Devil's Train

"You must be mistaken," I tell him. "I come to these train tracks every day and I've never seen you around before."
The boy smirks at me. But it's more like a grin of mischief. I'm not sure what to do or even think. He shoves his hands into the pockets of his dark grey hoodie and stares into my eyes darkly. And suddenly, bright blue eyes turn pure black and I'm gasping and backing away from him in fear.
"I watch you come to these train tracks every day. Your pictures are amazing," the boy compliments simply. "Every time I try to make a friend, they run away... But you didn't! So now I have a deal for you." He sticks out his hand in a welcoming manner and smiles at me. "Do you want to be friends?"
I know that I should say no. I should turn around and run home and never come back here again.
But I can't help it. These train tracks are where I go to get away from everyone and everything. I go here when I need time alone, and maybe...
I take the boy's hand in mine, still scared, but not so much anymore. His eyes go back to a crystal blue and he looks surprised.
"You accept?" He asks me.
"Yeah. Is there a reason why I shouldn't have?" I question him.
The boy seems to look into my eyes, searching for some kind of secret.
"Because I'm a demon!" He hisses, eyes turning black again as he takes off his hood to reveal a pair of short, black horns and a long pointed tail is revealed from behind him.