(ON HOLD) Horns and Shadows // [demon AU]

4) Questions

Darryl/BadBoyHalo POV

After everyone finished eating, we paid and drove home. I had the remaining part of the giant muffin put in a box to take home. I love muffins, but I could never eat one that big in one sitting. We went back to my house but Zak and Vincent are planning on going home soon. If there was more time I could ask Vincent what was going on.

Maybe there could be more time.

"Hey guys."

"What?" They both answer.

"What do you think about staying here for the night?"

"Sure! I'll head back to my house and grab the things I need. I'm close enough." Zak says before getting up to leave. He walks out the front door and closes it behind him.

"He's within walking distance?" Vincent asks.

"Yeah. About 3 minutes."

"Ok. I'll join you guys. Could you drive me though?"

"Sure."

We both get in the car and drive to Vincent's house. When we get there I wait in the car while Vincent gets his stuff. I grab my phone and scroll through Twitter. I always love looking at fan art. Hopefully my dogs aren't getting into any trouble. I'll have to feed them once we get back. I hope they're not lonely.

Vincent/a6d POV

I go inside and close the door behind me. I guess now is a good enough time.

"Alright, demon. Come out." I call.

The familiar hissing sound returned as the demon appeared in front of me. Does it always have to make such a grand entrance?

"What?" It hissed. It seemed angry that I called for it.

"You said you were going to answer my questions." I say as I search through my closet to find a bag of some sort to put my stuff in. That way I won't have to carry all of it.

"I will soon. Don't you have something to do?"

I find a bag to put my stuff in and take it. I walk to my room to pick out a pair of pajamas to bring and stuff it in my bag. I realize that there won't be enough room to put everything in it, so I take the clothes out. I fold them as neatly as possible before putting it back into the bag. That should be enough room. I find my phone charger and put it in my bag as well.

"I do. But I thought we could talk."

"What do you want?" It hissed.

Maybe now it can tell me what it is doing here. Or its name. Hopefully it will actually answer me this time.

"Who are you?" I ask.

"Why do you want to know this?"

"Because if you're going to keep on coming here I need to know you by something more than "the demon.""

I walk to the bathroom and pack my toothbrush.

"Fine. How much do you know about demons?"