Midnight Demons

It was cold, a cold that seeped into Alex's bones and settled into his soul. Before he ventured inside, Alex needed a quick night time cigarette from the pack that he had been stretching for months with the promise of quitting was it was empty.

As he takes his first inhale a man joins him in the alleyway. "Got a light?" He asks as he leans against the opposite wall of Alex.

"Yeah, man sure."

The man places his cigarette between his lips, his dark almost black eyes twinkling with something Alex couldn't place. The guy seemed to expect him to light the cigarette. Maybe it was the late hour, or the naivety in his soul, but Alex leaned in and lit it. In an instant he was pressed against a the wall, his wrists pinned above his head. The mans teeth clamped down on his neck eliciting a scream from Alex's lips.

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Alex lived a simple life, work the night shift at a gay strip club, enjoying the sights from behind the bar, dealing with the inevitable bachelorette party here in there. Go home drink too much and collapse into bed with Milo, his only friend, who was also a cat.

Everything became the opposite of simple after that night, Alex's broken soul exposed to someone other-worldly, and he was determined to shatter it more.