Caught Not Sleeping
~Chapter 9~
The soft night air blew throughout the forest. A male stood in front of Habit's house, a black and blue rose in hand, along with a letter in a red envelope. He seemed nervous as he reached for the door and knocked lightly. He yelped in surprise when a knife was thrown at the door. He stood there, admiring the sharp blade that had pierced the wood. Knowing it was probably a bad idea to stick around, he gently placed the rose and letter on the ground, and quickly ran away. Though, as he ran, the door was flung open, an angry Habit standing there, machete in hand.
"Motherfucker!" he shouted, gritting his teeth. Jennifer just giggled, grabbing the rose and letter from the ground once she saw the door was open.
"Don't get so angry, Habit~!" she spoke, opening the envelope and taking out the folded up lavender paper. The demon just slammed the door shut, retrieving his knife. "I've been here for about three days now, and I know my surroundings! You don't have to worry! I know every secret hiding spot here!"
"I don't care!" he snapped, glaring at her. "You're still in danger, dammit! I'm just trying to make sure you're safe!"
The girl just giggled a bit more, waving him off. He looked over her shoulder, growling as he also read the note.
"It's nothing too bad!" she told him, patting his back. "Just someone sending me a letter!"
"And a rose!" he hissed. Once more, she waved him off as she gently grabbed the beautiful rose. "I'll find this fucker and kill him if I have to!"
"Aw. Someone sounds jealous~!" She smiled, pinching his cheek, earning a shove from him.
"I am not jealous!" he barked, his hands curling into tight fists. "I just don't like people talking to you. Especially with the situation we're in!"
"Jealous!" She squeaked when Habit took a few steps forward, almost in a deathly way. She ran upstairs, taking the letter and rose with her. Habit just stayed in the kitchen, leaning against the counter.
"I'm not jealous," he huffed quietly to himself, glaring out the window. He sighed, playing with one of his knives. The thought of Jennifer actually being in a relationship did piss him off to no end. But it also infuriated him, since he knew this person could harm her not mentally, but psychically. And the thought of the girl getting hurt was something he made sure would never happen.
Hours passed, and the clock struck midnight. The two were in the living room, watching some horror movie. Habit sat on the couch, while Jennifer leaned against it on floor.
"So, sweetheart," the demon spoke, catching her attention. "I have bad news. I'll have to leave tomorrow night, and I'm not sure when I'll be back."
"What?! No!" The girl seemed to sad to hear he was leaving. "You have to give me a time! Habit, I can't be alone here for so long! What if someone finds me?"
"You won't be alone," he assured her, his eyes filling with slight hate. "I'm leaving this body, so you'll have Vincent back."
"Okay... but do I still have to stay here?" she asked. Habit sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"Well... no," he confessed, watching her grow even more depressed. "Actually, you'll have to stay at Sam's house with Vincent. I know your friend won't like it here."
"But... Habit!"
"No! I have to leave tomorrow, okay? You'll be fine alone!" he promised. She nodded, knowing she wouldn't win. For the rest of the night, Jennifer spent it with the demon, occasionally getting into small tussles with him.
.-'XXX'-.
Habit sat at the edge of his bed. He fiddled with his knife, playing with the blade. He could hear the quiet voices speak to him. They spoke in tongue, but he understood. They told him to hurry back to Hell. They told him that he was needed for another assignment, and that it took place in another world.
"Give me until midnight!" he snarled, making Jennifer jump slightly as she opened his door.
"Um... did I come at a bad time?" she asked quietly. Habit just chuckled.
"Not at all, sweetheart!" he replied, patting the space beside him. "Come on in!"
The girl slowly made her way over, sitting by the soul. He wrapped an arm around her neck, pulling her close.
"You'll be okay," he told her, smiling as she nodded. "Vincent will protect you, I'll give you some of my knives, you know how to hide. You'll be fine! I promised!"
"I know. Thanks for everything, Habit!" She gave him a small smile of her own. He just laughed as he heard her words.
"You're making it sound like this is a last goodbye!" he chuckled, messing with her hair, making her grunt in discomfort.
"Well, you said you were leaving for a while!" she reminded him. He shrugged, giving her a tight hug.
"I won't be gone forever! I'll pop back in here and there! I promise!" He stood up, pulling her up along with him. "C'mon! Let's go get some breakfast! We can spend the day either walking around or watching some TV~!"