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The advantages of the night shift were: There were hardly any customers around at this hour who were eager for caffeine, and you could clean the café in peace. Plus, no one caught you discreetly taking the leftover and unsold pastries (the muffins and cookies would be the reason you'd get diabetes one day, but it was so worth it).
The downsides of the late shift were: It was pitch black when you headed home in the winter. You lived outside of the city center because the rent was more affordable, but that made the walk home all the longer and more perilous.
Luckily, it was Halloween that night, and the city was busier than it had been in a long time. People in costumes and covered in tons of makeup ran around laughing in search of the nearest bar where they could get drunk.
You wanted to stay away from it all. The 10-hour shift had drained you and left you exhausted and tired: All you wanted was a cup of tea and your cozy, warm bed.
The headphones in your ears blocked out all background noise.
When you finally arrived at your address after the thirty-minute bus ride, you could hardly stand on your feet from exhaustion. You lived on the tenth floor of the run-down high-rise building, which is why you took the elevator.
An odyssey.
Every damn day on this earth, every damn day in your life was an odyssey.
The green-tinted face of your roommate opened the door.
"Hey!" she shouted so loudly that you instinctively flinched. Her enthusiasm was misplaced; you weren't in the mood to party. In her hand she held a beer can. "Man, what's that look on your face? Did someone die?”
"Hi, Frankenstein." You walked past her into the kitchen. "Cool costume."
It was true: Your roommate, Sasha Braus, had put together a pretty cool costume. "I'm not Frankenstein, I'm Frankenstein's monster. Big difference!”
"Have you even read the book?"
"Nope."
"Aren't you a literature major?"
"I'm thinking about switching.”
You hummed in response, popping yesterday’s lasagna into the microwave. The kitchen was crowded: Jean and Connie had made themselves comfortable on the kitchen chairs, and Annie and Mikasa were outside on the balcony smoking.
"Are you coming to the party?" Jean asked.
You gave him a tired smile. He knew you would decline, and yet was kind enough to offer. "Thanks," you replied, "but I'm dog tired and just want to go to bed. But you guys have fun." You pulled out the bag of cupcakes from your bag and turned to Sasha. "Would you like some?"
"I love you," was Sasha's reply before she snatched the bag out of your hand and devoured two of the three muffins.
No doubt she'd walk into the bathroom around three or four in the morning drunk as a skunk and puke her guts out. But hey: college parties. That's just the way they were.
Mikasa, dressed plainly in black and wearing cat ears with whiskers painted on her face, walked in, and when she saw you, she said, "Hey. Just so you know, I tried to talk them out of it."
"Shhhh!" Connie, Sasha, and Jean shouted at the same time.
You glanced around skeptically. "Okay. What have you guys been up to?"
"Nothing at all," Sasha answered, at the exact moment that Annie said, "They summoned a demon."
"No!" Connie interjected. "We tried to summon a demon, but it didn't work."
"Who would have thought," Mikasa said dryly.
"I swear to you, man, it got at least ten degrees colder in the room when we were reciting the incantation," Jean said.
"I felt a presence watching us," Sasha agreed, nodding eagerly.
"You’re all crazy,” Mikasa said, and you couldn't help but agree with her.
You shrugged and took your lasagna out of the microwave. "As long as the ghosts let me sleep in peace tonight, they're welcome," you said with nonchalance.
"A little more superstition would do you good - after all, ghosts and demons really do exist."
"Thanks, Connie. Have you called CNN yet? I'm sure they'd be thrilled to hear about your scientific breakthrough."
Connie rolled his eyes. You just couldn't take him seriously in his Pennywise costume.
"I've had enough of ghosts and demons," Annie said, who was the only one in the group not dressed up. "Let's go."
"Have a good night, dear!" Sasha shouted before the door slammed shut. With those words, they were gone and you had the apartment to yourself.
It was a small student apartment with only two small rooms, a bathroom and a kitchen that you used as a "common room". You yourself were not a student, unlike Sasha, but your salary was so measly that you couldn't afford a more spacious apartment.
You quickly fell asleep that evening.
In the middle of the night, you were awakened by a strange noise. You blinked your eyes open in confusion and turned on your bedside lamp. No one was in the room. Had you imagined the sound?
Probably just a stupid dream, you thought, and were about to turn off the light when the sound of a low, male voice made you jump.
"Are you really going to sleep while I'm here?"
You were too startled to scream.
At the foot of the bed was a creature that was definitely not human.
"Holy crap," you whispered. You were frozen in shock, unable to move. In front of you, on your bed, was a....
"You're not exactly the brightest, are you?" The creature rolled its eyes.
The first thing you noticed were the black, bony wings sticking up - then the black horns on his forehead, and the sharp teeth when he opened his mouth. The only thing human about him were his eyes - green, with yellow speckles.
You took a deep breath, closed your eyes, and counted to five in your mind. When you opened your eyes again, the creature was still at the end of the bed, staring at you with an expression that almost bordered on boredom.
"I had expected more," he said.
