(hellos, long time writing, been bouncing back and forth between websites, some may know me from adultfanfiction as mudslovesstu. people been emailing me bout restarting this story up again, and I've been meaning too, so its back will continue. this story is all mine, any characters that deem similar to real characters, this is all fiction~ ^^ please enjoy 3

Demons on high
Chapter 1

A young man walked down the street in the centre of New York City, the big apple. Where the skyscrapers reach up to the heavens and beyond. The only thought on this guys mind was not the amazing sights or the tall buildings, but the salvation of getting his sweaty stinky sneakers off, and the newest accomplished verse to his awaited unfinished song. With a sigh he stops for just a moment to readjusted his Guitar case strap on his shoulder, he looked up at the building before him. The apartment building had seen better days, but still in good shape. Upon reaching the main stairs, he turns his attention to the complex's land lady.

"Good afternoon Jones" elderly Ms. Anderson greets the young man with a heart warming smile; it was of course returned fully with a wave and ear to ear grin.

Yup that's me, Jones…uh that's it. Ever since I was young I asked everyone I know to refer me as Jones. Now days, it was like it's been my real name in this whole time.

With a familiar ding of the elevator signaled it had arrived Jones snaps out of his little mind wandering, quickly looking around knowing he must have looked quite silly while he was in a daze. Shaking his head along with the shaggy blonde mess he called hair he stepped inside. Adjusting his case a final time he pressed the button on the elevator panel for the top floor. The music of an elevator is suppose to be the most annoying sound a person can withstand, but Jones was different because for some reason Jones found it surprisingly soothing, you could say comforting. Sometimes he catches himself humming along with the voiceless tune, and at rare times he even makes up words, give him enough time he would make up a song. But all good things come to an end, 'cause with another ding Jones' ride to the top floor had ended, for today at least. With smile that can only be described as of pure joy, Jones exited the elevator. With a turn of his heels he head down the hall. I'd have to say the best part of living on the top floor is that there is barely anyone up here. About two or three apartment are occupied, so that leaves me with a whole lot of privacy, Not that I'm a private person, no far from it, I love company. It's just that, with it being my job to come up with lyrics to songs, I like a little peace and quiet.

That said, he just loves his top floor, it's big enough for friends to visit, the band to come over to practice, instruments and all. Except when you count the drum set, but that's why it's station in his apartment. I mean could you imagine the struggle every week to bring a whole drum set even just a few blocks; up into the building and everything, I mean it would drive any man a little batty. After another trip to lala land, Jones discovers he's been standing outside his door for some time now, if you'd been daydreaming twice already in one day I believe it's time to call it a night. Grinning sheepishly toward himself he reaching inside his demin short shorts and he fishes out his keys and sighs with relief that he had finally made it home and with that he turns the knob and opens the door. Only to be attacked…

"Meow" the attacker whined. "Heheheheeh…alright Crocro, I know, I know you're happy to see me, I'm happy to see you too." said attacker was only Jones most faithful fan and pet, Crocro. This furry bundle of joy and endless entertainment may just look like any other orange tabby cat, but to Jones he's the Guitarist truest and very first friend.

He could remember that day they met as clear as crystal. It was back in the day, when Jones first came to city. He didn't know anyone, and when he tried to make a friend or two they just shoved him off, like he was nothing. Jones came here with no money, he had no place to go to, and where was he going to sleep? Wandering the streets at night was unsafe, so out of exhaustion he wormed himself between a dumpster and some garbage bags. Soon enough the totally worn out boy was on the verge of letting sleep take him when he heard something.

"Mew" young Jones leaped at the sound.

"A cat?" he heard the noise again, looking around, trying to find the source of the sound. And on the other side of the garbage infested alley was a tiny orange kitten. Jones heart went out to the small ball of fluff. All he wanted to do was cuddle it, keep it safe. He cautiously proceeded toward the kitty; it could see him approaching but did nothing. The kitten just sat there and stared with the occasional mew, as if to say "come'er" Jones just couldn't believe the sad truth; some lowlife would leave a defenseless kitten alone. Jones could hardly look at the small creature, its big brown eyes, the small fragile body; I mean it couldn't be even a year old, a few weeks at best. A soft touch graced Jones finger tips, looks like he was zoning out again, he was always doing that. But as it would seem he's made a friend, so while was in another world the kitty got fed up and came to him. Jones reached out and began to stroke the little kitten's fur, and as if he pushed some sort of button the kitty immediately started to Purr. The two of them stayed together to whole night. The next morning as Jones got up and ready to go, he said good bye to the kitty and wished it good luck, and was on his way to find somewhere to live. Some time later Jones was walking down the street when he heard a couple talking nearby him. "AW would you look at that, the kitten is following that boy, how cute" "Huh" Jones quickly turned his head and realized what the couple said was true. The same kitten he left this morning was trailing behind him. After a few times to lose him, Jones finally gave up, and said. "Fine if you coming if me, you need a name, how about…hmmm Crocro" The cat mewed in agreement. and they been together ever since.

