Different | Billie Eilish

Chapter 3

Billie's POV.

A couple of seconds after y/n's eyes closed, her entire body went limp. "Fuck." I whisper. I scoop her up in my arms and carry her. Her face is burning hot to the touch and there are these smoking marks on her hands. I cradle her as I make my way over to my house. "What the fuck happened y/n." I say to myself, knowing that she can't hear me. I carry her over to my house, her backpack swung over my shoulder. I unlock the front door and walk in, not bothering to take off my shoes. "Avocados?" I yell, no one yelled back. "Okay, no ones home." I say to myself. It was our family's way of knowing if anyone else was home when we came through the door. If someone yelled it, you would yell back, letting them know that someone else was there. I carry her up to my room and turn on the red lights, setting y/n's stuff on the foot of the bed. I gently lay her on the bed and look at her, her body was beaten up and dirty, the cut on her lip was bleeding badly, and her clothes were singed, except her leather jacket of course. "Billie?" I hear her slightly say, her eyelids open a hair. "Hey babygirl, it's me. You're gonna be okay." I say, now stroking her cheek. "Where am I?" I hear her weakly say, as almost if she couldn't speak at all. "You're at my house. I'm going to take care of you. Okay? Just rest for now love." I say, now looking at the cuts on her face. I get some water and wipe off her face, getting rid of the dirt and blood. "Ow." She whispers, slightly smiling as I wipe her cut on her lip and cheek. "Suck it up." I laugh, earning a small grin from her. I quickly run downstairs to get her a cold compress for her lip. I get back upstairs and see her eyebrows furrowed in pain. "Y/n, what's wrong?" I ask, now sitting down and putting the cold pack on her busted lip. "It burns." Is all she says, her eyes welling with tears. "What?" I ask, I was confused because demons don't get hurt by fire. "I'm not a hundred percent demon, remember? I can only handle fire to a certain degree then I become more human and get burned." She says quietly. I mentally slap myself and look at her body. I feel her forehead and it's burning hot. "Where is it burning?" I ask. "Everywhere Billie...it hurts everywhere." She says. I lift up her shirt and see slight burns all over her torso. She winces as my fingers graze her bruises that she got from the beating. I think of what to do before an idea pops into my head. "I'll be right back." I say before running downstairs. I grab a bucket of ice and run up the stairs, dumping it into a tub. I run the coldest water possible and let it fill up. I turn my attention away from the tub to see y/n still stiff, tears silently falling down her cheek. "Do you feel good enough to take a bath?" I say softly. She nods her head yes. "Do you want me to help take off your clothes or are you capable?" I ask. "Can you help please?" She says weakly. I slip off her leather jacket and her black converse. I pull down her shorts and take off her shirt to reveal all of her singe marks, she was only left in a navy blue lace bra. I scoop her up and her arms lazily drape around my neck. Her head resting in the crook of my neck. I walk into the bathroom and gently place her down in the now full tub. As her body touches the water her arms tighten around my neck. "Billie." She says, not letting go. "Shh mamas, it's gonna make you feel better, I promise." I say, she hesitantly slides her arms off of my neck and rests them in the icy bath. "It burns Bil." She whispers softly, now her eyes were half way open. I look at her face, her eyes were still their beautiful y/e/c but it had a tint of red on them, her curls were a little flat, and her face wasn't dirty anymore. But above all else, she was absolutely stunning. I grab her hand as she tilts her head back, squeezing my hand. "Fuck" She whispers as I see the marks on her hands start to glow. She squeezes my hands tighter until the glowing stops. She opens her eyes and looks at me "What the fuck was that?" We say at the same time. "I don't know." I say.

