Hi! Latley I had a lot of cheese for supper so I ended up having a wierd dream about the whole demonata cast at a tea party in pizza hut. Then I had an awsome idea to make a Lord Loss/OC fanfic. So here it is.


It was dark, so dark that I could not see the room around me. I felt warm but cold at the same time,' I am dreaming' I fought for a second, but then the idea was bashed away from my head as I drifted deeper into the silken voids of the dream universe. There was no thing but, well, um, no thing at all. I did not know for how long I had been asleep or what time it was. But I had an idea that it was the somewhere in the midst of the night when something woke me up.

I opened my eyes only to see darkness in front of me, I was not that keen on getting up so I gathered my duvet around me and found a more comfortable position on the bed. I was not concerned about any thing; I usually woke up in the middle of the night because of a car driving past our house or some thing that normally disturbed the pace of the night. And what disturbs the night disturbs me; it was one of my many mottos.

As I settled down and started to get warm and snugly I felt some thing soft brush my cheek, 'Oh, I must have left the window open and a moth flew in'. Said the rational part of my brain that I usually listened to. How very wrong I was.

I made a lazy swipe with my arm to get rid of the annoying insect but instead caught a hand, a human hand.

I let go of the hand and felt my whole body went rigid; I stopped breathing and felt myself go white. Someone was in the room with me, I was afraid at first but then my curiosity got the better of me and I reached for my bedside lamp. 'No this can't be real, try again'. I fought to myself and put my head on the pillow again and closed my eyes. As I was slowly drifting off to sleep I heard a noise come from the side of my bed. It was the faintest intake of breath.

This was it, as quickly as I could I grabbed the cable of my lamp and found the switch, without thinking I clicked it on. The warm yellow light flooded the room. It did not seem disturbed in any way, my bookcase rested against the wall right by my desk and my huge wardrobe stood solidly in the corner. Both of my windows were closed, the purple curtains hanging still like a frozen waterfall. This was a bit weird because now I could not explain the 'moth' theory.

Seeing that everything was fine I smiled to myself and snuggled deeper into the warm duvet. After a minute I turned over to turn the lamp off and was greeted wit a terrifying sight.

A monster of pure horror stood at the side of my bed, I tried to scream but no sound came out.

In a second I took in the full picture of the monster: It was tall, more than two arms were folded over its broad chest, fin lips parted into a grin to show sharp grey teeth. It had red skin covered with cuts that seemed to ooze blood. I looked up and saw its intelligent, twinkling crimson eyes fixed on me. 'Hello there Charlotte, how lovely it is to meet you.' It, or rather he purred.

As he spoke I felt my fear vanish for some reason. I didn't know why but the creature in front of me seemed to civilised to hurt me like those monsters in the horror movies I watched with my friends on our countless sleepovers. ' You are the first human I have ever met that got over the fear of me so quickly as you.' He said, his voice was deep with a pang of sadness, as if he just saw his pet kitten get thrown of the Eiffel Tower.

'I don't even think that you are scared of me at all. It was only the shock of seeing me in these unexpected consequences that actually scared you. But if I were you, Charlotte, I would not judge things by the first impression I get from them. You were right about me not having any bad intentions towards you, but next time you might be wrong and this will have a very bad outcome.' As he spoke I realised that I was no longer in my bedroom.

Instead I was lying in a huge four-poster bed under a very dark red canopy, I tried to look around but all I saw was darkness. The warm light was now emerging from another lamp on the bedside table. After looking around and failing to spot any thing in the darkness I realised that the creature was regarding me with a weird longing look. Thinking that he was waiting for me to speak I asked the first question from the top of the whole pile in my head.

'What are you?' I demanded loudly, surprised that I sounded more confident than I actually felt. He looked a little taken back by my outburst but then his face seemed to soften. ' Oh, were are my manners? My name is Lord Loss, I am a demon master and you are in my realm right now. In my bed to be exact.' At the last sentence I jumped out of the bed making sure that I landed on the opposite side of Lord Loss.

