We Are Not What We Seem

Chapter 1 Demon Year: 20032

POV: Jessie Age:??

"So, why are we here?" I turn my head to the side and stare at Matt. He turns to look at me, and pushes his red hair out of his eyes.

"I have no clue what you mean." I respond, turning my head back, to face forward, so I don't run into something.

"Yes, you do. We never come here, unless you need to do something." Matt says accusingly.

"What if, that something, is just...having fun?" I blow my harvest gold hair out of my eyes, so I can actually see. We stop walking, and Matt snorts.

"You actually know the word fun?"

"Despite your sarcastic behavior, I still like you, so shut up." Matt rolls his eyes. I shove my hands into my frayed jeans pockets. My sweater scratches at my arms, with its' threads and I glare at it. "If you could stop harming me sweater, that would be great." Matt laughs and people passing by give us weird looks, which we return with glares. I wore this sweater because it looks good on me, but it's super uncomfortable. The club Matt and I are standing in front of is dirty and greasy. The faded neon lights flicker off and on in the opaque window. It's also a super popular club, for people who want to drink underage, because if you look about 21, and you can pay they give you a beer.

"Well since we're here; we might as well go in." I suggest. So we do. We start by heading over to the bar, and grabbing a drink. Nonalcoholic for me, and the strongest thing for Matt. Then we make our way to the edge of the room away from all the dancing, but close enough, so I can check out hot guys while Matt talks to me. The dancing is less dancing and more the grinding of sweaty bodies against each other and friend groups splitting up to find people to dance with.

"So, you actually only wanted to come here so you could check out hot guys. I see how it is." Matt says raising an eyebrow suggestively.

"Shut up." I say punching him in the arm lightly, but I can't hide the smile that's creeped it's way upon my lips.

"Well, if your gonna check out hot guys, I'm gonna go find some hot girl to dance with." And then Matt leaves me all by myself. I shout protests of this plan after him but he ignores me. I sigh, leaning against the wall drinking my beer, watching young, drunk adults mingle. I'll never be able to describe the feeling of wanting to never come here again and the anticipation of the next time.

I watch as Matt disappears into a corner of the room with a young girl with blue hair. I throw my gaze toward the crowd and train my eyes on them. Demons. Demons of all shapes and sizes crowd the dimly lit club and gulp watered down liquor. I deposit my empty cup on the counter and slink around the edge of the club. Wallflowering. It's a skill. I brush past curtains with ease and see glimpses of couples...embracing. I shudder and see a dark velvet curtain in the very back of the room. Bingo. I smirk and feel for the knife I hid in the sleeve of my sweater as I dodge giggling demons. I roll my eyes as one grabs the collar of my shirt before falling to the side in a fit of laughter. They're very drunk. I continue to make my way to the back curtain but am stopped again by someone who's...sober?

"You're not allowed back there." The demon states.

"Aww why not?" I ask pretending to be drunk.

"Because your mundane (winky face)" He says, "And you're drunk."

"Aww, come on, don't be like that. All I want is some fun, with the big guy. I can give him a good time, I promise." I say acting drunk still, putting one hand in the air and the other over my heart.

"Dude, just let him through. What can he do he's human? The boss won't mind." Another dude says from behind him.

"Whatever." The first dude says and steps aside. I continue to pretend to be drunk until I get passed the two of them. A third guy comes, and tells me I have to wait to see 'the boss', so I wait until it's my turn.