Dreaming of Demons

Kasia-chan: Well, yeah, i guess. It seems i have a thing with mystery, so it might take a few chapters before it gets to anything really substantial. ;)

Blackinugoddess: Good. It makes me happy... :)

Itchan: Maybe ;)

M-K-La: O.O wow, thanks. You've just made me feel really good about myself now, cause i've read some of one of your stories not to long ago, and its amazing.

Jazz: Actually, the first dream was just a regular wet dream. The second one was just a dream that was a little intune with the world. It happens. It happened to me once. I was sleeping, and my friend turned on the TV, it was on Fairly Odd Parents, and so i was dreaming of a mix of that and The Sims, the video game. Friggin weird is what it was.

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“OHMYGOD Wherethefuckamiwherethefuckareyoutakingmewhatthefuckareyoudo-”

“SHUT UP!” the driver yelled at me. Well ex-cuse me for panicking when I find out that I’ve been kidnapped.

Wait a minute… I know that voice.

“Seth?”

I got in between the two front seats, and looked at him. Yep, it’s him.

He looked at me for a minute, before we went over another pothole, and I hit my head.

“Where the fuck are you taking me?” Dammit, I bit my tongue, too.

“I’m really sorry about doing this,” Seth said, completely ignoring my question, the bastard.

“If you’re so sorry, you shouldn’t have done it in the first place,” which was my usual response to anyone who apologized to me.

Especially when I got the raw end of the deal.

“I didn’t know something like this was going to happen,” He said, soft enough that I almost didn’t hear it. I didn’t like that, so I crawled into the front seat, hoping that I wouldn’t cause him to wreck, because we were going far too fast on a gravel road in the middle of the night.

And middle of the night it was, it was almost past midnight.

“Something like what? You kidnapping me so you can take advantage of me?” Okay, that didn’t come out the way I planned it too. Even managed to get an odd look from him.

“What are you…? Never mind. I mean having to do this. I got you in trouble.” I immediately thought of the boyfriend. Didn’t know who it was, but it must’ve been someone who was still in town, maybe saw me with Seth, got the wrong conclusion, and is now trying to kill me.

“I don’t want to be in the middle of you and your boyfriend’s argument.” I think I was probably pouting. Seth snorted.

“What makes you think I have a boyfriend?”

“You told me. Earlier, in the mall.” I explained, it was in the food court.

“I never said I had a boyfriend.” He told me, and looked at me confused. I shrugged. He’d better be fucking kidding me, or I’m going to kill him. I went through all that shit earlier because he wasn’t being clear?

“You said you found who you were looking for,” It was true. He can’t blame me if I took it the wrong way, either. If he’d fucking explain once in a while…

“Who the hell do you think I was talking about?” He asked, and I looked out the window, trying to figure out where the hell I was. Maybe I could trick him into stopping the car and letting me out? Might even walk back to the town. My car and things were still there. I needed them.

“How the hell should I know?” I countered. “If it’s not your boyfriend, then who are we running from?”

“Someone who wishes he could be…” Seth muttered, and I wasn’t sure if I heard him right.

“What?” I asked, looking at him. I may be crazy, but I’m not deaf. Unless… does craziness effect hearing? Maybe what I hear.

I really need to find a way to get to Washington state. If I manage to run off, I could probably hitch a couple hundred rides there.

But I have no money, and I’m not about to resort to becoming a lot lizard. That is definitely not how I’m going to lose my virginity.

Maybe Seth had some cash on him, that he wouldn’t mind missing? I mean, he’s got a nice car and clothes, and apparently doesn’t mind risking what would happen now that he’s kidnapped me.

Don’t think he’d miss some money, do you?

I don’t. I just needed to find a time to get away with it, then just get away.

“Are you listening?”

“Not really,” I seem to be able to tune in when someone wants to know if I’m listening. It’s freaking weird is what it is.

“You’re in danger, the least you could do is pay attention,” Since I was still pissed at Seth for getting me in this mess, I decided to make it known that blamed him, and I wasn’t going to forgive him anytime soon.

“And who’s fault is that?”

Oh, nooooo.

Seth looks sad.

“Sorry.”

No better.

“Please?”

Now confusion.

“Look, just tell me what the hells happening.” I looked out the window. I was fucking embarrassed.

“I… I pissed off the wrong guy, and he’s after me. You too now.”

“Why me?”

“He… I think he thinks that we might be together…” Seth had the forethought to look embarrassed, when I looked at him.

“What’d you do to piss him off?”

“I’d rather not say,” Thanks. Thanks a fucking lot. Get me in trouble, and don’t even say what for.

“Why not?”

“I’ll tell you another time,” Well, that means he’s thinking of keeping me hostage for awhile.

“You’d better… So where are we going?” Looking around didn’t help me at all.

“I’m not really sure. Didn’t think that far.” Nice.

“So, what? Are you just planning on driving until we lose him?”

