Dreaming of Demons

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jazz: Yeah, he's like that. Seth's got fangs, and you think Jay is abnormal?

Itchan: Yep, and i'm coming out with more! As you can see... :)

blackinugoddess: You'll find out if he is or not, in this chapter, actually.

M-K-la: *gasp* Jay, in over his head? How could that be?! ;)

cee dee: You'll find that out, if you keep reading of course ;)

Spoonring: Nah, Seth only wishes he thought of that...

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Now, I have nothing against cults, as long as they don’t sacrifice animals. And people, I guess that would be bad too.

But god, you would’ve thought Seth would’ve told me about something like that.

I mean, of all the cults that I’ve ever heard of, they were horrible.

None come to mind at the moment, but I know they were bad. Of course, they wouldn’t put it on the news or make a documentary about it if I was just sunshine and unicorns, now would they?

Damn, it was a good thing I ran away then, apparently. I mean, I don’t want to be fucked as some sort of ritual, do I?

And I can’t believe I was just molested, it brings back unwanted memories.

Like the time I went to a party, and this drunk chick forced herself on my lap, and tried kissing me. Sloppily of course, but she did it, and also tried rubbing my through my pants, like Greggy was doing. In the end, the chick figured out I wasn’t getting off from it, and slapped me.

It was actually a very quick ordeal, quick enough that I had no idea what the hell was happening until she was storming off to molest someone else.

The guys just put it down to surprise that I didn’t get a hard on, cause apparently the girl was a pretty one. I was just happy that her boyfriend never found out.

Maybe I could get Seth drunk, and then he’d fuck me?

NO.

I just found out that he’s a cultist, I don’t want to take part in rituals.

I’ve had so many people from school come up and asked me if I was stoned. I was even sent to the principles office a few times, and even had to take a few tests.

Dad was really pissed, until the test results came back saying I was clean. Now he’s just really disappointed. Blue was the only one who never believed that I was high.

But now, what the hell should I do? I’m pretty sure Seth would just follow after me, and now I might even have Greggy coming after me, though he’d probably be pissed since I bit him.

Wonder how far he’d have taken it if I hadn’t of bit him and Seth hadn’t came to my rescue like the knight in dull armor that he is.

Funny, he’s standing right in front of my right now.

“What the hell…?” I had no idea how he got there, I don’t even know where I am anymore, cause I lost my way from the park to the alley. I had been trying to retrace my steps, but nothing was familiar.

“I need to talk to you.” Seth looked pissed. I hoped it wasn’t at me.

I shook my head, remembering the teeth, and turned around, about to walk away, but Seth grabbed onto my shirt.

“Let go,” I said, turning around, and he did, but grabbed my wrist instead.

Damn he was cold.

“You okay?” I asked, noticing that his lip was bleeding. Seth started pulling me somewhere, and I couldn’t help but follow after him, because this guy was like, seriously strong.

“Fine,” He told me, not even bothering to tell the truth.

“Where we going?” I asked, still be dragged behind. Damn it was cold. Stupid rain. Me and it are in a bit of a love hate relationship right now. I love it when it rains, but I hate being caught out in it when I’m running from someone from a cult.

Damn rain. I loath you right now.

“Somewhere quiet,” I managed to hear Seth say, which was a feat in itself, cause I didn’t really think he was going to answer, so I had stopped listening.

I stayed quiet while Seth pulled us into a small, practically empty café.

He pulled us to a private booth in the back, and we sat down, right across from each other, him on the side closest to nearest exit.

God damn, I bit my tongue again.

He was quiet for a long time, until a waitress came up, but he sent her away. Damn bastard didn’t let me order anything. It wasn’t like I didn’t have any money. Okay, I didn’t have any that was my own.

Am I going to have to give it back now? Maybe that’s the reason why Seth chased me?

Damn greedy fucker.

“We need to talk.” He suddenly said.

“Then talk.” I told him, glaring. I was still pissed. He’d better have a good reason for forcing me to become part of a ritual of a cult.

“About what you saw back there.” He must’ve meant the teeth and growling.

“Look, your… hobbies have nothing to do with me, so don’t get me involved.” I put it right out in the open. I don’t care what he thinks, I just want to go home, go to bed, and maybe go out with Bailey’s brother, if he’ll have me.

“Hobbies?” He looked confused, before shaking his head. “You really don’t know then?”

I raised an eyebrow, then shrugged. Again, not caring.

“What don’t I know?” I said, just to humor him. I wonder what that really means, because I keep thinking it means I’m making fun of him, but I know it’s not that.

“What I am.” Again, I raise my eyebrow. Think I’ve got that down pat.

“A cultist?” Duh?

I began to rethink that, when he looked confused again. Maybe he was something else?

“What the hell…?” He copycatted what I said earlier. Fucking ape.

“If not that, then what?” I asked, sort of kind of curious.

Seth looked away for a minute, before looking back at me. Then away again. Then back at me.

