Six Deadlier Sins

five| when demons dance

I got up from the couch at three in the morning to grab a cup of warm milk after an hour of debating whether I should or not.

I couldn't say I woke up craving milk randomly since waking up involves falling asleep, which I definitely haven't done yet.

Sebastian's house was completely dark and silent, which gave me the creeps. I was no stranger to the dark but silence wasn't something I was familiar with.

It was never quiet when Gabe was at home, and if it was, I would have been in deep shit. He was a show-off and liked using noise to scare me.

Gabe enjoyed taking advantage of my slight fear of the dark. I wasn't too scared of being in the dark most of the time. However, in the early mornings, it was extremely silent, which caused my imagination to run wild. When I was younger, my mother used to make me watch horror movies with her.

She said it was to build up my fear tolerance and not be afraid. It backfired, because now, I was terrified of the supernatural.

I stuck half a foot off the sofa to make sure that a demon wasn't going to grab my ankles out of nowhere, before getting off the bed completely.

I contemplated on waking Sebastian up for shits and giggles, but ultimately decided against my idea, just in case he attempted to kill me because of it.

He was unpredictable like that.

Even though I was pretty good at fighting, I was certain that Sebastian could easily destroy even the strongest people. He had fine muscles after all and had an overall 'I can kill you if you piss me off ' vibe to him.

Reaching the kitchen which was down the hall and right across from his bedroom, I tiptoed towards the fridge.

Using my phone's torch to find the carton of milk, I went to pour a cup of it into a saucepan and carefully made my way to the stove, praying that I wouldn't make a mess.

"Could you at least switch the lights on when you raid my kitchen?"

The suddenly sound took me by surprise and I jumped, almost causing milk to spill onto the floor.

I placed the pan down for safety reasons, and turned around,"Sebastian! What are you doing here?"

The lights flickered on, illuminating the room to show the teen leaning against the wall, with his arms folded.

"Perhaps it's because this is my house," he replied, brushing a hand through his messy raven locks.

He looked impossibly handsome even though it was three-something in the morning and he had just woken up.

Sebastian slept fully clothed, fortunately - or maybe unfortunately - in a plain forest green hoodie and grey sweatpants.

He somehow looked like a model. I'd probably look homeless if I wore what he was wearing.

"Is it your house though?" I said, shaking a the naughty thoughts out of my head.

"I'm pretty sure it is. So, why are you up?"

"Why are you?"

"I wanted some water. You?"

I sighed, "I haven't fallen asleep yet."

Sebastian had an uncharacteristically empathic expression on his face as he made his way to me, "Oh. You're making warm milk?"

I nodded, reaching to turn on the stove. His hand caught mine, "Wait."

His skin felt deliciously warm against my cold hands.

"Add some honey. Trust me; it's heavenly."