Dreaming of Demons

jazz: i think it's good for Seth too. It's fun torturing your own characters...

M-K-la: Great, now i feel stalkerish... And, I can only update as quick as I do becuase i've got the chapters written, even posting them up on another site.

Kasia-chan: Just the way Jay is ;).

Thanks for the reviews!!! If I get enough for this chapter, I'll update one more time today, before you all have to wait for a few more days. I'll be able to update wednesday or thursday though, instead of Friday.

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I woke up with a start.

I just had the weirdest dream I ever had. I dreamed I had been kidnapped.

“You awake yet?”

Oh…

“Where am I?” I asked, trying to remember all that was happening. Everything was a bit blurring, but it was becoming clearer to me.

…

HE DIDN’T HAVE A BOYFRIEND!

I wasn’t sure if should be extremely happy or severely pissed.

I settled for both, and decided to ignore him again.

I looked around, trying to figure out where the hell I was. Nothing looked familiar.

“I didn’t know what you liked, so I just got this,” Seth said, and I saw him sit in the drivers seat, and handed me a white paper bag, that said Hardees on it.

And it smelled really good too. Not the bag, what was most likely inside it. Well, maybe the bag too, since food was inside the bag, and it would have… extended out? Something to do with something that I learned in science class.

Or, didn’t learn, really.

My stomach growled, and I quickly tore into the sandwich, moaning in content.

“Wer’e at?” I said around a mouthful of food. Seth shrugged.

“Some town in Florida. Can’t remember the name.” I looked around, it seemed to be a pretty small town, bigger than the one that I met Seth in by a long shot, but still pretty small.

“What’re we gonna do now?” I swallowed, and almost choked. Chew, ALL of it next time.

“To the next town, quickly as possible,” Seth said, starting the car.

“If you don’t want me to puke, turn it off,” moving while eating makes me sick. At least Seth did, before I actually did throw up.

“Hurry up then,” He said, sighing.

“I need clothes, I’m not going anywhere else in just boxers and your jacket,” I stated. I’d jump out of the fucking car even if it was moving if I had to, just to make him realize that he was an idiot for making me go almost naked.

I managed to make Seth sigh again, before he got out, and went to the back. I saw the trunk open through the back window. Does it have a name, like the windshield? Would it be… the back windshield?

“Here,” Seth said, practically throwing a bag at me. It looked really familiar…

“You stole my bag?!” I practically yelled, and glared at Seth. “Why didn’t you tell me last night? Before I fucking froze?”

“You were pissing me off.” I stared at Seth, shocked. Yeah, I was getting out as soon as he had his back turned. And I had my clothes on.

“I’m changing, look away,” I motioned for him to turn his head, but he just glared. “You want to watch or something?” I asked. His face paled, before he finally looked out the other window, but I still didn‘t trust him.

Think, think. Thought, thought. Brain hurts.

But at least I got an idea of how to get a little bit more privacy.

I moved up, and crawled to the back of the car, and took the jacket off, before unzipping the bag. Yep, my clothes. Some of them were actually clean, too. Imagine that.

I managed to pull my jeans up over my boxers, cause there was no way in hell that I was taking them off in the car with Seth, unless he gave me good reason to, namely sexing me up.

Got my shirt on afterwards, and leaned up to the front, where Seth was staring straight at the windshield, looking like he was concentrating on something, and even had his fingers on the wheel, even though that car wasn’t even on.

Once again, freak.

“We goin or what?” I asked, and Seth finally started his fucking car. I was fucking pissed at him for stealing
my fucking bag, if you can’t fucking tell.

“So, we’re going to your house then?” I asked, breaking the god damned silence. It was annoying. Too quiet. I don’t do well if there’s another person and it’s completely quiet.

“Yeah,” Was all I got from him. Thanks a lot, bucko.

“Why?” I was determined to make him say more, whether in anger, or aggravation. I have this sort of effect on people, I know how it works, mostly.

“Because, he won’t be able to follow us,” Seth finally said after a minute, which was something else that was fucking annoying. If I was going to find out in the end, then he shouldn’t fucking hesitate about it, unless he gave me a choice to get out if I wanted, which I didn’t see happening.

“How’s that?” If he was going to explain some of it, then I was going to make him explain all of it. If I could. Better not be at stubborn as dad, or I’m going to be pissed.

“There are rules, now will you shut up? I’m trying to remember something,” he told me.

“Why should I?” just to piss him off, but I only got madder in the end, when he turned the fucking music on, on the fucking stupid music shit.

How the hell am I going to get out of this? I’m not good at thinking up ideas, or at least ones that actually benefit me in the end. I should probably wait until we get in a big city, if anything. I’d be harder for Seth to find me, if he actually went after me.

Of course, from this town and where ever we where going, I would allow a nice hard fuck in between. And, if I liked it, maybe a few more.

“When are we going to be there?” I asked on top of the music, and Seth granted me with a reply. Asshole.

