Guardian Demon ✔ | Lams

Day 3: A Father's Ignorance

TW: Mention of abuse
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Maria left after a while and I was saddened when she was no longer here. For some odd reason I felt like I pushed her away. I'm not myself anymore, I have empathy and love, I feel things that I never thought I would feel, and I feel sorry for things that I'd usually won't feel sorry for. I'm different, but it feels okay. I'm changing for John. . . I hope this is all worth it.

With a gentle push I shake John to wake him up. He stirs and looks up at me, still a bit drowsy, "What time is it?" He asks, his voice husky.

"I'm not your watch, darling . C'mon let's go I have to get you home, you were out cold." I chuckled lightly. John sat up and nodded. We picked up our trash from the park and walked to John's house, my arm wrapped around his shoulders.

It was dark now, the stars and streetlight aluminated the path for us. I could see John's troubled expression.

"I wish I could take you inside." John sighed as we reached the house.
"Why can't you?" I felt genuinely confused for a second before letting out a small, "ohh."
"Yeah, but I'll see you tomorrow."

John kissed my cheek and walked inside. I never knew a demon had the capability to blush as hard as I was blushing right there. Demons don't do, 'blushing' we make other people do it. 
I was standing there for a second and noticed that most of the lights where off.

I snickered a bit before climbing up the house from growing vines, I made my way to John's room before he did and I layed on the bed. I pet Tessa, Will, and Jem while waiting for John to come upstairs. He was taking quite along time. . .

Now I was worried. He still hasn't showed up yet.

Finnaly the door knob turned, John came in, but I couldn't see his face due to it being dark. He slammed the door loudly and jumped on the bed. John gave out a high queak when he felt me.

"Alexander??  What are you doing here? My old man will kill me!" He sounded frantic.

I narrowed my eyes. "John. . . turn on the light. . ."

It was pitch black here and I knew something was wrong. I heard John let out a small gasp. "There really is no need to -"
"John. Turn. On. The Light." My voice was laced with fury.
I wasn't angry at John, actually I didn't know what I was mad at, but I was.
John winced, but complied, turning on his bedside lamp.

The light flooded in and I got a good look at John's face.

My eyes widened as I saw a forming bruise on his left cheek, a split lip and a bloody nose on his beautiful face. I sat up straight and cupped John's face in panic. He winced again but I ignored it.

"W-who hurt you?" I stuttered and examined his face closely, his lip was bleeding slightly less than the nose.

"Who do you think." John turned away from me in an attempt to hide his face. "My dad doesn't like me out at night. He said that nobody wanted to see my ugly ass face." John was red with anger, but he didn't move from his spot on the bed. His blood dripped and stained the sheets.

I made a risky move and licked John's blood from his lips, I held onto his shoulder and balanced myself of my other arm. John gasped as I did so, but after most of the blood was cleaned he kissed me. He tasted of blood of course and I moaned into it and pulled him closer until I finnaly got on top of him.

Demons don't eat, out bodies have evolved so that we needn't to digest anything, regular food tastes a bit bland, but blood. . . Blood was a sweet lustfilled liquid. Where ever there was blood there was sex. And right now I had trouble controlling myself. I let out a low moan as John's hands roamed my body.

"Shh." John hummed out while removing my jacket, "My dad could hear us."

I captured his lips again before pulling away, "By the Devil, you're beautiful John, so fucking beautiful." I kissed him again.

John blushed a little as I removed his shirt revealing his chest, he tried to cover it. "Don't." I say to him, "Let me see how beautiful you are."

He nods and pulls me into a yet another kiss.

And our night got better from there.