When I landed on the strange tiled floor I straightened up to come face to face with the demon master. 'What? how?' I stuttered out totally confused.

'It is my world, everything is in my command.' He said proudly. I smiled as I imagined him telling a toilet to flush. But my fourths were taken away when one of his hands gave me a light nudge. I felt dizzy for a moment and fell back on the bed as my legs gave away under me. I felt completely dazed for a moment but then forced my brain to focus.

As I did so I became aware that my body was in a very awkward position, and that the demon master was laying down right next to me. ' Now Charlotte, is there any other questions you have to ask me? Keep it in mind that we have a very long time.' He said in a hushed voice as he rested his head on his elbow. I did not hesitate and asked the most obvious question that will be my ticket out of this creepy nightmare. ' Is this a dream?' I asked as sweetly as I could knowing that I will wake up at any moment now.

'No my dear, this is reality.' Said the demon master. 'Prove it then' I said simply knowing that the end of this very realistic dream was coming. Without a warning Lord Loss slashed one off his claws against my arm forming a shallow cut. It rely hurt and I cried out in pain, but as I opened my eyes I expected the warm darkness of my bedroom but saw the demon master's sharp toothed grin instead.

' Oh this is so not cool.' I moaned loudly as I tried to stop myself from panicking. 'OMG! I am lying down on a bed with a demon master in the middle of the night in some weird universe or some thin!' I screamed inside my head.

I felt the darkness in the room close around me as the panic started to overwhelm me. ' Oh god.' I whispered to myself as it all sunk in. I was brought back to sanity as I felt comforting warmth touch my hand. I jumped in shock to realise that it was the demon master. ' Don't worry Charlotte o harm will come to you, now is there any thing you want to know? You know that the more you know about some thing the less you panic when you confront it.' He mused in his sad voice. I decided that he was right and asked the first of my many questions.

'So if it is in your nature to make humans suffer why aren't you torturing me?' I asked the demon master. We have been talking for about three hours now and I have learnt a lot about the demonata. Lord Loss had explained to me about their universe, the creatures within it and much more. The thing that interested me the most was that the demon masters could feed of feelings of the human race. Happily (He seemed to like to talk) Lord Loss told me that he fed of the sorrow of the human world.

Now as I asked this question for the first time the demon fell silent. His eyes dropped and he seemed to think for some time. After a moment he said. 'This is a hard question for me to answer. But I promise that I will tell you next time we meet.' I looked up surprised 'Next time? You mean that we will meet again?' I asked, I did not want to admit it but I liked the creature's company. 'Well, yes of course. Now you have to sleep, you are having a surprise test in maths tomorrow and your parents would not be to happy if you got a low mark.' Said Lord Loss grabbing my hand and pulling me up from the bed.

I felt my eyelids going heavy, knowing that it was just the magic I lazily slithered under the covers. Then something hit me. I opened my eyes again and spotted Lord Loss sitting at my bedside regarding me with his weird stare.

I sat up and asked him the last question that night. ' How long have you been stalking me for?' Lord Loss smiled to the humorous question. ' Much shorter than you think' He told me leaning a little bit closer. I knew what was about to come so I half closed my eyes knowing that jumping back and yelling 'Yww boy germs!' would not be a good idea. The few seconds seemed to stretch into an hour as I felt his lips softly touch mine. I shivered to the close contact and kissed him back with a little bit more pressure.

A after we had finished I lay back on the pillows and closed my eyes.

'Goodnight Lord Loss'

'Goodnight Charlotte'


Wow, writing a slash fic is harder than I fourght but I might carry on, or should I? The vote is up to you. Should I meake it more sucy? Should I stop now before I get an angry mob of demonata fans at my door? What does Lord Loss want from Charlotte? Do you want to know who Charlotte actualy is? Is she an old grandma? Is she an evil scentist? Is she Justin Bieber in disguise? Or is she someone else all together? You know what you got to do. (*wisper*REVIEW!*wisper*)