22- The Smiling Demon

The sound of my bathroom door shutting, brings me awake. Thinking nothing of it, I lie back down in the darkness. Probably just Hannah. My eyes widen. I look at my clock on the wall. 5 am. I get up in a sitting position and look at the closed-door Hannah's behind.

Hannah sleeping in my bed is almost a habit now whenever I am not here, I have come to the conclusion that her bedroom is haunted. The girl is so tiny that I hadn't known she was in it when I came home last night or I would have slept on the couch…or something.

Suddenly the door opens and she peeps out. I drop back down to pretend I am asleep, to save her the embarrassment. Yes, we demons are faster than humans. While her head was beginning to stick out, I was already flat out.

She hesitates as she looks at me but her silent bare feet, come up to the bed and she watches me. Then she leans over me and hits me across my arm.

"Ouch," I whisper sitting up, although it did not hurt.

"I can see you watching me," the pink pyjama-wearing Hannah, states. Her exposed legs from her short-pants bottom captures my attention for Hannah has legs that were made for heels, I note.

Crap. My demon eyes. While it is indeed dark and she can't see, my eyes were a dead giveaway as they shine the icy-blue

"Pretty scary by the way. They glow like white- neon, I have seen too many horror movies, don't look at me," she ends, raising her voice up a notch.

"Sorry," I mutter and close my eyes. I hear the light switch and I reopen them.

"What are you doing here?" she has the audacity to ask.

"Uh- it's my room." What the hell?

"Well, I assumed you would go to a hotel?" she folds her arms giving me a crossed look and it makes me smile.

Ah, she is referring to my sex life.

"Still my room," I hold my stand on my right to claim my room, not budging, folding my hands behind my head. My baby Hannah sounds a bit jealous at the moment. Leaning on my left elbow, I turn to her still stretch out on the huge bed.

"Yes, but should you not go to the other room?" she argues.

Precisely what I had been thinking the same thing earlier…but …I mean…it's my bedroom after all. I should be sleeping here. However, I am feeling playful. "Yours?"

"No! The room-" she points to the balcony side, "-the couch."

"But you told me last time to sleep here," I mutter with a deep-set furrow, feigning that I am confused. It's cute that I am being kicked out of my own room. And being debated about it too.

"There." And she points to a black stylish gaming recliner. I mean it is comfortable but not for sleeping. I bought it about two years ago when I discovered the world of gaming. It really was comfortable with its leather foam and footrest but most definitely not for sleep.

"Why are you here Hannah?"

She looks taken aback by my question so I add, "Why do you demand a demon's bed when you should be scared to be near me, let alone be in my room?" For a greater effect, I growl lowly, "Don't you know the danger you are in?"

"I feel safe with you."

Safe? I gape at the girl whose hands were on her waist and trying to fight for the rights of my bed. She is not scared of me. She saw my real demon form; knew the job I did, dealt with death, saw my scary ass eyes just now in the dark – said it scared her and still she was pouting for my bed whilst telling me she feels safe with me.

Huh.

"Sorry, this is my bed and I'm not moving," I mutter and she stares down at me with pink cheeks. "I'm standing up for my right to lie on my own bed Hannah," I added huskily and she turns then to look at the closed door that would be her escape to her own room and turns back to me, "-but feel free to join me."

She is cute- when did Hannah become cute to me? I don't know why I did it but I reach out and pull her down with me wrapping my legs around her, bringing her down on the side of me. She yelps out when I nibble her neck, playfully, Wolf being her ancestor was furthest from my mind then.

***

Hannah did not return to my room, in the following few weeks since she ran out that morning.

In fact, she avoids me now but I still smile for when I do catch her eyes, she blushes, ducks, and hides. Hannah does have more than a crush on me I think, for she has not left the house for her usual six to seven days break from me.

She leaves for her studies and returns.

Naturally, I am grinning like a madman and I am not certain of why but it has everything to do with her. When I collected my souls, I smiled. I did my balancing for the restaurant and club and I smiled. An upset happened with a worker but I was still happy. In all my memory I have no recollection of being this happy because of a human or demon.

Even the bruised feeling K pretended to have lingering about the 'way I mistreated a friend' as he put it, didn't spoil my mood. In reference to my whip bruising him which by the way left no marks as it was completely healed by the next day.

Friday comes around and I am getting dressed to meet Jace before he opens up the club. Hannah is hiding somewhere again when I am about to leave but I smile at her coyness. I don't plan on staying late tonight. In fact, I plan to leave just after my meeting is over, with Jace and K.

Hand on the front door handle, a thought hits me.

Maybe the woman only comes on a Friday night? In my positive mood, I am certain that the woman would show up making my week perfect with that marvellous ending. If I find her, I'm not letting her escape again, I'd f*ck her right there on the dancefloor, I vow to myself feeling the liquid sensation spreading inside my head with the dirty thought.

***

I turn and head back upstairs walking into the office I just vacated and Jace is already gone. See? Hard worker. I pull out a bottle of bourbon and have a drink while I check out the cameras inside my nightclub. Actually, it's not stalking. I am simply looking for someone who showed me a good time previously- Stalking would imply that I am following her around. Aha!

I could very well kill her if I become obsessed for my rage is not petty. What if she is married? Or has a boyfriend? I didn't really care much for I only have one thing on my mind when I see her again. I intend to have her so I can move on to the other females that throw themselves at me.

Oh, c'mon as if you humans are not promiscuous.

It's 11 pm when I reach home. I'm fuming mad. I am literally feeling like I'm obsessing over a human. A demon to persecute a human- that's terrible. I go to the balcony, downing down whisky and two cigarettes before heading to my room. My phone beeps as I open the door. Souls tomorrow again. A church bombing? Who the hell bombs a church? And why the hell wasn't the Religion Department taking this one?