Night terrors (Hiatus)

5

"Ew, what?" 

Look. I know. My brain shouldn't be sitting here going What if he confesses? What will you say? Is this something you want? Do you like him too? YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW HIM THIS IS CRAZY! But it did. So this wasn't exactly what I was expecting to hear by any means. 

"Feed off of me? What the fuck is that?"

"I'm a nightmare demon, duh." He replies coolly, as if this is common knowledge.

"That doesn't explain anything except your suddenly cliché outfit." 

He sighs at my snarky comment, but he can't hide the small examination he gives of his outfit before he lies back on the bed, resting his head on his arms. "I feed off of the fear of humans produced by nightmares. It's pretty simple... Thought you'd be able to connect the dots, idiot."

"Oh shut up, you act as if I'm supposed to already know this nonsense! This is literally the kind of stuff you would read about in the fiction section!" He turns to face me and I'm staring down the barrel of a bird skull into empty eyes as I justify myself. I hear myself squeak a little when he looks at me and internally shame myself. (ShAmE) 

"Fiction isn't real, sweetheart." Ba-bum, ba-bum, I inhale sharply as an arrow takes a shot at my heart. What am I even thinking. A boy visits you for about a week and suddenly you're in love? Idiot.  "Anyways, you should be like a seven-course meal but no matter what, whenever I try it always disappears."

"It disappears?" I lay back on my side to face him. It suddenly feels like a sleepover and this is just a normal conversation between friends. Except my heart keeps pounding so hard it's starting to hurt. Was I really expecting, maybe even hoping for, some kind of romantic confession earlier?

"Yeah, every damn time." His head followed me as I laid down, the bird skull continuing to give away no emotion that may lay beneath it. "It takes physical contact for me to feed, but every time I touch you, it's like I repel it instead of taking it in, and it disappears. The moment I let go it almost immediately comes back." His voice is very soothing, even if he is explaining his demonic needs. This is definitely a lot to take in, and maybe it's the lack of brain matter, but I'm taking it surprisingly well. 

"AH, so you're the reason I kept waking up with the worlds number one worst headache! Because you keep slamming me between nightmare and peaceful dreaming?!" That would take the blame off the tumor a little, that's for sure. 

"Probably."

I sit up quickly, annoyance flooding my body and before I can hold myself back, I hit him on the chest. There's a moment where we are frozen there, my hand still on his chest and a deadly stare off consuming the space between us. I whip my hand back, cradling it against my chest as if I've been burned... burned by embarrassment, what was that?

"W-Well, stop fuckin' doing that!" I try to keep my voice from shaking but I can feel my cheeks flushing and my confidence falling. He sits up quickly and stands from the bed, towering over me, his hand shooting out and grabbing the assaulting arm, yanking me towards him. I wince as he grabs the bruised area he gifted me with a few days ago. All confidence has disappeared as he glowers down at me, I never noticed he was so much taller than me until now as I crane my neck up to face him. 

"Don't. Touch. Me." His voice could have sent me to the graveyard and my breath is shaky as he grips my arm harder, ensuring I will be keeping the bruise around a little longer. 

"You're hurting me." I whisper. It takes a moment but he releases his grip and I scoot away. Holding my arm to my chest once more, this time in a protective manner rather than shocked. His dark aura is a little suffocating, filling the room and bearing down on me. I should have thought through assaulting a demon.