Victim of Demon Dreams
The dark, questioning eyes stared back at Seiji. He stared into them, trying to subdue the form that they belonged to. He found himself overcome by power of something that he couldn't quite place. It felt like fear, but he couldn't be sure. "Who are you?"
"The question is not who, but why." A voice breathed in his ear. "Why are you here, Warrior of Light?"
"Why did you bring me back here?" Seiji replied calmly.
"I should be the one asking the questions. You entered without permission." He felt a warm, soft hand caress his cheek. "I could kill you."
He swallowed, determined not to show his fear to whatever being was in front of him. "Then why don't you?"
"I don't have a reason...yet." The voice chuckled lightly. "Would you like to give me a reason, Child of Light?"
"No!" Seiji backed away, tripping over himself and falling. "Why have you brought me here?!"
"I brought you nowhere! You showed up, ready for your fate!" The voice hissed at him. "Stand and fight!"
"What are you?!"
The sound of a match seemed a million times louder than before. A candlewick sparked, and a soft light filled the complete blackness. "Not what, who. Wasn't that your first question?"
Seiji gasped as he found himself face to face with the voice of his nightmares. "You..."
"Yes, me." The girl smirked. "Who were you expecting, Anubisu?"
"No. But I was not expecting you!" He looked frantically for a way out. "Wench, where do you keep us?!"
"I have hungered for company. You are the first in centuries." She avoided his question casually. "And I think you can answer that question yourself. This is, after all, your nightmare."
"Nightmare?" He looked at her, confused. "Wait, how is this a nightmare? Wench! What game are you playing?"
"I play no games." She turned her face from him sharply. The shadows flickered across her profile, covering her alabaster skin. "I have never played with you, Seiji. You came to me."
Seiji dropped to his knees, moaning. "What are you?"
"Whatever you make me." She sat on a stool and looked at him curiously. He looked at her, fear startlingly present in his violet eyes. She stood up and brushed his bangs away from his eyes, staring into them. He tried to look away, but something about them drew him back. Black as night, with a spark of ice flitting in and around her iris, her eyes both haunted and killed him. She kneeled to his level and lowered her head slightly. Her black hair fell around her face, over her shoulders. A soft breeze blew from nowhere, and the loose strands brushed his face. He broke from her, almost choking for air.
"What are you doing to me?"
"Letting you die." She stood and turned. "When this candle goes out, your heart stops beating. I will find a new victim."
"Victim?"
"Let us see...Touma. Yes, he will do nicely." She nodded, marking off something on parchment with a crimson quill.
"NO!" Seiji fell to the floor, crying in angst. "Leave him alone!"
"Oh, you don't want me to get Touma?" She laughed cruelly. "You want to save him?"
"I'll do anything you tell me, Lady Death!"
"But I am not Lady Death."
"But you may as well be for all you have caused, Demon!"
"Ding ding." She smirked. "You are correct. I am your demon. You let me grow this way, Seiji. You never paid attention to me when I was young! I could've been an angel! But no...your training was too important, I was merely a part of you that needed to be silenced." She hissed at him. "And now I am more powerful than you would like! Locked up in darkness...I feed on your fear, on the evil building inside you. I can go on to others, Seiji. Would you like to know how many?"
"No...leave me..." Seiji moaned.
"Your mother and father, there's two! Your sister!" The she-demon cackled. "Your brother who went to the Dynasty? Yes, that was I! I can escape you, Seiji! So go ahead, warn the others. It'll be more fun that way...they'll put up more of a fight."
"There's no escape from you, is there?"
"Sorry, Seiji, there isn't. I'll give you a few seconds..." She sat down and waited.
***
"TOUMA!" Seiji screamed, and sat bolt upright in his bed. His best friend ran in.
"Seiji, what's wrong?!" Touma raced in.
"Don't have much time! Demon, inside you, or will be! She'll kill you! Warn the others! And Touma, I-" Seiji was cut off, and he fell back on the bed, eyes glazed over.
"-love you too..." Touma finished and flung himself over his best friend's body.
***
Seiji opened his eyes and looked at the young demon bleakly. "No...please..."
"Nighty-night." She leaned over and blew out the candle. Seiji screamed and fell over. His body disappeared as the she-demon waved her hand. "Touma...here I come..."
