Doing the Waltz With the Devil

Chapter 3

Waking up felt harder than usual. I kept coming in and out of sleep. When I can finally keep my eyes open for a decent amount of time the night before comes flowing back to my brain. Wait, was it only last night? I try and stand, soon realizing I am in my room. How did I get here? Did the macho men bring me here? Nope, I definitely doubt that they wanted to kill me. Wait, was it Tweedle dee and Tweedle dumb? Oh, no was it the angelic voice, well obviously not the voice but the person who said voice belonged to. 

I look at my phone to see it is 1:00 am and that it is only last night that this whole thing played out. I only know it wasn't a dream because of the throbbing pain my head is in, and like I had my own fairy godmother I look down and on my nightstand is Ibuprofen and a glass of water waiting to cure my pain. Now I definitely need to know who brought me home and how they brought me home because I was clearly unconscious and not very helpful as a navigation tool.

As soon as I walk into my kitchen I am greeted by a tall muscular wall that probably holds the answer to my ongoing question. I take a step back and Adonis himself is what greets me when the back turns so I can see a face. Piercing green eyes stare into my soul, it is the guy from last night. He was the one who gave off the leader vibes although he was the only one that I could not see clearly. The staredown I was having with the pretty stranger was cut short by the sound of my front door opening. Tweedle dee and Tweedle dumb walk into my apartment holding bags of food. 

What in the utter fuck is happening

"Well, love I made those two go get food because I thought you would be hungry when you woke up" the smirking devil speaks up. Well, it looks like I said that out loud, but when his words process I get furious.

"WHEN I WOKE UP? ARE YOU KIDDING ME YOU KNOCKED ME OUT YOU TWIT" 

"Do NOT raise your voice at me love, do you understand me" He looks at me like he wants to eat me. 

"Do not call me love, but how did you get into my house? How did you know where I live? and who the fuck changed my clothes?" I get angrier as I finish firing off my questions. What made me even madder was his response.

"Keys, Driver's license, and Me" he smirks as he finished his statements.

I am going to kill him. By the looks at it, he knows I am going to try and not succeed, so I do the most logical thing I have done in the last twenty-four hours. I calmly walk to the kitchen, past the two boys, towards the bags of food I grab a breakfast burrito and act as if I am going to get a plate. Instead, I grab a kitchen knife and turn to face the closest boy, well guy, I take the knife and hold it to his throat, obviously, the giant is sitting down. This surprises the other guy who chokes on his food and calmly says, I'm guessing the devil's name, 

"Dimitri we have a problem in the kitchen" 

I have officially set my own death in place once I saw Dimitri's face when he realized what the 'problem in the kitchen' was.

I am a goner.