The Scarred Coincidence

Separation

~~~Emms P.O.V~~

I woke up to a body stirring beside me. I opened my eyes and due to me being used to getting close to none amount of sleep, I wasn't affected in some groggy state. I became wide awake.

I  looked to my left and saw Leilah cuddled next to me. His feminine body was very close to me. His head was lying on my stomach and even though I was lying on my side he still managed to lay there. I swear I felt miny titties. He was passed out, his quiet snores filling the silent air.

I lay there wide awake. I didn't think or make a sound, I just appreciated the calmness before the storm and I knew it. The soft moonlight glow coming from the window, lighting up the room. It actually looked magical, like something was watching, a protector, a friend. Someone I could trust.

I CALL BULLSHIT.

I knew what was watching us, it was definitely magical. A powerful spirit, out for blood. Leilah's blood. They weren't a protector, a destroyer maybe. A friend, hell no. She's here to hurt someone. To take away their innocence. Leilah's childhood and ill be damned if I let someone else suffer at the hands of someone they don't understand. The spirit, the girl. What do I call her?

Spirit?

'Nah'

Girl?

'Nah'

Witch?

'Bitch'

'Really Liza?' I asked.

'Well, I think we found our name. Witch bitch. It has a nice ring to it, don't you think?'

'I think its perfect.' I answered back. WITCH BITCH. I love it!

She was honestly acting like a bitch. with trying to hurt Leilah and just overall being an ass, when I really don't need an undead stick up my own ass.

I looked down at Leilah. I used to be like him. Not a care in the world what everybody thought. Who did this and who did that? Actually ly with somebody without being tortured during it. Even have the chance to grow up with a loving father who will always protect me. I will do everything I can to protect that and her because of that reason. I don't want her to grow surrounded by demons. His own demons, 

other peoples demons they are trying to escape,

real demons.

Like that witch bitch. A light bulb went off in my head. She's a demon. Wait, what am I even saying? There is no such thing, just a bitch who can hide really well.

The temperature dropped. What the hell?

I felt Leilah shiver against me. I held her close to conserve any heat possible. 

I looked around the room and saw in big red letters of paint sprawled across the room, 'I warned you, now it's too late.' it looked like blood.

I felt the all too familiar panic settle in my stomach. I tugged the blanket tighter around us, fully aware of how fast the temperature is dropping.

Leilah is still sleeping soundly against me, not knowing anything that's happening around her.

I shut my eyes tightly. The dark thoughts arriving back in my mind. The thought that somethings happening. Paranoia is invading my brain and there is nothing I can do. I felt a presence at the foot of the bed, but I did not dare look. Times like this I wish there was a higher power or something to protect us right now. 

An eerily silence split across the room. I layed there silently screaming in my head for this to stop, for someone to calm my anxiety.  

Suddenly I was yanked from the bed by the foot. Hands wrapped around my ankles and pulled with super-human force. I slid down the bed, just coming to a stop long enough to climb back up. Leilah faced the other direction still sound asleep.