The dark, questioning eyes stared back at Seiji. He stared into them, trying to subdue the form that they belonged to. He found himself overcome by power of something that he couldn't quite place. It felt like fear, but he couldn't be sure. "Who are you?"
"The question is not who, but why." A voice breathed in his ear. "Why are you here, Warrior of Light?"
"Why did you bring me back here?" Seiji replied calmly.
"I should be the one asking the questions. You entered without permission." He felt a warm, soft hand caress his cheek. "I could kill you."
He swallowed, determined not to show his fear to whatever being was in front of him. "Then why don't you?"
"I don't have a reason...yet." The voice chuckled lightly. "Would you like to give me a reason, Child of Light?"
"No!" Seiji backed away, tripping over himself and falling. "Why have you brought me here?!"
"I brought you nowhere! You showed up, ready for your fate!" The voice hissed at him. "Stand and fight!"
"What are you?!"
The sound of a match seemed a million times louder than before. A candlewick sparked, and a soft light filled the complete blackness. "Not what, who. Wasn't that your first question?"
Seiji gasped as he found himself face to face with the voice of his nightmares. "You..."
"Yes, me." The girl smirked. "Who were you expecting, Anubisu?"
"No. But I was not expecting you!" He looked frantically for a way out. "Wench, where do you keep us?!"
"I have hungered for company. You are the first in centuries." She avoided his question casually. "And I think you can answer that question yourself. This is, after all, your nightmare."
"Nightmare?" He looked at her, confused. "Wait, how is this a nightmare? Wench! What game are you playing?"
"I play no games." She turned her face from him sharply. The shadows flickered across her profile, covering her alabaster skin. "I have never played with you, Seiji. You came to me."
Seiji dropped to his knees, moaning. "What are you?"
"Whatever you make me." She sat on a stool and looked at him curiously. He looked at her, fear startlingly present in his violet eyes. She stood up and brushed his bangs away from his eyes, staring into them. He tried to look away, but something about them drew him back. Black as night, with a spark of ice flitting in and around her iris, her eyes both haunted and killed him. She kneeled to his level and lowered her head slightly. Her black hair fell around her face, over her shoulders. A soft breeze blew from nowhere, and the loose strands brushed his face. He broke from her, almost choking for air.
"What are you doing to me?"
"Letting you die." She stood and turned. "When this candle goes out, your heart stops beating. I will find a new victim."
"Victim?"
"Let us see...Touma. Yes, he will do nicely." She nodded, marking off something on parchment with a crimson quill.
"NO!" Seiji fell to the floor, crying in angst. "Leave him alone!"
"Oh, you don't want me to get Touma?" She laughed cruelly. "You want to save him?"
"I'll do anything you tell me, Lady Death!"
"But I am not Lady Death."
"But you may as well be for all you have caused, Demon!"
"Ding ding." She smirked. "You are correct. I am your demon. You let me grow this way, Seiji. You never paid attention to me when I was young! I could've been an angel! But no...your training was too important, I was merely a part of you that needed to be silenced." She hissed at him. "And now I am more powerful than you would like! Locked up in darkness...I feed on your fear, on the evil building inside you. I can go on to others, Seiji. Would you like to know how many?"
"No...leave me..." Seiji moaned.
"Your mother and father, there's two! Your sister!" The she-demon cackled. "Your brother who went to the Dynasty? Yes, that was I! I can escape you, Seiji! So go ahead, warn the others. It'll be more fun that way...they'll put up more of a fight."
"There's no escape from you, is there?"
"Sorry, Seiji, there isn't. I'll give you a few seconds..." She sat down and waited.
***
"TOUMA!" Seiji screamed, and sat bolt upright in his bed. His best friend ran in.
"Seiji, what's wrong?!" Touma raced in.
"Don't have much time! Demon, inside you, or will be! She'll kill you! Warn the others! And Touma, I-" Seiji was cut off, and he fell back on the bed, eyes glazed over.
"-love you too..." Touma finished and flung himself over his best friend's body.
***
Seiji opened his eyes and looked at the young demon bleakly. "No...please..."
"Nighty-night." She leaned over and blew out the candle. Seiji screamed and fell over. His body disappeared as the she-demon waved her hand. "Touma...here I come..."