The Night With a Demon

Over the next few days, my life went up and up and never came down. My parents stopped fighting, I made more friends, did better in school. My life was perfect. But I still dreamed of and longed for Joshua. His lips, hands. His scent. Everything about him made me want him more and more. So while I felt so happy in my life, I still felt a little empty inside. But I had no choice but to carry on. Then, HE came.



It was a Friday. I was sitting in my English class. And despite my new found friends, I still liked sitting alone. I could focus and work better. Then the door opened and our vice principal came in with a boy walking behind him. This boy…wow.



Dark black (darker than Joshua’s, the total absence of colour) spiky hair. Pale skin. Clean shaven face. He wore a black “Breaking Benjamin” Shirt. Black jeans with a chain on them and combat boots. He carried a black bag over his shoulder. But it was his eyes that was what caught me. They were red. Red as blood. Piercing. He was tall. He looked taller than my dad (an even 6 ft.). Maybe taller than or just as tall as Joshua. He had broad shoulders, and what i could see looked toned and muscular and firm. He was beautiful. Much like Joshua had been but…darker.



The vice principal said a few words to my teacher. Then gave this boy a stern look and left. The teacher paused a moment and we all waited with baited breath. Finally, she spoke.



“Uhm. Well class, we have a new student. This is Brian. Take a seat anywhere. There’s a few open desks back by Lucy.” my face went as red as his eyes. He looked at me with those blood-red eyes and I went even redder. My toes curled inside my converse and that same warmth settle between my legs. Brian looked at my teacher said



“Sure, she doesn’t look like she bites…much” Then winked at me and started walking down the row and took the desk…right. Next. To. Mine. I couldn’t handle it. The teacher handed him his English book, took down the number and have him the assignment.



We all resumed our work. I could whispers of “OMG…he’s hot” or “OMG…he’s a freak” The teacher and I were the only ones who were silent. She was grading and as for me, I just felt flustered. I tried to focus on my work. But I caught out of the corner of my eye, Brian closing his book shut. He leaned back.



“Finished.” He said.



“Now, let me check out the action around here.” He then propped himself on his elbow and stared directly at me. And no one else. Just me. I swallowed the lump in my throat. He leaned over and said to me



“Hey there, sweet stuff” Adrenaline flooded my veins and I squeaked out



“…hi”



He laughed.



“Well, aren’t you’re adorable. Tell me, you doin anything after school?” God, I wish I could say “yes” but I had no rehearsal that day. So I replied,



“Uhm…no. W…why?”



“Hmm, well I figured we could get better….acquainted.” I swallowed again.



“Uh…ah…ok. Just let me text my mom.” I sent my mom a text saying I was hanging out with a few friends after school. She simply told me to be home by 3 AM. She was much more lenient about Fridays/weekends. Yes, I lied. I don’t know why I did but something about this boy made me. He leaned back in his seat. But he still kept his eyes on me. Finally, the bell rang. I gathered my stuff and tried to rush out but he was right on my trail. As I soon discovered, we had all the same classes, the same lunch. Even lockers next to each other. When I finally spoke and questioned him as to where Miranda (my former locker mate) was he simply shrugged, flashed me a smirk and said



“I persuaded her. So where would the lovely lady like to become acquainted.” I stuttered out my words.



“I…I don’t know.” He thought for a moment then offered



“My place?”



“…sure” he took my hand (that warmth returned again) and led me down the halls to the parking lot. He ignored every stare of any student who watched as the new boy led the “theatre geek girl”, holding her hand. Some whispered. A few girls stared jealously. I even saw a few boys look sad to see me on the hand of another man. Finally he led me out to the parking light where a BEAUTIFUL (not to mention vintage) 1965 Chevy Impala waiting. It was perfect. He held the door open and like a gentleman offered



“Your chariot awaits m’lady”



I sat down and inhaled the scent of bourbon, whiskey, and cigarette smoke.