Dreaming of Demons

Kasia-chan: yeah, I fixed that when i noticed that there was a chapter 13 and then a chapter 15, when i remembered something i had to edit. At least i only mixed up the chapter title, and not the chapter itself this time... :)

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Itchan: Only reason why I update so quick on this story, is because it's really easy to write, especially when i'm hyper with candy and good reviews :D. I didn't notice about the one track mind thing till you brought it up, but your right. Lol.

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Surrealtraversity: Yes. I don't know anyone personally called Jay. It wasn't his original name, that's for sure. And i will continue to add the points, becuase i can. Uh... i don't want to get a calculator out, or think too hard, 55?

kylee: I guess i owe it to you guys, someone's going to crack, real soon. ;)

spoonring: Yesh.

Just wanted to go ahead and get this chapter out.

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There has been something that I’ve been wondering for a while. Does everyone use the word ‘play’ as a sexual innuendo, like we did when we were younger, and didn’t even know the meaning of sex.

I’m sooooo bored.

I need my emo music.

Hey, that’s what they call it on AOL radio. And I’m not calling myself an emo or anything, I just like that kind of music. Big whoop, you wanna fight about it?

No please.

I don’t like fighting. Much. Only if the guy I’m fighting is annoying me. Even then, it’s just a verbal fight. Until we start hitting each other anyway.

I’m a fucking weakling, I know it. The only thing I’m good for is jumping on a guys back, and choking him from behind.

And tripping him. That’s always fun.

Until he turns around and chases you, especially if it was just one time, and it was complete and total accident, and I didn’t know that the guy was fucking walking there, and I would have gotten my foot out of the way. Or he could have just watched where he was walking, instead of touching some girl with one hand. Safe to say now, it was hilarious. I was happy that the spaghetti didn’t fall on me. I had a new shirt on.

Apparently he did too, but hey, you win some, you lose some, right?

I had to make a run for it after that though. Sort of left the school grounds.

He wouldn’t stop chasing me!

He got in a lot of trouble after that too, and me? Not at all.

I just thought of something.

“Hey Seth?” Bastard doesn’t even look in my direction.

“Hey Seth?” I tried again. Still ignored.

“I got something important to ask.”

“Like anything you say is important.” Ouch, my pride.

“It’s about the mate thing with Gregory.”

“What about it.”

“If he thinks we’re mates, and since he’s trying to kill me, can’t you attack back?”

“There’s something about that, actually.” Knew it, just knew it.

“What’s that?”

“Well, with some demons, there’s a bit of waiting period, if it’s with a human.”

“What?”

“Say, if I had bitten you, it would take a while for the bite to take affect, to become more like me. While waiting, you wouldn’t be considered a mate, because you hadn‘t bit me back, and Gregory still has a chance to make me his.”

“What would happen when I changed then?”

“That’s it, you would change.” Oh my god I want him to bite me.

“Whatever your thinking, no.” Damn it. I could care less about the extended life span. I wanted the wings, damn it!

I needed to talk to Blue. I don’t know why, but I really wanted to. Sorry if I’m one of those people who like to call people, even if they have nothing to say. I miss her, sue me.

“Can I talk to Blue?” I asked, but the bastard shook his head!

"No."

“Why not?”

“I can’t risk you telling her what I am.”

“Why the hell would I do that?” I wasn’t even thinking about it. Well, I was, but only because he brought it up, but that didn’t mean I was going to go through with it, because Blue wouldn’t even believe me.

“Hell if I know. I can’t read your mind.”

“Let me call her!” I argued, I was getting pissed. What would he do if I had my phone charged? Steal it? Fucking thief…

“No.” Seth retorted.

“Seth, let me call my damn sister!” This was getting fucking annoying.

“No, now shut up.”

“No!” If you can’t fucking tell, I’m fucking pissed right now. I need air.

“Stop the car,” I ordered, and he only looked at me. “Stop the fucking car!” I yelled out.

“Or what?” He asked, acting mean.

“I’ll fucking jump out,” I ordered, and I would. I looked out the window, about to open the door, but stopped. I’ll do it when we’re past the river.

“Why the fuck should is stop?” I had an idea of how to get him to stop. I turned around to the back, and got my shoes, putting them on, and turning back to him.

“If you want to clean up the puke, then just keep driving.”

I wouldn’t force myself to puke, of course not, I just wanted to see if it would work. And it did.

The car stopped, and I jumped out, though not to go and throw up my hard earned sandwich.

Nope, I ran, like I did when that guy that I tripped a couple years ago chased me.

Actually, it was right before he graduated, which would explain how I’m not dead, since he would have killed me later.

Damn it, I’m already lost. Yeah yeah, I know, how the hell can I get lost so quickly? Well, I ran towards the trees. And then I ran into the trees. Well, not into them. Past them. Between them.

“JAY!”

THWACK.

Never mind.

It was those damn roots, I swear.

Ohhh I’m dizzy.

…

Okay, dizziness over with. Back to running frantically like Cindy Campbell off of the Scary Movies.

