Dreaming of Demons

Well, guess I'm coming out with this chapter today.

Blackinugoddess: And he will probably just keep fighting with himself about it, too. :)

YCA: You're welcome?

spoonring: Nah, actually Jay just plain hit a deer. And yes, there is a very big chance that i might be crazy ;)

Jazz: Yeah, a lot of things can happen in the city.

Mysticmoon: Turns out you're not going to have to wait till next weekend for this chapter, if you see it before then. I didn't see the review you sent till i posted this, sorry. Glad you do ;)

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I sat on that bench in the park, a cleanish one, for about an hour, trying to figure out if I should call Blue or not. In the end, I decided to do it, because she might actually have something important to say, and then there’s the fact that if I keep ignoring her, she’s going to be very pissed whenever I get back. She forgets nothing. Like an elephant.

After I finally decided to call her, clicked her name in the phonebook part of my cell, it started to ring, and then turned itself off.

Dead.

Oh fuck, now I can’t call her. I can’t help but not feel even a bit remorseful about that.

I sighed, sat back, leaned forward, took off my jacket, and gagged at the bird crap that was now on it. Damn it, I liked this jacket, too.

I really do need to wash it now though, but I’m trying to decide whether to just plain throw it away or not. I really want to now though, because I really don’t want to carry it around anymore, until I can get it cleaned.

Don’t want to go find a place to do it though. Too lazy to do that. Besides, I have another, or I can just buy one, cause I’ve got Seth’s money to pay for it.

He owes me.

Or so I keep telling myself. I mean, I feel like I’m getting revenge of something that I shouldn’t have been getting revenge on.

I mean, I just gave away a big fucking good chance of getting fucked, and I fucked it up.

Well, then again, for all I knew, Seth could’ve been a psycho/sicko, and into a whole bunch of sadistic bullshit.

Though I can’t really call it bullshit, cause I have absolutely no experience in sex, so I really don’t know how I’d like it.

And now, after the panicking and all that shit, my adrenaline rush is still affecting my body, and I need to get moving.

Besides, I feel exposed. Not the kind like I had some sort of secret sex tape let loose on the internet, which wasn’t supposed to get out or anything. I’m really sure I’m not into exhibition or whatever it’d be called.

And- Ew…

I just put my hand in bird crap.

Sick…

One time, I was pooped on by a bird, which leads me to believe they have very good aim, since the damn rat was flying.

But yeah, back to the main point, I need to find a way to get back to Miami.

Also, I found out where I was, Lake City. Never been here before.

So, with destination in mind- though not of how to get there- I set off. Hopefully to some payphone or something, so I could call Blue, and see if she knew of a way for me to get home.

And truthfully? I should have just stolen the fucking car, but no, I’m pretty sure I’d end up getting in trouble if Seth called the police on me, or I’d probably just end up wrecking the damn thing. I can’t focus worth shit, if you can’t tell. I already wrecked my own.

So here I was, walking to the park’s water fountain to wash my hand off, and I see Seth.

I think, holy crap, the guys psychic. Except, he hadn’t seen me yet. He’s turned the other fucking way, towards the bench that I didn’t sit in because there was too much bird shit and human vomit.

Of course, while I’m standing there, staring at him like the idiot I was, he takes his fucking sweet time- quickly- and turns around.

Finally my legs start to move and turn around by the time he called out my name, but I was already running. Almost went out for track, you know.

I didn’t, though, because it cut into my video game time.

And, thinking about this, I did something even more stupid, and ran into a fucking alley. You know, the kind in the movies, where the helpless victim- usually female- is cornered by three fucking walls. Only way out is where the predator is coming in through.

If I live through this, I’m going to have to make sure that I never do something like this, ever again.

Holy fuck!

I lost my jacket…

Damn it, I could’ve gotten in cleaned, too. Blue gave it to me a few years ago, and she’s going to kill me. I could just say I grew out of it, but then she’d find out that I was lying, and then kill me. Again.

“Is this yours?” I jumped. Couldn’t help it, cause it was like, right in my ear, and it was weird, since I didn’t see the guy come in.

I guess that was too be expected, cause I was still staring at the wall.

“Excuse me, is this yours?” I looked at the guy who spoke, imagining a hobo, only to find out it was a guy dressed up like Seth.

“What?” I asked, just to say something, trying not to show that I was checking him out. He was pretty damn hot, if my new gay senses had anything to say, almost enough to rival Seth.

“This, is it yours?” The guy said again, holding up something that looked a lot like my jacket. I stared at it for a moment, before looking up at him.

“I think your hand is in bird shit,” I sure told him, didn’t I? Yay, go me.

But seriously, the guy looked a lot like Seth. Not genetics, like family, or something. Pale complexion, glowishy looking eyes, though his was more of a yellowish color. Same kind of dark cloths, though he had blond hair, almost same as his eyes.

It also looked like the guy was checking me out too.

“So you’re the one, huh? Must be a really good fuck.”

…I’m not really sure how to respond to that. So, I stared.

