There's no denying it now I'm in love with him, but I'm not to sure if he feels the same about me.

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I'm very excited to be writing this story. I'm hoping this doesn't end up like the other stories I've tried to write. Please comment. I love to have feed back and if you suggest an idea of what should happen I might just use it.