Incubus

Chapter 9

Everyone is a moon and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody

~Mark Twain 

He looked at me carefully, biting his lower lip. The glint in his eyes was still there. It seemed like he tried to see if I could handle what he was going to say. Or perhaps he was debating of whether to play this game my way and tell me what I wanted to know.

"Ask me anything, and I'll try and be as honest as possible with my answers," he suggested, leaning back in the chair, folding his arms behind his head and crossing his ankles.

"All right," I said, surprised that he was agreeing so freely. Thinking of where to start, I looked up at him, and suddenly all of my senses left me. He was sitting there in front of me, entirely at ease, but his expression was completely different from anything I'd seen before. Hayden stared at me with no smirk or vicious glint in his eyes. He looked normal. Beautiful, even. 

I reeled back. Why had that thought crossed my mind? NO, my mind screamed out at me. I shook my head and blinked rapidly to hide how flustered I suddenly was. Hayden grunted to draw me back to reality. Trying to avoid any more unwanted and inappropriate thoughts about Hayden, I immediately jumped into the subject of immediate interest. "There are many," I didn't know how to put it, "rumors going on around you." I made this up on the spot, to see if he would buy it.

He raised his eyebrow, but nodded his head, as if this was no news to him. "When you're a loser, there are rumors, and when you change and turn into someone completely different there are still rumors that circulate; they never stop following you. It's the way life works." 

What a great life philosophy, I sarcastically thought to myself, but I continued.

"Well, the first question that I want to you to answer is, did you... I mean," I suddenly grew extremely uncomfortable and had to drop eye contact. I couldn't stand his pressing eyes and didn't know if I wanted to ask him that question. Without thinking, I instead blurted out, "Were you ever the reason for the conception of a baby?"

"Do you mean to ask me if I got a girl pregnant?" he said, eyebrows raised. 

I gulped. Maybe I had stepped over the line with my first question. It was very personal, and probably none of my business. And why would I want to know anyway? Perhaps I wanted to know what he wanted from me, why he'd bothered to ask me on a date. I highly doubted he was looking for a long-lasting relationship with someone, especially someone like me. So what did he want? Sex? A fling? A one-night stand? 

To my utter surprise, he shook his head. "No, I've never gotten a girl pregnant before. But I've sure as hell fucked enough of them to know that I need to use protection more often."

His words made my eyes widen. I hadn't ever heard people use words like that in normal conversation or speak in such a disgusting way. I didn't expect him to be so blunt with me but didn't know why I expected anything else from him.