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Dan's *POV*
"You're a fucking idiot, Daniel!" Will shouts at me.
"Shu'up, faggot..." I scoff, rolling my eyes, as I turn my back to him. I feel and hand on my shoulder following with a squeeze.
"Now you listen, and you listen good," Will's voice is stern, but I have truly had the last of him. I can feel the skin on my knuckles reaching its limit as it stretches out while my fists get tighter, "I fully understand that you may be the good old 'God Of The Underworld', 'the dreadful Satan', 'the gruesome Lucifer', but seriously?" He voice slightly cracks, "You protect the nicest girl in town! Come on Danie-"
"IT'S JUST DAN!" I spat, spinning in the back if my heels, and hitting his hand out of the way, "EXCUSE MY LANGUAGE, BUT GOD OL' MIGHTY AM I FED UP WITH YOU 'WILLIAM'!" I form air quotes with my fingers in the air as I say his full first name, "YOU NEED TO JUST STUFF A FUCKING COCK IN IT! LEAVE. ME. THE. FUCK. A-L-O-N-E. ALONE!" I clench my fists again, furious. Will stands there with an emotionless expression, his bright gold eyes glaring into my blood red ones.
"Get out of my sight, you foul mutt." Will spits, shaking his head. I watch him turn and walk away down the dark red and black collumed halls of our mansion. We share this place with two others: Kyle and Chris, also known as Woody.
We are not all devils and demons, if that is what you are thinking. No. Not at all. Will is a wolf...or a werewolf...whatever you prefer, Kyle is a bakhtak, and Woody is a berserker. You all know what or who I am so I don't think there is a need for an introduction.
I walk back down the hall in the opposite direction that Will went, only to run into Kyle, "Hey, Dan!" I roll my eyes at his continuous excitement.
"What the hell do you want, Kyle?" I groan. I my mind, trust me, I have already shot myself five times. Kyle bounces up and down on his toes as he hums.
"Um, well...I was wandering-"
"YOU WERE WONDERING WHAT, KYLE? SPIT IT OUT!"
"Why do you like a mortal?"
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Elliot's *POV*
I don't know how I am going to explain this! It all happened so fast, and I have been sitting here for hours, letting it rot, trying to come up with a plan.
Suddenly, there's a knock on the door, making me jump. My eyes wander quickly to Ian's lifeless body, watching it slowly decay. The knock comes again, forcing me out of my state.
"D-Don't come in!" I shout, panicked. I feel a slight breeze behind me.
"No need to clean it up." A deep british accent comes from behind. Chills run up my spin as images run through my head of the creature I had seen kill Ian right before my eyes.
"Wh-Who are you...?" I quietly stutter.
"Why don't you turn around and see for yourself, idiot." A small sigh escapes my lips and I slowly shift myself on the bed to face figure standing behind my. Next thing I know, in a puff of smoke, a face is only inches away from mine, it's piercing red eyes, burning into mine.
"Who. Are. You." I repeat slower, speaking to the creature as if it were a wounded animal or a small child. The creature smirks and scoots back from me, slightly, but still to close for my liking.
"Well," He chuckles, "I am the Devil, my dear. But no need to give me an introducing, 'cuz I already know ya." I stand up quickly, taking small steps back to try and get the furthest I can from The Devil.
"What the hell do you want with me?" I ask him. He cocks his head to the side, rubbing his hands together.
"What do I want?" I echos back, gesturing to himself, "I want you, my dear Elliot." He then points to me. I swallow hard at his words, but I know this isn't real. This is just another one of my nightmares. It cannot be real. I shake me head at him, only to get laughed at, "Foolish girl." He whispers, gripping onto my hands tightly, his sharp nails sinking into my sweaty palms.
"N-No." I gulp.
"Why yes." He hiss, meeting his lips with mine.
I sit up in the dark, beads of sweat running down my forhead. I look around the room, the sun shing through my window. My eyes dart to the corner of the room with The Devil had murdered Ian. No dead body. No rotten smell.
A loud sigh escapes my lips. Thank god. It was only just a dream.
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Dan's *POV*
I sit alone on the curb in front of El's house. No, it was not a dream, well at least not the killing Ian part. Everything else was. Controlling dreams are hard to do, it tires you out. The sound of a door fills my ears. I quickly transform myself as human as I can, my red eyes fade blue, the tattoos all over my body fading, my nails and teeth become humain.
Elliot walks through the door, not even noticing me, "Uhm. Excuse me, miss!" I shout, waving a hand in the air to her. She stops in her tracks, eyes wide. God damnit. I shake it off and trot over to her, "Can you please lead me to the mall? I am hopelessly lost." I chuckle, rolling my eyes.
"Uh, ya sure. I am heading there now actually. You can walk with me if you would like." She says with a bright smile.
"Why, thank you, miss...."
"Elliot. I'm Elliot Water." She holds out a hand for me.
"Dan Smith." My hand meets hers, shaking it lightly.
"Nice to meet you, Dan."
"You too, Elliot."
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oh god...this is terrible. I completly murdered this! I am so, so sorry guys. :( I feel terrible.
Word bank:
•Bakhtak: a creepy being of Persian folklore that sits on your chest while you’re sleeping. No one is quite sure why the Bakhtak takes such glee in filling you with bad dreams or causing near-suffocation and sleep paralysis.
•Berserker: were Norse warriors who are primarily reported in the Old Norse literature to have fought in a nearly uncontrollable, trance-like fury, a characteristic which later gave rise to the English word berserk. Berserkers are attested to in numerous Old Norse sources. Most historians believe that berserkers worked themselves into a rage before battle, but some think that they might have consumed drugged foods.