A Date

The next time Erasmi woke up, the sun was high in the sky. As he seepily patted the bed next to him, it took him a moment to realize that it was cold and empty. With a sigh, he opened his eyes and turned his head, confirming what he already knew. 

Feeling lazy, he slowly slipped out of bed, and like a woman doing the walk of shame, checked himself in the mirror and winced... It seemed Ava had been possessed... The scratches and love bites scattered across his neck and shoulders made him shake his head with a rueful smile. He might just have to use those concealer thingies to cover these... or else he wouldn't even be able to step out.

Grabbing his short and tshirt, he walked down out of the room and almost fell off the stairs at the scene before him. She was planning to kill him. That had to be it..this was a meticulously crafted plot for murder. But if he died today, it would be with a sense of satisfaction.