“Gonna talk or what?” I asked, and Seth sighed.

“Fine.” Another stalling hesitation. “I’m a demon.”

“Really.” I rolled my eyes, and sat back against the booth thingy that I was sitting in. I wonder what the hell they’re called.

“Yes, really.” Seth looked pissed again.

“Prove it.” I wanted something substantial too.

I watched as Seth looked around for a moment, seeing no one, then turned back to me, and leaned forward over the table, motioning for me to lean forward too.

“Look,” He said, and gestured to his mouth. He opened it a bit, but I couldn’t see anything that well.

I moved a hand over, and lifted his lip up, he moved back a bit, but I had a hold on his lip, so he couldn’t go far.

He leaned forward again, thank god, cause I don’t like putting my fingers in other peoples mouths. It’s weird, and it will be that way with me and him until my tongue has been in his mouth.

I lifted his lip up, and stared.
Holy fuck he has long canines. Eye teeth. Whatever.

“Doesn’t that hurt your mouth?” I had to ask, cause I really wanted to know, cause his tooth went almost down to the bottom of his mouth. Cool, but painful looking.

“Na rerey.” He said around my fingers, before scooting back. “What do you think now?”

Seth stared at me really hard, like he was trying to read my mind or something, but I hope, if he really was a demon, that he would be able to, because I would bash my head against a brick wall in embarrassment.

“You are either genetically mutated, or you did that surgically or whatever.” It can happen. I’ve heard about it, people wanting to make themselves look like vampires and all that shit.

“And if I’m really a demon?”

“Hey man, think whatever you want to. But can I leave now?” I had to pee. Like, real bad. I jumped when Seth slammed a fist on the table.

“Why do you have to be so fucking stubborn?” He hissed. Or, something like a hiss, because I’m pretty sure it’s only natural for a cat or any sort of lizard can do that.

“Sorry for being stubborn about something that’s not real.” Seth sighed, ran a hand through his hair, looking totally unpissed now. Bipolar, much?

“How the fuck do you want me to prove it to you?” He likes to use the word fuck a lot to, I’ve noticed. Wonder what that says about if he likes to do what the word implies.

I also wonder how big his feet are?

I mean, there’s that whole thing about the size of a man’s feet is the size of a mans… well, figure that one out on your own. I know first hand that it isn’t true. Along with that damn hand myth too. Of course, I’m not saying it’s severely small or grotesquely big… I’m not sure why I’m telling you this.

“I’m going to go to the bathroom.” I told him, before standing up. He almost stood up to, like he was going to follow me, but that would’ve been weird.

But then again, if he came in when I was done… I’m not quite sure where I’m going with this, cause I’m not really sure if I want him to fuck me anymore.

Who the hell am I kidding? All he has to do is ask.

God, not even that. Fucking bend me over the counter and I wouldn’t care.

Well, I would, but I wouldn’t struggle. And probably enjoy it.

Yeah, I’d definitely enjoy it.

To think, hardly more than a day, and I go from finding out I’m gay, to a horny teenager begging to be fucked by someone of the same sex. Except I’m only begging in my mind, so I’m not sure if that counts.

I was washing my hands when the door to the bathroom opened, and at first, it was like, okay, there’s someone else in the bathroom. It was built for more than one person. As long as he doesn’t stare at me, everything is a-okay.

‘Cept it was Seth. And he looked sort of like he was concentrating on something. He locked the door, and turned around to me.

And he was taking his shirt off.

Oh my god what the fuck is he doing!

Don’t tell me… No, probably not, but a guy can hope, right? That’s about all I can do…

“What’re you doing?” I asked, drying my hands on my shirt. I was happy that I was finally able to do so, too. Even washed my hands before I actually used the bathroom, cause my hand still had bird shit on it.

And not washing afterwards? I mean yeah, sometimes it’s fine, especially if it’s a guy, and only taking a piss, but I feel really dirty if I don’t.

“I’m going to show you that I really am a demon,” Seth said, advancing me. I’m not sure why he took his shirt off, cause I see no tribal markings that I always thought a demon would have if they were real. Key word- if.

Seth walked towards me, and I thought he was going to stop or something, but he didn’t, and I finally had to take step back, or else he’d be stepping on my toes, but I could only go so far. Fucking walls. Who needs them, anyway?

Seth finally stopped, but he put his arms on either side of my head, making me feel trapped, and if there is one thing I don’t like, besides alcohol, is being trapped.

But, it didn’t seem like-

“Holy fuck,” Seth’s eyes were glowing. “That is awesome.”

Wait, is this what Seth was going to show me? Then why the hell did he take his shirt off?

“Hold on a minute.” Seth said, his voice sounded strained, and for a minute I thought he was trying to shit his pants.

I thought even more so, when there was a loud ripping noise, that I thought might be his pants, and I was thinking, ew.

That is, until I saw what was now behind him.

Ginormous wings.