Genesis

5~ Simon

   Listening to Ollie explain his story was like being read to sleep. You want to stay awake to hear the rest, but the voice telling the story was so melodic, it was painful. At the parts he got excited, he talked with his hands, like Austin had when they talked the first day. Though Austin wasn't chained to a wall, emitting a painful ringing every time he moved, I smiled at the memory.
   "Well now you know about how me and Austin switch..." He drew out, his eyes gleaming excitedly. "Wanna' hear about our parents?"
   I nodded, enjoying the fact that I got to learn so much.
   "Well, my dad is an all powerfull demon overlord! But my mom is a werewolf alpha. They met through my godmother, Ella, when she owned my dad as a pet." He laughed at the look on my face.
   "Let me explain. When demons get to a certain age, they do this thing where they poof back home. Then they spend a different amount of time, depending on the power of the demon, there before they can return to Earth in a natural form, usually some type of animal, that usually lasts a month or two. Well Dad came back as as chicken and was adopted by Ella, who was friends with my mom because her pack saved Ella's life. When Dad transformed back to normal, they kinda just, fell in love."
   "Wow, so you're half werewolf?"
   "Yep, but we can't change or anything. It just enhances our senses and gives the Hounds a reason to like us more. I have one as a pet, back home."
   I smiled at how childish he sounded when he googled over his "pet". Then, a thought struck me.
   "Does that mean you and Austin are going to poof?" I yelped with worry.
   "No, see, that's why there is two different versions of us. Two personalizes. We were born half mortal, and Dad did it to make it easier on our Earthen life. I don't think mortals would take to kind to seeing this," He guestered awkwardly to himself. "at their local coffeehouse." He laughed.
   "True enough..." I replied, smirking to myself.
   "What?" He wondered, one eyebrow raised.
   "This sounds like an anime or a book or something. My roommate is a demon." I replied, my voice light, though I was still a bit freaked. "My roommate is a demon."
   He smiled a bit, an awkward half smile.
   "Goodbye, Simon." He whispered.

***

   Austin's head hung low, his abnormal features completely gone.
   "Austin!" I yelled, rushing over to tear helplessly at the chains.
   It was quite a while before I got them off, leaving the links not buried in the wall clattering against the wood floor.
   He sunk, his arms relaxed against his thighs. They tensed when he tried to move.
   "Don't, you need to sleep." I whispered, wondering if he already was.
   "They're... beautiful." He choked, his words sounding forced through a thick amount of sleep.
   "What's beautiful?"
   "Your eyes. Stop hiding them." He replied, struggling to look at me.
   "Only if your sleep."
   But he never heard me. The moment the words slipped from my lips, he slumped forward, snoring gently against my shoulder.
   It felt like a movie scene... if not for the question that ticked into my head.
   How in the word was i going to get him into bed?
   After much struggle, my task was complete. I smiled at the sight of my big bad roommate sleeping peacefully, curled into a ball. Every part of me told my brain to stay.
   So I did.
   At this point, I wasn't even tired. Sure, my eyes stung a bit, but after flipping on the small TV he had in his room, and turning the volume down low, I involved myself in whatever was on.
    Insomnia.
   At about seven thirty in the morning, I proceeded to make breakfast with whatever edible food I found.
   Peppermint tea, toasted bagels with cream cheese, a pan of scrambled eggs, and a bit of sausage that I'm pretty sure had been freezer burned.
   Casually, I fixed Austin a plate, assuming that he would probably be hungry when he woke up.
   I myself ate a quarter of a bagel and a cup of tea. I wasn't really hungry.
   When I stumbled back into the room, Austin was shielding his face with a blanket and complaining about the light. I snickered and reached to set the plate and cup on his nightstand.
   "Mmmmmm, smells good, babe. But since when do you wake up early? Or know how to cook?" He mumbled.
   "What?" I laughed, fairly confused.
   He threw his blanket off and looked at me in an odd way. When realization crossed his face, it was hard not to laugh.
   "Sorry, I thought you were my girlfriend, Nico."
   "Was she the one that stormed out of here with a boy on my first day?"
   "Yeah, that was her brother, Micha. He's rude."
   I made an "o" shape with my mouth and guestered to the food.
   "I cooked."
   "Did you eat?"
   No. "Yes."
   He eyed me like he didn't believe me. "Okay."
   His eyes where bright when he finished, like he was excited about eating. "God, Nico doesn't ever cook. She's never here long enough too." He stated. "That was good."
   "Was it? I wouldn't know-" I stopped short, his gaze suddenly tense. "what you would like... so I just made everything."
   He didn't seem to buy it, but he let it slide. I wondered if he would bring it back up, when there was a jangle at the front door.
   "Baby, I'm back." A female's voice called. "We have to talk."
   He mouthed "I'll be back," at me as he left. I heard their voices raise and lower and the door shut.
   I never heard her voice again.
  
***

   "You wanna talk about it?" I questioned a giggling Austin.
   After Nico had left, he decided to drown himself in cheap whisky. He had told me, before he started, he never drank without a reason. Even though the smell of his drink made me gag, I let him be, at least he would sleep good.
   "Do you want to talk about it?" Austin giggled, leaning in my direction.
   "I don't want you to hurt yourself."
   "Awwww, you're worried about me. I knew you loved me!" He laughed, falling backwards onto the couch, whisky still in one hand. It sloshed unevenly at the sudden movement.
    I felt my face heat to a heavy red.
   "Ummm, no! If you died, they would think it's me! Think, new roommate, bottle of alcohol, only one of us intoxicated, and a lot of screaming."
   "Well, you don't hate me, love." He laughed, his cheeks painted red from the alcohol.
   I didn't need any to match the color, his smile was enough. But I wasn't going to let him win that easily.
   "Yes, I do and don't call me that." I growled, crossing my arms over my chest.
   "Then I propose a bet," He snickered, his electric eyes narrowing. His words weren't at all slurred, even in this highly intoxicated state. They were straight forward and their message was clear.
   This is where my life would end...
   But my story was just beginning
   I was ready for this change.
   "Deal, whatever it is, deal. I'm in." I replied, not fidgeting with my sleeve like I normally would.
   He smiled, leaning close. I noticed two things immediately, how drunk he really was, and how sharp his canine teeth were compared to normal people.
   "You're playing a dangerous game." He crooned, his eyes narrowing to a playful glare. "You're dancing with the devil."
   I leaned back, putting a bit of distance between with us. My hand flitted up and pressed against his shoulder to keep him from getting close again.
   "Austin, you're drunk. You should sleep."
   "Not yet, sunshine. You haven't heard my bet."