"What did you expect, please? A welcome party? For me to fall into your arms? I can't believe my roommate actually summoned a demon. Why are you only showing up now?"
"Because it was just starting to get interesting." A dirty grin spread across his face.
You frowned. "Excuse me?"
"Can't you remember what you were dreaming about until just now?"
You thought hard for a moment, but you had already forgotten the content of your dream.
"Let me help you," the demon said, and before you knew it, he was on top of you. Its claw-like hands gripped your wrists, making it impossible for you to move even the slightest.
"What are you doing?" you shouted indignantly. Up close, the creature looked no less frightening.
He bent down, and his breath brushed your neck. You shuddered involuntarily. "Stop that," you said, but your voice didn't sound as confident as it had a few moments ago.
You bit your lower lip to keep from groaning as you felt his sharp teeth scratch the sensitive skin of your neck.
"Can you remember now?" he asked, and you could clearly hear how amusing he found the whole situation.
"N-no," you said, still confused. You tried to free yourself from his grip once again, but he was too strong.
Those damn demons and their inhumanly strong powers, you thought, annoyed.
But your inner rant was interrupted when you suddenly felt something wet on the back of your neck.
He started sucking on your skin, and - to your own horror - a loud moan that you couldn't hold back escaped you.
"You had a wet dream," the demon whispered with a smirk, but you were too distracted by his tongue to register what he was saying.
You should have pushed him away from you - that's what a normal person would have done in that situation.
But something about this situation made it impossible for you to fight back seriously. Maybe it was the way he watched you with his lust-filled eyes, eager to register every little reaction you showed. Maybe it was his supernatural strength that rendered any attempt to fight him futile in the first place.
Or maybe it was just the fact that you had never made out with anyone before, and these feelings threatened to overwhelm you.
More.
You wanted more, and that was all you could think about right now.
The demon had moved off your neck by now and was looking at you wordlessly.
It took you a moment to realize that he was expecting an answer to an unspoken question.
Your answer consisted of leaning forward and placing your lips on his. An innocent kiss, you would think - but he responded with a deep moan that only excited you more.
Now that he knew you wouldn't resist, he removed his hands from your wrists and let them roam over your body. You tried desperately to press against him, to let friction build.
"Fuck," he cursed, and before you knew it - he was not only superhumanly strong, but also supernaturally fast, it seemed - he had torn apart your shirt.
"Hey!" you gasped with feigned indignation.
"May I?" he asked, ignoring your objection in light of the destroyed garment. He seemed so impatient, so filled with eagerness, that you wondered for a moment if it was his first time too; you didn't know much about demons, but the way he looked at you, and the way he explored your body, was somehow with a certain innocence.
"Can you what?"
His gaze fell on your exposed breasts. You nodded.
The feeling of his tongue licking and sucking on your nipples drove you crazy.
It was better than anything you had read about it so far.
"More," you whimpered, because the desire was almost unbearable. You were wetter than you'd ever been before; he had to touch you, fill you, or you'd go crazy. "Please, I need..."
After what felt like an eternity, he let go of your chest. His eyes were almost black as he looked at you. "Say it."
You averted your gaze bashfully, but he grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. "Say it," he repeated, and you shuddered.
Fuck it. "I need you inside me," you whispered, throwing all self-respect and shame overboard.
A low growl escaped his throat, and his hand moved from your chest toward your waistband.
You had felt something hard pressing against your damp center all along, but your underwear and pajamas were in the way; he himself was topless, but wearing slacks.
What had seemed like a monster to you earlier became more and more humanized in your eyes.
A loud bang made you both jump and flinch.
Startled, you straightened up, and the demon instantly backed away from you.
"That darn witch," he hissed, and -
He was gone.
You heard a crash in the hallway and jumped out of bed. Hastily, you pulled on a shirt before opening the door to the hallway.
Sasha was sitting on the floor, apparently drunk off her ass. She was munching on a cheeseburger she had gotten from McDonald's. "Heeeeeeeeeey," she said when she noticed you. "How's my favorite roommate?"
You stared at her for a few seconds. Then you said, "In your room. Now." You grabbed her by the arm, and she was too drunk to protest. You had to half-carry her, but somehow you managed to place her on her bed.
You were in a real hurry to get back to your room, and were just about to open the door when -
She emptied the contents of her stomach on the floor.
Awesome.
It took you almost ten minutes to convince her to wash up - meanwhile you were busy cleaning the floor. Then, you spent almost an hour sitting next to her while she threw up over the toilet several times and blabbering on and on about what had happened tonight at the party.
When she had finally thrown up enough alcohol, brushed her teeth and gone to bed, it was five in the morning. You were too awake and too upset to lie down again.
So you went to the kitchen and made yourself some coffee. In two hours you would have to go to work anyway.
You massaged your temples and perked your ears to hear if he would show up again.
But he had disappeared. The only thing that remained, bearing witness to his existence, was the torn shirt lying on the floor in your room.
You were sure you hadn't imagined the whole thing.
He would come back. You knew that.