The Reaturn Of The Demon

~Chapter 22~

Remember when Bill rampaged and called Percy a sadistic bastard?

heh, me too.

You were sitting on the bed in silence, thinking deep on what you are going to do in the near future. You would either succumb to your fears, or stand and fight for what you need. At first you were tempted to succumb to the darkness and flea over to the Devil himself. However Percy heard and gave you one hell of a lesson. You took a deep breath, looking at the window shining with the moonlight.

Fight or fade.

That has been your motto for a long time. However no matter what you faded into the darkness. You tried to fight but you lost hope soon after. David is one hell of a smart man. To make matters worse you obtained your smart trait from him. Now that is a disgusting fact. That isn't the only disgustingly true fact.

You have many traits that came from him; intelligence, fighting, malice, boldness, and merciless to those seeking blood from the people you care about.

Although he's a disgusting person you hate...you couldn't appreciate David more than ever.

You never told that to anyone. If it weren't for him treating you like shit you would've never noticed how bold you can fight nor how strong you can be. He opened your eyes in a cruel way.

...so why not thank him personally?

You stared at the door and took a sigh.

"...you look like shit." You heard Bill mumble.

"Cause I am." You answered. You felt a weight pressed against your back with his head rested on your shoulder.

"I said you look like shit, not you are shit."

"and I answered your remark." You shrugged, "I do look like shit, so you aren't wrong."

"Aww don't take it personally." He poked your cheek, "I'm joking around~" His finger repeatedly poked your cheek.

"I love how you tend to joke around all the time." You sighed,

"Now now I don't joke all the time." He huffed, "I act serious sometimes."

"Literally sometimes" You rolled your eyes and smirked at that remark.

"You're so honest." Bill frowned then pecked your cheek, "I love it." You sighed, looking at the door.

"...mmm stop looking at the door." Bill mumbled,

"Why? It's handsome~." You smirked.

"Excuse you." He gasped, his head jerked from your shoulder. "The only handsome thing in this room is speaking to you."

"They say the quietest is the best trait." You smirked,

"Well this guy ain't quiet." Bill turned you around, "And this guy is the most handsome guy you'll ever meet."

You raised an eyebrow, "You are suppose to be handsome~?"

"I feel like this is some sort of back lash." Bill had a dead panned look on his face as he watched you laugh.

"Maybe~" You winked. Bill's hand slammed against his chest,

"It hurts.."

"I know, I know." You nodded triumphantly.

"It hurts that you're so cute on trying to teach me some sort of lesson."

"Wait what?" You blinked,

"You need to stop being so cute." He pinched your cheeks, "The cuteness level has been so high I can't take it anymore."

You stuck out your tongue, "You're gonna have to try harder." You spoke as your cheeks were being played with. Bill stopped playing with your cheeks and stared at you.