“Couple of days, depends.” Wow, very specific. Just the way I like my man.

But seriously, he’s losing points for if I’d let him touch me or not.

Right now? He can only to the soft, fluffy touchy stuff.

He’s really going to have to work hard.

That is, if he really wants me. I kind of hope he did. Don’t I?

Not really sure anymore, I mean yeah, I sort of like the guy, but mostly because he’s really hot.

Fuck, I don’t want to think about this.

“I’m bored.” I needed something to keep my mind off of this.

“I think there’s a book back there,” I heard Seth say.

“Why the hell do you have a book in your car?” I blurted out. No, I wasn’t even going to look to see what it was. I don’t like reading in cars.

I don’t like reading. Much. Especially if it’s boring, and I’ve found few that actually caught my interest enough to not make me read it while daydreaming, and wonder where the hell I was, because I didn’t remember what the hell I just read.

It got annoying after a while, pretty early on in life, so I quickly migrated to video games after that. I wish I had a Playstation or something. Hell, even a Gameboy would do.

After a couple of minutes of trying to bug Seth-which seemed to be failing miserably- I finally just sat back, closed my eyes, and fell asleep.

Think of the irony it was, when I woke up, surround by a bunch of tall buildings.

A city.

Fucking finally.

“Where are we?” I asked, a little slurred by the fact that I just woke up, obviously.

Thing was, I didn’t get an answer. At first, I thought Seth was just ignoring me, I mean, the car was still on, and the music was still on. But once I lifted my head up, I realized I was all alone.

I looked outside again, trying to find where the hell Seth went off to, and oddly enough, he was inside one of the buildings, looking really pissed and yelling at some other, older man. I could barely see it, because there where too many shadows, and the fact that I had to look through glass, which I guess didn’t hinder sight too much, but I needed more then one excuse. It sounds better.

I think this is making up for wrecking my car twice. I mean, I have to have some good luck after all that.

All I have to do know, is get out of here.

I picked up my bag, making sure everything was in it, and was about to get out, after making sure that Seth’s attention was still held by the other man, and I saw it. A wallet.

I couldn’t help but smile. Seth deserved it, right? I mean, he did kidnap me.

About twenty minutes later, I was walking down the city sidewalk with my bag slung over my back, and most of the contents in Seth’s wallet.

I kind of sort of hid his keys, too. He pissed me off, and this is revenge. Think it was bad? Deal with it.

But at least now he can’t follow me in his car, if that’s what he was going to do. Unless, of course, he had a spare, which I really hope he didn’t, but it really doesn’t matter now, because I doubt he’d ever be able to find me.

Right now, I can’t even find me.

Shit, I think I’m lost.

Well, of course I’d be, I guess, since I don’t even know this city’s fucking name. And I’m hungry.

I should really call Blue. I wish I had my fucking cell phone. I don’t want to waste money, and also still be able to walk while I’m talking. It feels better to keep moving. I keep thinking that he’ll find me if I stop.

I wonder if Seth’s even realized that I’m not even in the car anymore. I’d really like to see the look on his face. It’s be great.

Probably could of stayed, hid behind a building or something, and watched, but it wouldn’t be worth it to get caught.

I eventually found myself in a park, and went to one of the benches.

Then I went to another. The last one was covered in bird shit, and there was this big pile of what looked a lot like vomit at the bottom of the trashcan right beside it, like they missed the last inch to the trashcan. Disgusting.

I don’t much like the cities. I grew up most of my life in Miami, in the better part, going to a public school, and hearing ‘Oye! What’chu got?’ Every. Single. Day. Not to me of course. It was hard to make friends that actually had the patience.

Heard all the girls saying ‘coge muy bien’ and ‘hijo de puta,’ alot, and I even know what they mean, oddly enough.

Can barely understand half of what half the people are saying, though. They talk to fast. And I also don’t listen, though we cleared that already.

Before I lived in Miami, though, we lived in Olympia. The capital of Washington, not the mythical place of the mythical gods.

It was because my dad got some great job offer. Yeah, my life got much better, but we weren’t exactly the picture perfect family. I’m gay, for one thing, and perfect families don’t have gay sons. Or maybe they’re
actually secretly gay?

Yeah, that’s probably it.

And for some reason, I keep hearing this fucking ringing in my ear. I’d say my ear was just ringing, but it’s in both of them, and there is a tune.

Further investigation tells me that the mysteriously imaginary ringing is coming from my bag.

Huh. Turns out that my cells in there.

The ringing stopped when I picked the damn thing up though. The screen said Birdy.

More checking said she called five times, and three text, mostly saying, ‘U fuk him yet?’

I’m not really sure if I want to call her back. What am I going to say, that I’ve been kidnapped by the guy she’s wants me to ‘fuk?’

Maybe I should call the cops? Doesn’t seem like a bad idea.

But… nah, I don’t want the trouble. I could go without it, and go home. No harm done, except for my pride.

Couldn’t get the guy to get in my pants, now could I?