Demon // EXO

Chapter 10

I froze, remembering the way the brothers had spoken about him. He used to live with a human family, and he was also one of Satan's favourites.

I laughed nervously, scratching the back of my head as I went to subtly shut the door, "ah, I'll tell him you stopped by-"

He shot his foot out to prevent the door from fully closing and I nearly screamed. When were the brothers getting home? Was Jungkook preparing to eat me for lunch or torture me to show Satan he was demon enough?

"So, why have my brothers been keeping a human in their home?"

I gulped, desperately trying to slam the door on his face, but he wouldn't budge, and my strength was nothing compared to his. "We- well we have a great friendship, them and I."

The lie was evident, however I couldn't stop it from rolling off my tongue. Would Jungkook think he's okay to use me however he wants if he knows I'm his dad's slave? I shuddered.

"Somehow, I don't believe that." His voice taunted me as I nearly grew hysterical, fear and anxiousness overwhelming my very being. However I remembered when Chanyeol and Jongdae gave me an important lesson, do not show fear or nervousness, and always fight back.

I gave a hard shove at the door, "Junmyeon won't like you trying to barge in here past me."

"Pity."

I was running out of options, and he wasn't pissing off. I scrambled through my brain on more that Jongdae and Chanyeol had taught me, and stumbled across a particular fact.

I reached out with my mind, my heart and soul, and I closed my eyes as I reached an arm out into the emptiness. "Help-"

I hadn't realised I'd reached my arm out in real life, until I felt Jungkook's grab hold of my wrist in a death lock. I yelped, trying to yank back, but I only ended up pulling him inside the house.

He grinned.

"Fuck off!" I yelled as I stumbled back, watching as he shut the door behind him and stared contently at me.

"Such foul words from a human." He cooed, and he began herding me upstairs. "I miss being around your kind, sometimes. The unpredictable emotions, the odd facial expressions. It really gets me going."

My breathing was laboured and I didn't dare take my eyes off of him. I needed to run, to escape the house, to do something. But I was unable to think properly as he stared at me with those soul sucking eyes.

I screamed the demon brothers names out in my mind one by one, but none of them appeared.

"Your kind are much more fun," Jungkook drawled, following me up the stairs, "especially in bed."

I understood then, his hinting and innuendos, and an instinctive part of me ran. I darted back down the stairs, in an attempt to slip past him and out the front door, but he caught hold of my arm and yanked me back so hard I fell on my spine on the stairs.

There was a loud thud and agony laced up my body as I cried out, yet he leaned down and hovered over me, pushing my hands behind my head as he tilted his head down at me quietly.

"You're a fighter," he spoke absently, "interesting."

My breathing was shallow as rage overcame me, and I practically growled in his face. "I'm sick of you demons thinking you can do whatever you want to me!"

Then I brought my knee up, quicker than I thought I could, and I knew I hit home when he shouted in pain and his hold loosened on me. I shoved him off, preparing to run down the stairs, but he gripped my ankle and I tumbled, falling and bouncing down each step painfully, until I reached the bottom and rolled.

"You're going to regret that." He seethed, and his teeth were razor sharp as he snarled.

I didn't register the painful ache in my body from my fall as I ran, straight for the door, but a hard force slammed me back to the floor from behind. I screamed in pain as I fell, and suddenly there were long, razor sharp iron nails wrapped around my throat and lifting my head up in an uncomfortable direction.

He hissed in my ear, "me and you have a problem."

"Help me!" I screamed, feeling his nails draw blood on my sensitive neck that was still bruised from Yesung.

Suddenly the weight on me had lifted, and there was a tumbling noise and loud growling. I flipped myself over, staring into the eyes of Chanyeol, who had a hand extended to me.

"Chanyeol?" I breathed, snapping my head to the side as I also noticed Jongin and Sehun had come to my rescue.

Sehun and Jongin were facing Jungkook, lips pulled back in an unearthly snarl. I blinked, slowly taking Chanyeol's hand and lifting myself up from the ground, wincing at the lingering pain racing down my spinal cord.

"What are you doing here, Jungkook." Chanyeol demanded, taking his eyes from me, but subtly positioning me behind him.

Jungkook wiggled his fingers at me tauntingly, but Jongin snapped his own fingers, "Oi, kid, Chanyeol asked you a question."

"Came to play with dad's new toy." He drawled, and I froze. So he wasn't after Junmyeon at all, he was after me.

"You're not welcome." Sehun spat, surprising me as he was usually quiet and timid.

"Come on, big brothers. Don't tell me you've grown soft." Jungkook teased, jutting out his bottom lip and tilting his head. "We all know Chanyeol is soft for humans-"

"You lived with them your entire life," Jongin growled, "the only soft one here is you."

Jungkook shrugged, not at all faced, "but I'm home now."

"What are you trying to prove?" Chanyeol questioned, his voice quiet yet lethal, and I only hoped they didn't start fighting.

Jungkook's eyes sparkled. "I don't need to prove anything, unlike you."

Jongin snorted, "Chanyeol has nothing to prove, and you're deluded if you think he does. Remember who we are."

Chanyeol seemed deep in thought as Sehun, Jongin and Jungkook began bickering. I looked up at him, into those swirling eyes that looked like coal mines. Chanyeol was raw with emotion, and his facial expressions fluctuated much more than the others, even Yixing.

He looked down at me, and I pursed my lips and squinted my eyes in an attempt to tell him that I'd rather the four of them not become violent with each other.

There was another knock on the door.

A/N: please be patient with me, my loves, I've started college again and my teachers are practically force feeding me assignments.