Dreaming of Demons

I messed up on my last chapter, for those that saw it a a little while after i updated. i accidently put the chapter of another story as chapter 11 on here. In the end, i got it off, and just plain updated this story again, twice in a day. For those that didn't read the read chapter 11, please do so.

Kasia-chan: Yeah, Jay definately has some issues, if you think about it... :)

Kylee: If it's a plan by Jay, it probably will backfire, to some extent. ;)

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So, I’m in a bit of a pickle.

Always wanted to say that. Now something else.

I’m in a bit of a bind.

Seriously. I had thought earlier, that I was going to torture Seth, but how to go about doing it?

I mean, apparently he had the hots for me, because he said he wanted to do things to me, and I’m pretty sure he’s been staring at my ass, but how to flaunt my body ‘unknowingly?’

Hm, decisions decisions.

Well, anyway, left Lake City about thirty minutes ago. Seth told me we were going to take I-75 North all the way to Michigan.

Next stop, Atlanta, Georgia. Great, another grueling four hours in a car. Yippee. Don’t I just emit shiny sunny happiness? Covering sludgy sarcasm…

“I’m tired. Can‘t we stop somewhere to sleep?” I whined.

“You’ve been sleeping almost all day, and you can sleep in the car.” Was my stupid, dunderheaded reply.

Stupid dunderhead.

I wonder where I even heard that word before? Probably TV. Stupid… mind controlling… enjoyable entertainment.

“You got to sleep sometime, too.”

“I can manage.”

“Oh, yeah, save me from the evil demon, and get me killed cause you fell asleep at the wheel. That won’t effect your conscious at all.” I ranted off, not really even paying attention to the conversation any more. I was tired, and I wanted a shower. A nice, long, hot shower.

Maybe I should jack off the next time I get a chance to take a shower? Make it a little loud so that Seth can hear me? Sounds like a plan.

“What the fuck are you smirking about?”

“Nothing.” I said quickly, before looking over at Seth, and he looked back at me. A bit anyway, cause he had to watch the road, right?

“I want to ask you something…” He started off.

“No.” I’ve been through this before. It was probably going to be embarrassing, or something I couldn’t answer because it was too embarrassing. Or it could be humiliating.

Please, take your pick.

“Why would you make that kind of deal with me? I mean, anything? Do you know what you could get yourself into?” Seems the sexy demon has selective hearing. But quick on the uptake. Excuse. Must… figure out… an excuse.

“Look, you’re the only one who’s going to get a chance to do that, so you should be happy. Can tell you, I’m not.” Lie, of course. “Besides, if you really can keep me safe, then I guess you deserve it for your hardship.”

I rolled my eyes, and stared out the window.

HEY! I saw a deer! They’re kind of cute…

Oh god, what if I killed one of their family? Oh noessss…

“Of course, if you don’t want the offer, we can always end the deal, and figure out something else.”

“No.” He said it kind of quickly, and I snorted. Quietly of course.

“So, why did you even tell me about your infatuation with me?” I asked.

“It’s not a… I just figured, since I was coming out with everything, why not that?”

“You do know that it’s okay to keep things like that to yourself, right?”

“Yeah…” He trailed off. Hm… what to talk about now?

“So, what can you do?” I was really curious about him, if you couldn’t tell by the fact that I haven’t been zoning out in boredom yet.

“What do you mean?” What does he think I mean? If he can give a good blowjob?

Don’t… don’t ever think about that again while in the car alone with him. Never again. Until we do something together, at least.

Or he figures out my own lust for him.

“You’re a demon, right? Don’t you have like, mystical powers or something? Conjure up fire or something?” I heard a snort.

“What the hell have you been watching?” It’s the video games, I swear.

“Nothing.” Damn, it was just a simple question. After a moment, he finally answered.

“Not really all that much. Flying, yes. It really depends on the kind of demon.” Is that all he can do? Can’t make a superhero out of just that. The paparazzi need more than just a one hit hero.

“What can you do though?” Seth was quiet for a minute more.

“My senses are much better than a humans, and I can live with less. I mean, I don’t need as much food or sleep as a human does. I can see in the dark.”

