Demon

It was amazing how silent he was, almost inhumanly silent.

He wore a tight solid black shirt that more than showed off his flawless body. Lina was sure his muscle would have been weightlifter huge on any other man, but on his tall frame, it was perfection.

Only one thought came to mind when faced with all of this masculine beauty. She wanted to paint him. Perfectly proportioned from head to foot, lightly toned with artfully sculpted features and an exotic, slightly dangerous air. He was her dream. She could see the ranges of lighting, poses, and backgrounds already.

But then the silver reminded her. Silver bracelets on each wrist, a silver chain link necklace with Hebrew inscription hanging from it, and silver and black piercings down the side of each ear. He had his eyebrow pierced twice with two silver hoops.

Which brought her to the eyes. His eyes were the most exotic part about him if you could believe it. They were the darkest black, almost purple, she had ever seen, and they looked even darker against his deliciously tanned skin. They had to be colored contacts. She fidgeted slightly as said eyes narrowed dangerously.

He began moving closer and she craned her head back to keep eye contact. His eyes were doing a funny thing, almost like the purple-black of his irises were bleeding into the whites of his eyes. She shook her head. She really needed to get more sleep.

She also should stop reading so much about blood. And stop that stupid potion game. And probably cancel her online orders or any thoughts of making a real potion.

"C-Can I help you?"

Great, let the big scary man know you're afraid of him.

He looked down at her, and her breath caught in her throat. His irises had been doing something funny. His eyes were solid purple-black now. There was no white left. His nose twitched, almost as if scenting the air. He made a low, guttural growl deep in his throat. It was in no way a human sound.

She froze, not wanting to make any sudden movements to startle the obviously unbalanced man…thing. She stared wide-eyed at his face as he approached her and stopped mere inches away. She could feel an unnatural heat radiating from his body. His eyes closed as he seemed to sniff the air again. He made a slow circle around her, never quite touching her, still making that low growl deep in his chest that seemed to vibrate his whole body. For some strange reason, she wasn't sure if she liked that or not. Him not touching her.

Wasn't it a good thing the psycho hadn't made a move to grab her, whip out some obscenely huge knife and filet her like a fish?

Or, with the way he was growling, grow three-inch claws and rip her to shreds?

She was an imaginative girl, and the scenarios just kept building.

She was surprised at how calm she was over her impending death. A possible rape.