Death, Demons and Rent

part eight

Cayde was on the window bench, reading. He seemed peaceful, he was less pale than before. I wonder how much power it would take to change a human,
"To much," Cayde spoke,
"Huh?" I jumped
"Sam would have told you what Anya did, it only strengthens your bond to the demonic realm, but because I have magic I should only make me stronger for a while." cayde spoke, Cayde stood and placed the book on the table.
"So you good?" I asked, he nodded.
"It's just nether sickness, I've had it before," he sits around the table. I walk over,
"Why is Sam so afraid of it?" I questioned, Cayde just shrugged,
"The only way I could turn is if Anya was a ancient, and they don't exist anymore or that's what I'm told,"

"Could you tell me more about demons?" I asked, Cayde nodded and began to speak,
"All demons have a demon mark, most are a visible mark to show that you're a demon,"
"So like my makeup, I wore this the night I was turned and it won't come off," I spoke,
"Yeah, in a way. Yours could be covered if you tried. Some can't been easily covered," Cayde continued,
"So what is Anya's mark?" I asked, the door closed behind me, I jumped. Anya strutted in towards the fridge,
"It's rude to ask," venom was laced in her voice, Cayde snickered,
"Come on, it's not bad, you always hide it," Cayde dragged on, "oddly I can see it now," Cayde spoke
"Yeah, because you have my energy running through you," she went to open the fridge,
"How did you heal?" I questioned, surprise and cheekiness crossed over both their faces. Anya opened the fridge and grabbed orange juice. I turned to Cayde, he wasn't looking at me he was glancing at the floor with a grin. Anya grabbed a glass and poured. She walked towards us and leaned on the breakfast bar, Anya sighed,
"Fine, but it's your fault, this is my demon mark," she grabbed the orange juice and gulped it. She stood straight and smiled, the smiled was clearly fake, she spun.
"Happy?" She snapped at Cayde, he nodded. I didn't understand what they were on about until I saw it whip around her, a thin black tail. It moved with her like water, when she stopped spinning it hung in the air as if it was leaning on something. I stood, gliding over to her, I gingerly plucked it from it's resting place. Anya gasped and grabbed the kitchen side. It was leathery but also smooth. It was thicker the closer it was to Anya, I didn't look under Sam's top but I assume it was the thickest at the base. It thinned out and ended with a arrow head, like a proper demon tail. The arrow head was red and it faded to black for the rest of the tale. I hadn't payed attention to Anya until she sucked in a sharp breath. She was panting. I stepped back in shock.
"Wow, you get a girl hot and bothered but don't finish," she let out a sharp laugh, I stepped closer to her,
"Do you want me to?" I asked, she gasped lightly. I could see want in her eyes, or hunger. She bit her bottom lip as she drew closer,
"You couldn't handle me," she whispered in my ear as she nibbled it. Arousal consumed me, her effects were tantalising. I wanted to rip her clothes off but was also somewhat scared of her. She was a sex demon.
"Well, you two seemed to be having fun," Sam came into the room, I stepped back suddenly ashamed of myself. Though it made no sense, I was a man and Anya was a sex demon. What's bad about that...I wondered. My breath was ragged. Anya grabbed her drink and sat down on her window seat. I shifted over to the table. Cayde was smiling at me, he gave me a 'you cheeky man' look. I glanced back at Anya, she hadn't hidden her tail, and part of me hopped she wouldn't.
"What else should I know?" I wondered.
Anya only smiled and gazed outside. Cayde began,
"Demons come in all forms and sizes, there are a mas amount of powers out there. Let's speak about Anya's abilities," Cayde commanded the room like a professor. He beamed with knowledge.
"She can arouse the male gender, it works on women but not as strong. She can drive men to madness with it," Cayde glanced at Anya, she snickered wickedly.
"She can also extend her nails out like daggers, very sharp. Anya can also give off a siren song, you can control men with it. There are also many other things but that's the general gist of things," Cayde stood slowly, and wondered out of the flat. I glanced at Anya, the siren song must have been what she used on that men that tried to take me.
"Yes?" She asked, fluttering her long dark eyelashes at me. Before I could asked something a sun beamed shone thought the window. Casting yellow Ray's of light on her slightly tanned skin. She lifted her head and closed her eyes, drinking in the heat. The curve of her neck was elegant and soft. She traced her hand over her shoulder and chest. The sun radiating upon her. Anya's hair cascaded around her face. The light hitting it in a way that made it shine purple. I was shocked when Sam spoke. I had forgotten she was even here.
"Don't fall to hard, only jagged rocks and death are at the bottom." She didn't even bother to whisper and left afterwards. Anya turned to me,
"Sam's right, you know," her voice filled the air. The only problem with that statement was the constant level of arousal she put me in meant that it would be hard not to jump.