Dreaming of Demons

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I sat on the bed as I waited for Seth to… finish.

I’m glad I’d already done so, because knowing what Seth was doing in there…

Fuck, I can’t believe what I was doing earlier, well, I guess I can believe, cause I mean, how couldn’t I? Was I not there?

But, with Seth having this sort of reaction, hump in your sleep away, I say. To myself.

I wonder if Seth locked the door? Wouldn’t hurt to take a peek, would it?

Yes, it probably would.

I mean, not me, my plan.

What’s the use of plans of torture, if he knew I was torturing myself, as well?

That is, if he didn’t know what I did to him.

Would that be considered molesting?

I mean, I was doing something sexually to him in my sleep.

But what if he was molesting me in my dreams, would that count?

I think it does, so I say tit for tat.

Which is a weird use of words…

Seth should play golf. I can see him doing that. And then getting mad, and throwing the club. Thing is, the only way I can picture him playing golf, is from really far away.

Why doesn’t he just fly us to Michigan, unless he isn’t that strong? Maybe he just wants to take his car? And why the hell are we safe there?

“Hurry up and get ready, we’re leaving.” Whoa, didn’t notice him get out of the bathroom. Sad to say, the tent in his pants is gone. I wanted to get a picture, to look at later.

Kidding, I’m not that perverted. I think.

But yeah, I want to see Seth sweat, just once. Whether its in the throes of passion or otherwise.

I’m mean, if he exerted a lot of energy while it was hot outside, and wore black clothes, would he then?

“Do demons even sweat?” I asked, before remembering that I had to get ready, so I picked up my bag.

I’m ready.

Fuck shoes, socks are fine, I don’t care if they get dirty.

Seth left the hotel room, not even bothering to answer me, and I followed him. He told me to go to the car, and I waited for him outside the hotel office thingy.

It was funny watching the desk clerk person lady trying to flirt with him. I know now why womanly charms will not work on him.

I hope, throughout the rest of my life, I will never be called ‘cocksucker’ until I have actually sucked someone off.

I mean, you watch TV and read books about a kid getting picked on, and being called cocksucker by the jocks, and I have one thing to say about that. How the hell do they know if he’s done so or not? Be a nice taunt if someone ever called me that…

‘Cocksucker.’

‘You’d know after last night, wouldn’t you?’

Ehehe. I really want to do that now. Say that to someone I mean. If I ever do suck someone off, I want Seth to be the first. Don’t know why, but anyone I plan to have sexual relations with, well, I want to try just once.

Wonder how it tastes? I really wouldn’t know. Blue probably would.

…

That came out totally wrong.

God just thinking of my sister doing that to another guy… ugh!

What I really meant, was that she reads that kind of gay stuff, right? Not that fellatio is only for the gays.

It’s real fun having a fag hag for a sister.

Not.

“I told you to wait in the car,” Seth came out of the building.

“You actually think I’m going to listen? Thought you’d have realized by now…”

Seth walked to his car, and unlocked the doors. Fuck, he said wait in the car, and the doors where locked. Damn sexy bastard.

I wonder how big Seth is. I heard it’s real good for a girl, if the man was big, though I’m pretty sure it’s not the same for two men. Apparently it’s very painful.

I threw my bag in the back seat, after arguing with Seth that ‘no, I was not going to put it in the trunk,’ and ‘no, I’m hungry.’

That last part was a retort to him saying that we were going to leave.

And soon I had a nice hot Hardees sandwich filling my mouth with eggy/bacony/sandwichy goodness.

“Want a bite?” I asked, but Seth only shook his head. Either way, I put it in front of his face.

“You gotta eat sometime or another, and unless you can live off of one fry per year, you gotta eat something.”

“I’m fine,” he tried pushing my hand away, but my hand was adamant of sticking the sandwich in his mouth.

“What do you eat?” I asked, putting my arm down a little. “Cows? Rabbits? Humans? Kangaroos? Birds? Deer? Moose? …Kangaroos?

“I eat regular food.”

“Cannibals and Indians would think humans as regular food.” Well, not all Indians. Just the ones in the amazons or rainforests or wherever that eat people. Like the cannibals off of Pirates of the Caribbean.

“Have you ever just… thought about something logical?” He asked after a minute, and I glared.

“It is logical.”

“Name one person that eats humans.” He asked, and I didn’t even need to think.

“Hannibal Lector.” Seth sighed.

“You know what? Never mind. And by regular food, I mean like the things you eat.”

“I could be a cannibal.” Hey, you never know? Never tried long pork before. But I do love meat…

“Like steak. Cows, and deer. And vegetables.”