Kidding. More like just frantically running.

I really wish I could run in a straight line.

I heard Seth call out my name again, but it was farther away. Good, I think I lost him.

Now to find a way to get back to the car to get my bag.

I’m a little lost, so I can only hope the car is still there when I get back.

Oh my god, I hope I don’t meet an alligator. That’d be bad, to run away from a demon, only to be eaten by a crocodile.

I’m still trying to figure out what the differences are between those two. Something about the ridges on their back, I think. Or was it their snout?

Gotta hit them on the nose, like a shark, right?

Right?

Maybe I should stop running.

But god, now it feels like someone is watching me.

YES!

A clearing.

Wait a minute…

Am I about to be killed?

They should but up signs in forests and things that people like to go camping, ‘Watch out for people that look like Jason Voorhees, and not dress up as him.’ Chances are, it’s actually him. Or some other demented freako.

I think… I’m going to wait until Seth finds me.

I hope he’s not too pissed.

Wait a minute… I’m the one who should be mad!

Being such a bastard like that. He lost points, big time.

Grrrrrrr.

Only flying is going to get them back.

And not just for a few seconds. I’d better have yogurt with me, and human targets on the ground.

Is that a rustling in the bushes I hear?

Is that a bunny I see?

Is that something really big and large in the sky, flying right at me, I see?

Yes.

Ohhhhhh.

Something tells me that isn’t a bird.

That same thing is telling me that it isn’t Seth, either.

Time to turn around and run away.

I barely even move when I’m jerked backwards.

“Well well, look who we have here.”

“Hello.”

Seems Greggy found us. Not good.

God, why the fuck did I run from Seth.

Wait a minute… couldn’t we just explain to Greggy that I’m not Seth’s mate, nor will I become it?

The thing that told me that Greggy wasn’t a bird or Seth, also told me that the guy probably wouldn’t even listen. I know I wouldn’t.

Whether I was actually paying attention or not.

Now that I think about it, I’ve been paying attention to things a lot more lately.

What the fuck did Seth do to me!

“Are you fucking listening to me?”

Oh, it seems I’m fine, thank god.

“Not really.” It just came to me that I’m probably not the best person to be kidnapped. I mean, I rile people, whether I mean to or not, and I usually mean to, more than not.

I am definitely not the person you want to have settle your disputes with. Or make treaties or whatever.

I wonder if the fact that I don’t pay attention also affects me memory? I mean, I have horrible memory. It takes me a few times to call my friends their own name. Pisses them off to no end.

Sort of funny, actually.

“Do you even know the situation you’re in?” Apparently not.

“Quit shaking me!” That’s what he was doing. Every. Few. Fucking. Seconds.

It was annoying as hell.

“Then listen to me!”

“Let me go!” I tried getting out of his grasp, but only managed to turn myself around.

“No, I got plans for you.”

…

Perv.

Greggy was holding onto the front of my shirt now. Fucker better not stretch it out, I like this one.

Fuck it’s cold.

“Let me go.” I tried pulling back. The bastards arm didn’t even move. It didn’t even twitch, you know, like when your pulling away, and it sort of moves with you, before he pulls his hand back.

That’s not what’s happening now.

“Where’s Seth?” Fucker completely ignored me.

Oh my god he has wings too!

But they’re ugly!

No where near as pretty as Seth’s.

“You have ugly wings.”

Yeah, definitely not one to help with treaties.

I’d make a horrible politician.

It’s a fucking good thing that I’m not going to have to take over my dad’s business. Blue’s got more of a head for that. I hate the fact that I’ve pretty much forced her into it, since we’re the only family dad has. Other than my aunt, but she’s on my mother’s side.

But yeah, back to the wings. They look like a dirty grey, and crackly.

Seth is the only one that has beautiful wings, I knew it!

He’s definitely going to fly my places.

If I live through this.

“Your coming with me then,”

What?!

“Jay!”

Fucking finally!

Seth’s here.

He’ll help, right?

Oh god, I hope I didn’t piss him off to badly.

He came out the way I came in, and saw that Greggy had a hold of me. The look on his face when he saw us was kind of funny. Deer in the headlights kind of look.

Oh god no… I killed a deer…

If I thought I was guilty before… fuck!

Way to go, Seth.

Before I knew what was happening, Greggy had me turned around, one arm around my waist, and a hand on my neck.

“Let him go.” Real dark this time, Seth.

“Why don’t you let me play with him a bit?”

“What the fuck?”

The last was me. And so is the next.

“Are you a fucking perv-”

Fuck you and your hand, Greggy.

And I would’ve told him that, too, if said hand wasn’t on my mouth.

And it only seemed like he was trying to keep my mouth shut.

I’ve learned something a while ago. Okay, maybe it was just like, right now, but this is what I learned.

Take the chance when it’s presented to you.

And so I did.

I bit his hand.

It had a better effect than I thought it would.

He screamed.

And let me go.

I’m FREE!

And he also just pushed me, and I had to work real hard not to fall into the mud. Bastard.