So, I'm jumping on the bandwagon and going for it! Demon!Blaine all over this. Just roll with it... ;)
The sidewalk was dark, and the streetlamp above this particular house was broken. Blaine Anderson was standing in the shadow, leaning again the useless light, watching the house with an intensity that couldn't be matched by anything in the world. His eyes were so trained on the house that he didn't even notice the figure slowly walk up beside him.
"You know, stalking is creepy." she said, making him jump.
He looked over at her, his eyes darkening for a second, before he recognized her for who she was. "Rose," he said simply, giving her no more recognition than that.
She circled him slowly, looking at the house and then back at him, repeatedly. "What's so interesting about this kid anyway?" she asked, stopping in front of him to examine the house, as if it could answer her question.
Blaine sighed, running his fingers through the mess of curls on his head. "I don't know. There's something about this kid," he said, tapping his temple with his index finger, "I'm supposed to be in complete control, right? Well, it's like he's thinking about him somehow, which makes me think about him, too." he told her, huffing in irritation. This had definitely never happened to him before, making it more irritating than anything he had ever experienced. And he had experienced a lot.
"But you didn't even meet him until after you had taken over?" she said, making the statement more of a question.
"It's the strangest thing that's ever happened to me." he admitted, not sure what to do. "This kid is perfect in all other ways. I really don't want to ditch this body." he told her, pushing away from the pole.
"I'll deal with it. It's not something I can't handle." he said simply, determined not to let this get to him.
She gave him a knowing smirk. "Can't fall in love with a human, Blaine. What would Dad say?" she teased as she started to walk away.
What would Dad say indeed...
