I couldn't sleep. I could hear him scratching and panting, and moaning for me. I pushed my dresser against my door and lay quietly, hoping he'd stop. Heavy steps paced the hall outside my door, nails raked against it, and he moaned my name in an incredibly seductive tone. Had I been face to face with him, I probably would've given in. It sounded like he was dragging knives against my door as he called, begged, and even ordered me to come out.
"I'll be gentle," He said softly, something pained in his tone.
He isn't giving up.. I doubt my door is going to hold up to him...
I snatched my phone from my nightstand and used it's weak, grey lighting to search around for the book. Then, to skim through it. There had to be something to get him to leave me alone. Feeding habits, wake and sleep cycle, development and regression, summoning and rituals, runes and significant symbols; That sounds about right. I flipped through pages of crudely sketched symbols and breezed over their purposes, nothing useful. Then, I saw a symbol that stood out and briefed over it's uses and effects on demons.
My door groaned on it's hinges against his weight.
"Cadence," His voice was an irritated wisp of breath. "I need you. You can't ignore me."
"Yes, I can." I spat before I thought twice.
An angry thump and a groan from him and the door. I'm so glad I replaced that thing with a solid wood door. I dug around my room hurriedly, found a pair of scissors, and scratched the rune into the door. I felt a wave of heat come off the door and then it was like it exploded. I was lying on my side trying to shake myself back to conscious thought and heard scrambling around on the floor, he was making animalistic sounds, nails scraping against the wood, and then a weak whimper.
I cautiously cracked my door open and peeked out. He was lying on his side shaking and jerking like he had before, his strong body looked frail, curled in pain and fear against the far wall of the hallway.
"Da?"
He flinched and tried to drag himself away, his now long, razor-sharp nails scoring into the hall floor and tail tucked against his legs. He whined softly, an unbearably animal sound, and refused to look at me.
"Are you alright?"
"Don't look at me.." He snarled as his shoulders heaved and buckled painfully, his tail whipping violently behind him as he snapped his teeth.
"What's wrong with you?"
"I said look away," He spat coldly as his horns pushed their way through his hair once again.
"No. I want to know what's going on," I insisted, considering offering him help and hesitating as I stared at his nails. Horrifyingly long, slender razors ripping curling strips of wood out of the floor.
"Get away from me."
"Why should I?" I didn't put as much confidence into the question as I'd hoped, but it was too late. He squirmed slightly and let out a tense sound, which could've been pain or pleasure.
"Please, don't look at me like this."
He turned his face slightly and I could barely see his eyes through his hair; black with golden, yellow irises. His teeth were barely visible, but I could see the sad shape of his mouth and color of his skin fading to an ill, ashy white. His body curled and he made a pitiful choking sound. I flicked on the light in the hall just as he twisted; crimson smearing against his cheek and the floor, sticking in the ends of his hair and beginning to pool by his mouth.
I reacted without considering the obvious danger of his claws and teeth, crouching and lifting his head into my lap. I brushed the hair away from his face and his eyes were locked on my face, lifeless and blackening around the edges. He didn't blush, but he looked away and shifted weakly.
"I wish you would stop. I don't want to hurt you." He said it like it hurt him to and I wondered what he was thinking about. Why would he be worried about hurting me? Didn't he live off of other people's suffering?
I petted his hair and he closed his eyes, he looked sorrowfully peaceful for an instant and then he shifted and turned further away from me.
"What's wrong?"