“So, you’re pretty much a really good stalker?” Seth laughed.

“Yeah, I guess it could be that way. Never really even thought of it like that.”

“So… am I ever gonna get a chance to fly with you?” Yes? Yes yes yes? Seth looked over at me, one side of his mouth going up, and it was hot.

“We’ll see.” YES! That meant yes! Even if I have to jump on his back when ever he goes off to fly…

“So, is that a yes to stopping for the night?” Seth groaned, and looked at me. I made sure to pout, and lean a little towards him.

Step number one, wrap him around my little finger.

If I couldn’t get him to do just this, than I will fail my mission miserably.

Oh no, the pout isn’t working! He’s scoffing!

Time to pull out the big guns.

I put a hand on his leg, little above the knee, and squeezed lightly.

Not laughing now, are you?

“Come on, please? You don’t need to tire yourself out.” I moved my hand up a little further, and his leg twitched a bit.

Good. I think it’s working.

“When we get to Atlanta.” Damn, little farther then.

I moved my hand up a couple more inches, and started to rub a little back and forth. Apparently I was having some effect on his, because he turned his head a little to the left, and let out something that sounded a lot like a hiss.

Would the fact that we were going about twenty over the speed limit mean anything?

“Fine.”

“Thank you!” I sat back in the seat. At the moment, were on just a lonely stretch of road, but I could see lights of another town coming up pretty quickly. We were going to stop here.

“We’re not stopping again after this till we get to Michigan.” He said, once we were actually in the town.

Sure we aren’t.

I have the POWER!!!

And to think, if I didn’t have a psychotically jealous demon after me, I wouldn’t be having this fun right now.

Thank you Greggy, but only for this.

Bet you’d hate me cause of the huge fucking chance you just threw on my plate.

I have the urge to laugh manically now, but I don’t need Seth to think me any more crazy than I already am.

Wait, I meant than he already thinks. Eheh, oops.

“Only a few hours, alright?” He watched me until I nodded, before going in to get us a room, then came back out.

“Two rooms… one room… two rooms…?” I said when he handed me this little plastic card thingy. A key.

“One. Two beds. You know I really don’t like this, right? I can’t exactly protect you when I’m asleep, you know.”

“Yeah, but you can be close to the door, be my shield. Besides, would you rather be dead asleep if he popped up suddenly?”

“He’s not an idiot. He’d wait for me to drop my guard.”

“Which it would be if you were dead from exhaustion.” We got to the room.

First time I ever stayed in a hotel, couldn’t sleep. Didn’t even sleep underneath the blankets, cause I was too freaked out. I had just watched a horror movie, and I was worried that the blankets were dirty. I don’t like to sleep in a dirty bed. That is, unless it’s dirty from sex.

Wait a minute, I mean dirty from me having sex. With someone else. Like Seth for example.

“I call bathroom first.” I said, making my way to the bathroom to take a shower. Fuck, I feel dirty. And I’m not sure if I’ll be able to follow through with my original plan. I was going to jack off, but the water felt to good, and I just wanted to stand underneath it, and I sort of ended up forgetting.

Blue thinks its OCD or something, cause I have this thing with cleanliness. I’ve always had a problem with germs and harmful bacteria. Sue me.

But yeah, just couldn’t really ever help it. Washed my hands just about every chance I got, even when I didn’t need to. Took a shower every day, sometimes twice, if I felt I needed it.

Squashing my toes in mud seems to be the only thing I don’t mind doing. It feels really good.

Eventually I was done in the shower, and got out. Once again, rapped in a towel. This time I was going to drop it in front of him on purpose.

Except… Damn it, he was asleep.

See? I knew he was tired…

Fucking liar.

Either way, I got dressed, and turned on the TV. We weren’t in anything too fancy, and the TV was locked to the desk it was on. Took me a while to figure out why they did that. Can’t believe people would actually steal from a hotel…

Kidding. Apparently taking the towels is all the rage nowadays.

Wonder if anyone ever tried taking the mattress?

It’d be funny trying to explain that one when you’re hauling it away.

Hm… scary movie on tonight. Going to have nightmares about zombies tonight.