“Vegetables aren’t meat.”

“I don’t just eat meat.” Damn, cannibalism was out. Wait, not that it was a bad thing, just, it’d be cool. Not really, but he’s screwing with my image of what a demon should be in my mind.

“So, how rare do you like your steak?”

“Well done.”

“…Fuck you…”

I glared at Seth, until I was bored of that. Apparently we were another three hours till we hit Atlanta, and there’s nothing to do.

Fun fun.

Seth started up the car when he figured out that I didn’t feel like eating anymore. There was no way I could stay in a car for three hours straight, fuck, I was squirming by the first thirty minutes.

I need to stretch, and I about told Seth so, but I was still pissed at him.

“Why’s your place in Michigan so safe?” I finally asked, it was bugging me for a while. Like when you have tics crawling all over you even though you were only out for a few minutes.

Or when you go outside, no tics, chiggers, fleas or mosquitoes, and the next day, you’re covered in bug bites.

Lady bugs really liked our old home, before we moved to Florida. Especially in Blue’s room. I don’t know how they got there, but there were a lot.

One corner of her room, one of the top ones, was covered.

It was sort of scary.

Funny thing was, she absolutely hated them. Because she was scared of them. She kept having Bailey spend the night, so that way they had an excuse to sleep in the living room. Blue got it from mom, I think.

Fuck, I forgot to charge my cell phone.

Oh well, Blue isn’t expecting a call from me any time.

Seth has such a nice car.

“Can I drive?” Seth looked at me.

“Do you have a drivers license?”

“Yeah? How else would I have driven out of Miami in the first place?” Duh? I’m not dumb enough to drive without it.

“Let me see it then.” Was it that hard to believe that I actually had one? I mean, yeah, after that one nights performance when I hit the deer, I probably didn’t deserve one, but still!

I got it out of my bag, and showed it too him.

“See?!” Seth took it, and looked at it.

“Jay Jay?”

Oh, fuck. Forgot about that.

Seth started laughing, and I glared at him.

“Mom had a bad sense of humor, shut up.” I told him, and grabbed my license back. What an ugly picture of me. I had my BUM University hoody on that day, it was a good thing you couldn’t see it.

“And your sister, Blue?” I sighed.

“Yes, Blue Jay, otherwise known as Birdie.” She actually liked the name. Maybe she’s just one of those subtle crazy people?

Who sneak into people’s home and suffocate them with a potato and taped together chopsticks.

Hey, it could happen.

Probably has happened, I really wouldn’t be surprised.

“Hey, you never answered about why your place was so special.” Seth sighed.

“Yes, I did. You weren’t listening.” Oh. Oops.

“Then what did you say?” Seth glared at me, before looking back out in front of him.

“My house, my property. Gregory can’t come on unless he’s invited, or else I have the choice to kill him without consequence. Same goes to mating.” Seth looked back at me.

“So wait, if he killed me, you could kill him?” I asked. That doesn’t sound like fun.

“But your not my mate,” Seth muttered something under his breath.

“He said I was.”

“Gregory’s an egomaniacal jackass, and didn’t learn how to sense who’s a mate, and otherwise.” Well, that explained a bit.

“How long do you live?” something else that had been bugging me. Seth was giving me an odd look, probably cause I changed the subject, but I had my reasons.

He thought for a minute, before answering, “Up to three hundred years.”

Oh, wow. He’s going to be really ugly, unless demons age really well.

“Then how old are you?”

“In human years, I’m around sixty. Demon, about twenty.”

“So you’re a pedophile now, too?” Along with being a stalker.

“No.”

“But you…” He’s like, thirty years old than me, and he wants to do things to me? “So what if you did have a human mate?”

Seth sighed, yet again, running a hand through his hair.

I want to touch his hair.

“When demons mate, they bite each other,” Okay? “When it’s a demon and human, the demon bites, and the human will go through a change.”

“They turn into a demon, too?” Yes? Yes yes yes? I want wings damn it! Well, not like I was planning on becoming Seth’s mate, but come on, that’d be awesome!

“Something like that. They’re age slows down, to where they grow at the same rate as the demon. Can’t forget, it’s only for some demons though.”

There’s a saying that you can’t always get what you want, ever heard of it?

What if you’re a truly selfless person, who doesn’t want much, then what? Would you have nothing?

Fuck, like there’s anyone out there like that.

“We in Atlanta yet?” I asked. Seth ignored. Bastard.

You know what? I’m going to start calling him Nobe.

Just because it doesn’t mean anything, doesn’t mean I care.

He is Nobe.

That is, until I forget, and give him another nickname.