Part 9
He leaned against the headboard, the red velvet sheets pooling around his lower body as he stared at the demon before him. She was beautiful, the First Evil crammed into the petite body of Jenny Calendar and he had conquered it. He had made it desire him. Smiling he rose from the bed and slipped on a pair of sweatpants, enjoying the way they swished as he moved around the dank apartment.
"She saw us," her voice came from the folds of the covers. Turning he watched her rise, discarding the blanket as she leaned against the pillows, her large brown eyes following his movements as he leaned against the wall.
"Impossible," he sneered, "There's no way she could've seen us. The bitch has no idea of what's going on."
The First snorted, "She's aided."
"Look," he snarled, marching over to the bed before hauling her naked body out of it roughly, "You've been a great lay and all … really I mean it. But - I don't see our relationship furthering so why don't you leave before I make you."
She laughed. A rich baritone that darkened the corners of the room and sent shivers down his spine. Her eyes darkened from brown to black as she pushed him against the wall, pinning him there. Her small hand pressing his throat in, her voice becoming masculine and demonic all at once, "Fool. You think you own me?" With a disgusted laugh she hurled him to the other side of the apartment, not even flinching as his body cracked against the hard stonewall, "I am the First. Demons cower before me … and you … half breed - think you can own me?" She walked over to his inert form, sitting on top of him she banged his head into the ground, laughing as he winced, " I. Own. You."
She sat back, letting him rise; his face contorted, "Now. I believe the issue is, what can you do for me?"
***
He stared up at the ceiling, tracing the cracks and textures of the plaster and paint, trying desperately not to think about the petite blonde that lay only a room away from him. Turning over uncomfortably, he closed his eyes, struggling to sleep on the small couch that smelled of her … and him. In fact, if he focused enough he could catch his faint scent all around the apartment. Shutting his eyes he fought to ignore the images that flashed through his mind. Her and him … together as they whispered tender words of love to each other. Words that she and him had also once whispered to each other. Growling slightly he shifted again, staring back up at the ceiling.
"Couldn't sleep," her voice broke through the silence as she bit her lower lip, staring at his deceptively inert form.
He turned to look at her, his eyes darkening as he took in her rumpled hair and thin robe, "No, pet. What about you? Catch a case of insomnia?"
She walked towards him, sitting down on the remaining space of the couch, "Yea well. I've had trouble sleeping for a while now … say oh … three years."
"Oh," he looked away, "Me too."
She sighed, entwining her fingers with his as his eyes shot up to hers, "We need to talk."
He nodded, "Yea, pet. We do."
He leaned against the headboard, the red velvet sheets pooling around his lower body as he stared at the demon before him. She was beautiful, the First Evil crammed into the petite body of Jenny Calendar and he had conquered it. He had made it desire him. Smiling he rose from the bed and slipped on a pair of sweatpants, enjoying the way they swished as he moved around the dank apartment.
"She saw us," her voice came from the folds of the covers. Turning he watched her rise, discarding the blanket as she leaned against the pillows, her large brown eyes following his movements as he leaned against the wall.
"Impossible," he sneered, "There's no way she could've seen us. The bitch has no idea of what's going on."
The First snorted, "She's aided."
"Look," he snarled, marching over to the bed before hauling her naked body out of it roughly, "You've been a great lay and all … really I mean it. But - I don't see our relationship furthering so why don't you leave before I make you."
She laughed. A rich baritone that darkened the corners of the room and sent shivers down his spine. Her eyes darkened from brown to black as she pushed him against the wall, pinning him there. Her small hand pressing his throat in, her voice becoming masculine and demonic all at once, "Fool. You think you own me?" With a disgusted laugh she hurled him to the other side of the apartment, not even flinching as his body cracked against the hard stonewall, "I am the First. Demons cower before me … and you … half breed - think you can own me?" She walked over to his inert form, sitting on top of him she banged his head into the ground, laughing as he winced, " I. Own. You."
She sat back, letting him rise; his face contorted, "Now. I believe the issue is, what can you do for me?"
***
He stared up at the ceiling, tracing the cracks and textures of the plaster and paint, trying desperately not to think about the petite blonde that lay only a room away from him. Turning over uncomfortably, he closed his eyes, struggling to sleep on the small couch that smelled of her … and him. In fact, if he focused enough he could catch his faint scent all around the apartment. Shutting his eyes he fought to ignore the images that flashed through his mind. Her and him … together as they whispered tender words of love to each other. Words that she and him had also once whispered to each other. Growling slightly he shifted again, staring back up at the ceiling.
"Couldn't sleep," her voice broke through the silence as she bit her lower lip, staring at his deceptively inert form.
He turned to look at her, his eyes darkening as he took in her rumpled hair and thin robe, "No, pet. What about you? Catch a case of insomnia?"
She walked towards him, sitting down on the remaining space of the couch, "Yea well. I've had trouble sleeping for a while now … say oh … three years."
"Oh," he looked away, "Me too."
She sighed, entwining her fingers with his as his eyes shot up to hers, "We need to talk."
He nodded, "Yea, pet. We do."
