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Sleep

(Something to show the sweeter side to a demon.)

You were plagued by nightmares.

Night after night, the same thing: running from a terror you could not see nor hear. It was only felt, and it chilled you down to the bone.

You awoke in a sweat, panting with the effort of waking up so suddenly, as though you had been running a marathon.

Why does this keep happening to me?

Sitting up you wiped your face before hanging your head. There was no possible way you were going back to sleep after that.

Usually the nightmares were the same: running from whatever was chasing you. But this time, oh, this time there was something new to experience: a voice. A voice calling out to you, wanting you to join them.

It felt demonic.

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The coffee could not have been any stronger, but you sipped it carefully and slowly, savoring the taste and the rush of caffeine. At four in the morning, you were going to need it.

For the most part you lounged around the house, doing fuck all and trying to enjoy the peace and quiet. At least that morning it would be quiet. Come that afternoon, not so much. Not when Mark and his friends would show up to record something.

Why they used your house you would never know. Maybe it was because you were fond of keeping it tidy. Or perhaps it was the space. Either way, it didn't matter; Mark had his computer set-up in your spare bedroom.

You had known him for years, watching him evolve and grow into quite a successful man. You grinned into your coffee at the thought of just how goofy he seemed to stay.

Did you have a crush? Not at all. You were friends, and that was it. Besides, he was perfectly happy with Amy, and you didn't mind the single life.

He had tried to set you up in the past, that was true, but you always refused. You saw no reason to just allow yourself to open up to someone you barely knew, even if it was one of his friends or the like. After being independent for so long, you preferred to stay that way.

Around one in the afternoon there was a knock at the door. Mark stood there on the front porch, wearing his usual grin. But it faded slightly when you opened the door. "Did you sleep?" he questioned you softly.

You shrugged. "A little. I woke up at four in the morning this time, been up ever since."

He frowned as he stepped inside, shrugging off his jacket and hanging it on a nearby hook. You downed the remainder of your coffee before pouring another cup immediately.

"I can't tell who drinks more coffee, you or Seán," he teased.

You stuck your tongue out at him. "Don't you have better things to do than make fun of me?"

Holding up his hands in a defensive manner he chuckled. "I'm just saying." Then he disappeared up the stairs while you returned to the couch, wondering vaguely what he planned to record. Setting the cup down on the nearby table you turned on the television, but set it at a low volume so that the sound wouldn't carry up the stairs.

Your eyelids began to droop within minutes, and you realized that all the caffeine in the world wasn't going to keep you awake. As much as you did not want to go back to sleep, your body had other ideas as you drifted off.

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Why do you run from me?

As if you had a choice! The voice was more demonic than ever, and you could just imagine the dripping fangs from the creature's mouth.