After a couple of minutes, y/n starts to shake profusely. She's telling me she's cold even though when I touch her she's burning hot. I hug her wet body as she shakes, her legs and lower torso was still in the cold bathtub. After about five more minutes I let her get out of the tub. "Can you get up?" I say, now stepping back. She starts to get up and stands on her legs, leaning on the wall for support. I raise a eyebrow and she stops before looking at me. "Nope." She says, she sits back down on the edge of the bathtub as I wrap her up in the towel, drying her hair and body. "Okay, now take off your bra. But I won't look. I promise." I say, handing her the pajamas that I set on the counter earlier. It was a pair of long pajama shorts and a baggy grey shirt. "Okay, But it's not a big deal Bil." She says with a chuckle. I hear clothes hit the floor and wait for her to tell me that it's okay to turn around. After a few minutes, she speaks. "Okay, turn around." She says. She gives me a small smile and reaches her arms out, signaling for me to pick her up. I do and her head rests on my shoulders as I carry her back to my room. "I'm sorry Billie." She says into my shoulder. "For what?" I say. "For taking care of me. I shouldn't have done all of that and if I could've controlled my emotions, we wouldn't be in this mess." She says. I get to my room and softly place her on the bed. "Don't be sorry y/n. I don't mind taking care of you." I say, holding her hand. She gives me a soft smile and lays back.

After a while of us talking, all of a sudden her eyes turn a shade of deep ruby red. "Y/n?" I say. Her head jerks to the side before looking at me. "Hello, Billie. It's been a while." She says, but this time it isn't her voice. It sounds like...no... "mm, did you miss me? I know I did." The voice says. "Asmodeus?" I say, confused. Y/n's hand comes up to grip my neck tightly, tilting my head upward. "The one and only." The voice growls. All of a sudden the eyes flash back to normal. "Billie, help me." Y/n calls out before her eyes turn ruby red again. "Shut up you bitch!" The voice snaps. "What are you doing with her?" I say, and the grip around my neck tightens. "Oh you don't need to worry about her sweetheart." He says. "Why are you doing this?" I say. "Because, I missed you darling. Let y/n turn into her true form, it's the best for her." He growls. "Stop doing this. I fucking hate you!" I yell. "Darling, you don't want to talk to me like that. Or else you'll regret it." He says and y/n's eyes turn back to normal, her hand weakly dropping from my neck. Her head snaps to the right then looks back at me, her eyes still a fiery red. "Agh, Fuck!" Y/n yells, holding her head. Her eyes turn back to normal almost as fast as they turned red. She looks at me at tears run down my eyes. "What was that?" She whispers. "Fuck. Billie. I couldn't control it." She says, I hug her and she buries her head into my neck, sobbing. "Billie...I'm so fucking scared." She says in between sobs. "It's gonna be okay. I promise." I say, rubbing her back.

Once she's calmed down, I gently lay her back down onto the bed and tuck her under the soft covers. I reach my hand up to her cheek and cup it gently. Her eyebrows furrow in pain and she pulls away from my hand, leaning back on the pillow and slightly closing her eyes. "What wrong?" I ask. "It hurts Billie." She says, pouting. "Aww, my poor baby." I chuckle, she gives me a small smile. "Kiss it." She says. "What?" I ask, chuckling. "Kiss it to make it feel better." She says, smiling. "Okay...point to where you want me to make it feel better." I say.

Y/n's POV.

When Billie says that, I know it's now or never. I gently trail my fingertips up my hand, up my forearm and stop at my shoulder. She softly kisses all of the areas that I trace and then she looks up at me. "Anywhere else you want me to kiss?" She says. She's completely unaware, isn't she. I give a soft smile before bringing my fingers up to trace my lips, I hold them there for a few seconds and Billie gives me a "deadass?" Look. I softly nod "It really really hurts there. Make it feel better." I say. She leans in and softly connects our lips together. Our lips fit perfectly as her finger lifts my chin up softly and my arms drape around her neck. "Mph." I moan slightly. We slowly pull away, our faces about a inch apart, her ocean blue eyes looking into mine. "Does it feel better?" She asks. "Way better." I say before kissing her again, I don't care if the cut on my lip stings, it's so worth it. I hear a soft hum of happiness come from her and my heart fills up with joy. We pull away and I pat the space next to me, she slowly crawls onto the bed and looks at me. "Stay the night. We don't have to do anything." She says, I smile and softly hum. "I would like that." I say, kissing her once more. I thought about what my mom would say, but she wouldn't care. It was the weekend anyways. I turn my back away from Billie to try to get some sleep, but it just didn't feel right. I felt Billie's arms oh so gently wrap around my waist, making sure not to press to hard on my bruises. I tense up at first but relax. I flip over again so that I'm facing her, my eyes gazing into hers. "You're so beautiful, you know that right?" She says, cupping my cheek. "I know, but not as beautiful as you." I say and I see a blush form on her cheeks. I kiss her softly and we stay there for a while.
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