Demons Can't Love

Demon Bodyguard

(Jade's POV)

I carve the symbol into my skin on the top of my hand. I whimper at the feeling but am typically used to being cut. The pentagram glows red with my blood, finally giving off a reddish glow in the dark of my room.

I hear mom and dad downstairs, laughing as they talk to their friends about me being such a disappointment.

"She can't do shit honestly. All she does is sit in her room. I swear she is a psychopath. Always carrying around knives!" Mom yells.

"I found some in her room before and she writes about cutting all the time. She has a serious mental issue." Dad sighs.

I look down at the pentagram and sigh, a tear slipping past my eyes and falling into the wound. I don't feel the sting. I start to chant the words. The words that could really save me. Soon the temperature in my room drops. I feel unfazed as I close my eyes and repeat the chant. I feel a slight earthquake as the room shakes beneath me. The candles around me in a circle blow out and the window opens and closes, it has no shutters it's a push open one that can lock. My drawers open and clothes fly all over the place. My art papers on top of my drawing desk in the corner rains down as well. One of my sharp knives falls straight down in front of me, before my sitting form. I frown at it and notice shoes on the other side across from me. I look up as everything stops in mid air. The moon freezes and the papers hold in place in the air and so do the bits of clothes. I look up as I let my hand down. A boy stands there. His eyes glow red as he stares down at me. He looks like a normal boy but his air is all powerful and dangerous. The air thickens and sizzles with his power as he stares down at me with unblinking eyes.

"I want to make a deal." I feel my hair fall into my face and I leave it there as I stand. He is taller than me, my head reaching up to his chest. He is a lanky boy but tall and has a bit of muscle but I doubt it matches how powerful he actually is. He has on dark blue framed glasses. And his hair is almost shaved down to his head. His eyes glare down at me in such a piercing way that I release a shiver.

"What do you want?" He asks coldly.

"In exchange for my soul, body, and life, I want you to protect me from everyone and everything. Including my family and myself." I tell him seriously. My frown still stuck to my lips. He looks down at me once more.

"Why do you want this?" He asks, his face stays neutral and indifferent.

"Because I'm bullied a lot at school and at home. No where is home and if I have you then I'll finally feel safe..." I rub my arm, I ignore the stings of all the cuts and the bumps of all the scars there. It's all up and down and across my arms and legs. He notices.

"To complete this deal, you must let me brand you and you will brand me." He tells me and grabs my hand where I cut myself. He stares down at it and suddenly the cuts turn into a brand that gives off sizzles and some smoke as it glows red hot against my skin. I wince at the burning feeling. He runs his thumb on it and hums in approval. He looks at me.

"Where do you wish to brand me?" He asks. I see the collar of his shirt for the first time and lay my hand on his shoulder. He grits his teeth and growls out as he tenses. He pulls open his shirt collar and there is the scorch mark burned onto his pale skin. I stare at how more deep it burned. The skin was red all around it and looked very irritated like a virus. He sighs.

"You said you go to school. I will go enroll now. If you ever wish to call upon me, say my name three times."

"What's your name?" I ask him.

"You may call me Alvin as my human name. Saying my real name would bring you curses and death sentences." He told me. I nodded and he then disappeared with a small whoosh of the wind, I feel it hit my face. I sigh in relief as I topple onto my bed. I already feel safer, knowing that I can call upon Alvin if I am ever in danger. I hear them chatter downstairs and I can smell alcohol from here.

I wait for Alvin to return and I start thinking about all the interesting things people would think when they see him. I mean Alvin's eyes are red, which isn't a normal color and they might think Alvin is some emo nerd kid who transferred from somewhere crazy like Australia Or Russia. They aren't bad places but people can imagine stereotypical and terrible things... I just mean that it's like a far off land to people in America who have never been out of the country to far ones across the planets.

As in small minded jackasses.

I hear the small whoosh and feel the temperature drop again in the room. I look around my bedroom until my eyes land on glowing red ones in the dark corner of my room. I almost let out a gasp since he surprised me.

"What do you want our connection to be at school?" He asks.

"Connection?" Creases appear on my forehead as my eyebrows furrow in question.

"As in who I am to you. A cousin, a brother, a friend, a significant other." He suggests.

"...hmmm ..." I think about it. He doesn't look anything like me so can't be related. So only boyfriend or friend is left. I gulp. Boyfriend. My significant other. I look at him.

"Can't be my relative or related to me. So you can choose between my friend or my boyfriend." I inform him as I brush my hair out of my face.

"A romantic relationship or a platonic one? I believe when the time comes and they ask, I will answer them." I nod and lay down in my bed. Staring at the ceiling until I finally fall asleep.

"Good night."