Now, most normal people would do one of three things at this point in time:

A, Scream bloody murder and try and run away.

B, Back up even more against the wall while squeaking.

Or, C, Faint.

But, you guys know me well enough by now, and you know I'm obviously NOT normal. So, what would someone who is not normal and named Emilee and is me do at this time?

"Hello random hot guy hanging in front of me? What brings you to my room of awesome?" Floats out of my mouth.

THUD

Apparently, that shocked him and made him lose concentration. So now he's lying on me. 'For a demon, he sure is heavy.'

"Hey! I'm not that bad!" I look down to my torso, where his glaring eyes are.

"Can you read my mind?" I question, impressed slightly.

"No, my guessing was just really good." His eyes roll.

I smirk. 'Let's find out the level of annoyance demons have patience for, shall we?'

"Cat? I'm a kitty cat. And I dance dance dance, and I dance dance dance." I sing with an English accent.

He growls and puts his hands over my mouth.

Now what?

Hnn? Hn-m-nn-nn. Nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah nah.

More growling.

I stop and silence falls. He moves slightly on top of me to get more comfortable.

'Cat? I'm a kitty cat. And I dan-'

"UGHHHH!" he yells. In one swift movement, I become held against the wall by my throat, slowly but surely choking to death. I notice his eyes are now reddish purple and glowing. My own eyes, however, are slowly closing as my body strives for air. My arm reaches up and catches his bicep.

He jumps as if my touch had shocked him. His eyes snap back to their electric blue, indicating he's calmed.

Then those same eyes widen in realization.

His mouth drops open slightly, and his grip loosens immediately, dropping me to the ground. Or, at least, what would've been the ground if he hadn't caught me.

He pulls me into an embrace, whispering apologies into my ear as I gasp well-needed air. Thick liquid runs down my neck before disappearing into my hoodie.

"Are…. Are you CRYING?" I whisper-ask. He stops with his murmured apologies and tightens his hold slightly.

"Yes… I am." His chest vibrates, something I can feel on my head.

I pull away to look down, and see that some of my neck is covered in dark red dye. Confused, I look back up at him.

His eyes are puffy and swollen, not to mention bloodshot. He is still sniffling a bit. He looks almost the exact opposite of what he looked like a few minutes ago.

But that isn't what makes me gasp and stumble, what makes him start crying harder and look down. It also isn't what makes me say the words, "Answers… NOW."

No, what makes all that happen is the realization that it ISN'T dye on me…

It's the fact that this guy, no, DEMON in front of me is crying blood.