“Bit of a idiot, if you ask me.” The guy goes on. How dare he! I mean yeah, I don’t exactly scream intelligence, and I’ve been known to not have a lot of common sense, and I can’t focus on something more than ten seconds… I’m not really sure where I’m going with this.

“But you’re not too bad on the eyes, if I do say so myself.”

Oh, wow, a hobo’s hitting on me.

“Um… thanks?” Was the only kind of response I could give to the guy. I mean, what should I have said? I really have no clue other than, ‘Get away from me, you freak,’ and I’m not really sure if that would go over well, especially if the thought I just thought was real, the one where Seth might have been telling the truth, and this was the guy that was after him.

“Are you after Seth?” I asked, licking my lips, they’d been dry, and I was really thirsty, and my hand still had bird shit on and it was really gross. I’d wipe it off on the wall, but I had a feeling that that would just make it dirtier.

“How’d you guess?” The guy said sarcastically. Yeah, I don’t like him. Him and his hotness. “He tell you about me?”

I thought for a moment, before shaking my head.

“Other than that you have an undeniable sexual attraction to the guy? Nothing.” Probably not the best thing to say, but hey, I don’t lie. When it’s in my favor. I’m still pissed at Seth.

But yeah, bad idea, the guy looked a little pissed.

“I’ll… just be going now,” I said, and tried walking out of the alley, but something seemed to have snagged onto my shirt. Namely, a hand. Namely, the guy’s whose name I don’t knows hand.

“What?” I asked, when I turned around to see what the hell he was wanting. He doesn’t have any problems
with me, I think.

“Need to… talk to you for a bit,” the guy said to me, of course, I don’t believe him for a second. But then again, it seems everything I don’t believe, turns out to be true. Does that mean Santa’s real, too? God, I hope so.

“Then talk,” I told him, and he shrugged.

“Probably not best out here.”

“Then where else, cause I’m not going anywhere else,” Even if in the end, I have to scream bloody murder.

“This has to do with you and Seth,” it’s like the guy didn’t even fucking hear me, bastard.

“Good for you,” I really wanted to go.

But before I could go anywhere, I was pinned up against the wall.

Son of a fuck, I hit my head.

“Gonna try you out,” The guy said from somewhere up above. Fuck I can barely even hear I hit my head so hard.

I really tried focusing when I felt something pressing against my mouth, and something else at my groin.

Holy fuck I think I’m being molested.

I tried to push him off, but the fucker had my hands pinned with just one of his own. The other one was on my groin, and his mouth was on mine.

But he was rubbing, and it felt soooo good.

I bit him. Hard.

And he let me go.

“You little fucker!” I ducked down when I saw the fist coming at me, and heard it hit the wall.

“Jay?” I heard called down the alley, and saw Seth walking towards us. When the guy who wiping off his lip looked up, Seth suddenly stopped. “Gregory.”

I looked confused, between him and this so called Gregory. Nice name, by the way, suits him not at all.

“Oh, I was just about to find you,” Greggy said with a sneer, before pulling me up by the collar of my shirt. Shit, I felt like a scolded puppy. Don’t ask why.

“Get you’re hands off of him,” Seth practically snarled, advancing on Greggy. God damn, this place stunk.

“Why should I? Besides, I want to see what you see in him.” I’m… not quite sure what Greggy just said. I feel like I’m being put on the stand, being checked out for how good of a fuck I’d be.

“What the hell are you talking about?” I interjected, trying to turn around, but they both just ignored me.

Fuck you guys too.

Then you know what they do next? Start fucking bickering back and forth like fucking tweens. Thing was, Greggy seemed to have forgotten about me, because he let go of my collar.

With their attention on each other, I made my way out of the alley. The noise of the argument was getting louder, and I really didn’t want to be here when the fists began to fly.

By the sounds of the thudding noises, I think I was too late.

And now I was curious to see how far the two would go. So, I turned around, and watched the fight.

Sort of weird. Both of them would stare at each other, sort of circling each other, if it weren’t for the limited space. Then, they’d get close, throw a few punches, and then go back. Neither of them were really injured, which led me to believe that either they were wimps, or they had a high tolerance for pain. I hoped it was the tolerance for Seth, because I still wanted him to fuck me, and I definitely wouldn’t let him if he lost.

And now it was beginning to rain. Huh, weird.

And now I was freezing because I didn’t have my jacket, because it was on the other side of the two idiots, and I really didn’t want to get into the middle of the fight. And the fact that it was soiled by both whatever that wet stuff was on the ground, and bird crap.

But yeah, it was getting dark, and I couldn’t really even see that much anymore. But what I could see, was that the anger seemed to be escalating, because the hits were landing harder and more frequently.

Damn, their eyes were really seeming to glow right now. Fucking weird, was what it was.

And now, it think I may be hallucinating, maybe from hypothermia?

You see, Seth and Greggy apparently just grew fangs. And can now growl, if what I heard wasn’t the thunder or my stomach.

And I think I’m going to back away slowly…

And now I’m going to run.

Five minutes later, I’m pretty sure I’m about a mile away or so. I’m warmed up at least.

But seriously, what the hell was that?

My god, I’ve been kidnapped by someone from a cult.