“Pretty much.”

I don’t really believe Seth, do I? Maybe I’m not the only crazy one around here.

Besides, I hadn’t seen anyone that looked as if they were mad or after me, so what reason would I have?

Yeah, I was definitely going to get out of here as quick as I could. Seth has to sleep sometime, right?

Besides, if the guy’s that bad, why doesn’t Seth just call the police, unless he has a lot of money, like Seth seems to.

“I’ll probably take you to my place. It seems the safest, and I know my way around the area…” It sounded like he was talking more to himself than to me.

But if that was true… I’d be going to Seth’s house, and he might possibly probably may fuck me, yes?

NO! I should be over that by now.

Apparently not.

“Where do you live?” I asked, hoping it was still in Florida, that was I had a chance of finding my way back home.

“Michigan.”

Sonnuva bitch.

Well, he can’t drive there all in one night, right? Have to stop at a hotel or something, right? Right?

Yeah, I think so.

God I’m thirsty.

“I’m thirsty.” I told Seth. He ignored me.

“I’m thirsty.” I said again, and was still ignored.

“I’m thirsty.” He wasn’t even glancing at me.

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“Would you shut up?!” Well sor-ry for being thirsty, I told him that too.

“What do you want me to do about it?” Seth said hotly, and I shrugged.

“Don’t know, but you should at least do something. Least you could do since you kidnapped me.”

“Could you at least wait until we get into a town?” Yeah, I guess I could, but I don’t want to. Uh….

“I have to go to the bathroom.”

“Hold it,” I began to squirm.

“I can’t. I have a very weak bladder.” Seth sighed, before pulling over to the side of the road.

“I’m not going out in my pajamas.” No fucking way. I was only wearing boxers. Its probably really fucking cold out there.

“Then what the hell do you want me to do?” Seth groaned out, and I bit my lip.

“I don’t know…” But I really had to go. I guess I was going to have to risk hypothermia or pneumonia or whatever the hell I could catch out there. “Fine…” I got out of the car.

“Hurry up.”

Well, now I probably wasn’t going to be fast. I hate it when people do that. Don’t you? You are trying to go to the bathroom, and they tell you to hurry up, and you want to deliberately go slower to piss them off.

But it was soooo cold. My piss about froze before it touched the ground.

I quickly got back to the car, and I was shivering real bad.

“I’m cooollllddd.” I whined. Hey, maybe I could annoy him enough to want to just drop me off somewhere? I mean, yeah, I’d rather not be dropped off at the side of the road, but maybe he had a lot of patience, and waited till we were in town?

Yeah, that would work. But I’m too cold to think of anything to do to ignore him.

“If I turn the heat up, will you be quiet?” I quickly nodded. Well, I guess I could… “For the next couple of days.”

Damn, I guess I’m freezing then.

“Why do you have to be so stubborn?”

“If you think I’m stubborn, you should get to know my dad.” Seriously, he’s were the donkey got it from.

I’d cuss him out too, but I don’t really feel like it anymore. It’s too cold.

I kept shivering, and even my teeth were chattering, when Seth finally sighed, and turned the heat up. That’s when it came to me.

Seth touchedme.

My unconscious body.

While I was sleeping.

In my bed.

In my boxers.

God I’m glad I’m cold now, it’s a little harder to get it up.

“I’m still cold.”

“Wait a moment, it’ll get warmer.”

“I don’t want to. It’s cold now.” I’m whining, YAY!

“What the fuck do you want me to do about it?” I thought for a moment, the idea of putting his arms around me came to mind, but I quickly dislodged it from my sex-stressed brain.

“Do you have a jacket or something I can have, so I’m not almost completely naked?” The weirdest thing happened when I said that.

Seth looked at my legs. Well, more like my groin. I’m not sure if meant to do it, because he made this really weird noise in the back of his throat, and he looked away really quick.

“Yeah, there’s a coat in the back.” He told me, looking straight ahead.

I turned around, and crawled through the space between the seats, making sure not to hit the gears, which meant I had to put my legs on either side, which meant that my leg was touching Seth’s.

He’s warm.

“Can I have your shirt instead?” I quickly sat back, and noticed that he was looking at me again, but not at my face.

Creep.

Wait, this is good, isn’t it?

NO!

I will not develop Stockholm Syndrome.

Could it be considered that if I wanted him to fuck me before he kidnapped me?

“Why do you want my shirt?” He asked after a moment, and I gave him my ’duh’ look.

“It’s warm.”

“How do you know?” Is he stupid?

“Your legs warm too.” To prove it, I moved my arm back, and put my hand on his thigh.

And then almost yelled when the car swerved really bad.

“Watch where your going!” I said loudly. “Never mind, I don’t want your shirt no more…”

I went back to look for his coat, and found it on the floor.

Instead of putting it on normally, I stuck my arms through the holes, and the back of the coat was on my front.

So… warm…

It smelled kind of good too.