After the mutual greetings from both housemates. Jones got ready to make dinner for the two of them. A couple of burritos for him and a dish filled with tuna, Crocro's favorite. After supper, the duo settled on their couch to watch Tv and eating his favorite BBQ chips. Hours later Jones and Crocro were far away in dreamland, sawing logs and chasing mice. That is until someone began to snore like a buzz saw. Jones at some point had fallen off the couch and wrapped himself in a blanket cocoon, snoring away like there is no tomorrow. Well Crocro couldn't take it anymore, and to get his revenge he decided a change of position was required. The devious feline stood up, and climbs onto his owner's body; further and sneakier up Crocro crawled until he reached his young owners face.

PLOP Jones wakes with a start, coughing and gagging on cat fur; he just about throws the poor cat off. Good thing cat's always land on their feet. The young man glances around groggy, disoriented and slightly confused. Jones reaches around for the clock, flailing his hand around the floor for the mostly evil device. After a few minutes of searching, he eventually completes the task. Peering at the clock, still not all there mentally he pulls the clock away from his face and then brings it close to his face. He takes another minute or two to decipher the code of neon numbers. Upon that discovery he realizes its 11:00 pm at night, so with some calculations, it dawns on him he's only been asleep for at least 2 to 3 hours. With that info he tries to go back to sleep. Jones takes the blanket and his cat off the floor and sat down on the couch. Minutes tic by, and Jones can feel himself drifting farther and deeper back to dreamland. But off in the distance a bussing like noise tickled his ear. He listened more closely. They're voices. But where were they coming from? They sound like they were coming from next door or something. So in a seer annoyance Jones leaves the comfort of his couch, and heads to far corner of his apartment. With a loud bang of his fist he beats the wall…only to have a thought strike him. His neighbors are out of town for a long vacation. In fact, there's nobody on the floor right now. Everyone he knows is on holiday or something. So what was that noise he heard? Time seems to have taken a pause; Jones slowed his breathing so he could hear properly. All of a sudden the voices stop, all he could hear was his own breathing. He figured it was just the building; it makes sounds every now and again. So with a shrug he thought it of nothing or so he hoped and let it past his mind. Yawning loudly he reseated himself of the couch and turned of the TV, figuring since he was awake he'd watch some late night talk shows and eventually it will put him back to sleep. Once finding the remote with a little expedition, he channel surf flipping through the cable network, watching and waiting for something, heck anything to catch his undivided attention. When he heard a loud THUMP and a…

"Owww…" Jones jumps to his feet, his mind running a mile a minute.

"Ok, that was definitely nothing. I think it came from outside…I'm sure of it" Jones body is shaking with fear. Slowly he turns his head toward the sound. Looking over to the patio, he sees and knows what that noise was…a body. Someone had fallen off the roof and somehow landed smack face onto his patio. A full panic takes over as well as fear. Jones knows he has to do something, he just didn't know what? "I got to see if he's is still alive...as least I think it's a he" So with that in mind, he slowly makes his way over to the patio door, and gets the shock of his life. His eyes widen, his mouth widen to scream. The person on the deck was no ordinary person, it was..

"AHHH…there some thingy with a tail and wings out there…ahhhh!" he yelled in terror. He quickly dashed over to the couch and jumped over it landing on the soft cushions. Crocro was staring at his owner, if cats could glare, now would be the time. Jones didn't even notice the cat's glare; he was currently being horribly terrified hiding under his blanket like a toddler who thought monsters lived under his bed. While repeating over and over again:

"I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming, I'm definitely and completely dreaming" and the terror had now redirected to a extreme panic and shaking like a leaf, maybe even crying if he stayed there any longer. But no, Jones had to take action and most of all to get that THING away from him, his cat and home. So with all the courage he summoned up, he peered around the couch, just in case the creature had left on its own accord. But a las it was still here, just lying there. Taking his blanket, he draped the blanket over his shoulders like a cape, retrieving the poker from the fireplace; he made his way to the creature.

"Creature with wings and a tail or not, I got to make sure if it's dead or alive" Finally made it to the sliding patio door, which was the only thing that stood between him and that half dead…whatever that thing was? But before he knew it, he hand was already on the door handle, and pulling it open like some great force that he couldn't control. With a few more inches of the glass door, he wedges through the gap. The closer he got, the more nerves of his were going off the charts. Jones stopped within a few feet away, and told himself it probably be much safer to use the poker instead, so he reached out and touched the body with the cold metal. It flinched Jones caught interest and jabbed a few more times, but that quickly ceased all together, because the poker was grabbed by the other end by the creature. Jones could do nothing but stare at the pair of deep yellow eyes looking back at him. He wanted to scream, yell, to do something. But those eyes…

"Who are you?" the deep voice shook through Jones entire being. Upon after saying just those three words the creature black out fainted. And without another thought, Jones brought the new houseguest inside.

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