Annie stuck with Sam the entire drive to his house. He hoped his roommate Demetrius wouldn't be there, because he knew he'd pulverize him for giving revealing information to an unconfirmed being. He pulled into the driveway of his one-story cottage home at the end of the street, and Annie pulled up to the curb next to the mailbox.
He watched her climb out of the car, her wavy blonde hair falling around her face. She had to brush it away, annoyed, and he couldn't help but smile at her.
She grabbed her phone and walked up to him, "your house is really pretty."
His eyebrows furrowed at her statement, "thanks?"
She smiled lightly, "it's very home-y."
He smirked, leading her up to the front door, "wait till you see the inside."
Sam unlocked the door, a good sign of his roommates absence. The foyer was messy, there were shoes by the door and jackets slung over the stair railing. He threw my keys on the table and led her into the living room.
"Make yourself at home," He deadpanned, motioning to the maroon couches Demetrius had just bought a few weeks before, "Do you want anything to eat or drink?"
She looked at him uncertainly, "um, some water would be nice."
He tried to give her a warm smile before walking to the kitchen. He heard her sit down, and he could feel her nervousness wafting into the kitchen like a cold draft.
Same grabbed a water bottle and returned to the living room. Annie was stiff, her left leg shaking gently as he handed her the water. He tried to calm her with his mind. He pushed thoughts into her head of rolling waves, calm water, deep breathing, but none of it reached her. He wondered if she knew that she could shut off his connection to her.
He sat down across from her and studied her features. She was tucking her hair behind her ears, but it kept falling out. Her eyes were green with flecks of hazel, like bright emeralds, that were surrounded by thick eyelashes. Every blink was like a slow flirtation. Her lips were full and pink, and he would be lying if he said they did nothing for him.
She was beautiful and her features looked hand-picked by the gods. Maybe they actually were.
"So do you know what's going on?" She asked, slowly, breaking his concentration on her.
He ran my hand through his hair, "Emmett is a bad thing."
Annoyance flashed through her features and he swore he saw her eyes glimmer, "did you bring me here to tell me just that?"
"There's so much you don't understand. That I'm not sure I can make you understand." He started, picking his words carefully, "Emmett is a demon."
Her lip quivered as she sat in silence and he wanted nothing more than to smooth it out with his own.
"What... what did you just say?"
He sighed, "he's from Hades, the underground, whatever you want to call it. He's a demon and he feeds off of sexual auras."
Her eyes widened and he felt the room go cold in a flash. Did she know the effect she had on the things around her? He wondered what she was.
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Renova
Paranormal"I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't... fuck. Annabelle. I can't do anything but think about you." Annabelle started having the dreams after the death of her parents. She didn't know what they meant, and she didn't know how they were pulling her in...
