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Making my own Demons

Summary:

Alexander writes his way to Hell and he's sure he doesn't want to write himself out

Chapter 1

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Laying down on his bed, Alexander was chewing on the end of his pencil and staring at what he had wrote down so far. "Bloody black eyes stared at him from down the hall, looking deep into his very own soul. He couldn't breathe, couldn't move. It was beautiful in a sense. Captivating. As the being came close, all he could do was smile..." He read aloud to himself. It wasn't his best work but he could almost imagine himself in that situation. Alexander felt a strong tugging sensation in his thigh. Deciding it was the beginning of an itch, he reached down and gently scratched the skin. He pulled his hand away when the feeling went away and focused back on his writing.

He managed to get 2 full paragraphs when he felt a hot, warm, and stinging pain in his thigh. A huge pressure began to weigh on his thigh and he sat up to see why. Where he expected to see possibly bloody flesh from small scratches, he sees a grinning beast staring up at him. The creature had brown curls with blood smeared in it, his own blood actually, wide and black eyes, and freckles. It's skin reminded the young writer of the ink from his countless pens. As for his thigh, He watched as the beast stuck it's hand deeper into his leg. Much as he wanted to scream out, Alexander couldn't do it. He simply didn't have the heart, the beautiful creature looked like it brought him great pleasure in doing so. He felt it's fingers wiggle around inside of his thigh and shivered when it's nails scraped against bone.

He didn't even know he was watching the beast's hand until he heard a disturbing gargling noise and his gaze flicked back up to it's eyes. Alexander watched it's mouth move as the disgusting noise resumed. It was rough, wet, and scratchy all at once and was coming from the creature itself. The fact that it was trying to speak to him made a strong tingling feeling spread through the writer's chest.

Alexander reached out to touch it's cheek when the best grabbed his hand and bit into his palm, ripping the skin open with minimal efforts. Alexander grimaced and allowed it. The beast now had both it's hands and it's mouth occupied. Alexander couldn't help but stare at it in amazement. The beast was so beautiful coated in blood. He felt his heart rapidly skip beat and air was slowly being pulled away from him. The creature pulled it's hand from inside his leg, possibly tearing some muscles in the process, and retracted it's sharp teeth from his hand. They both watched as blood flowed from his hand and drip down his limbs and onto the sheets beneath. Alexander laid on his back as his head got lighter and breathing got heavier.

The beast crawls over Alexander and stares at his paper. Once again, the horrible noise came back and the creature had a determined look. Was it trying to read his story? If it was, it was failing. Alexander let out a few huffs of laughter at the thought. The being was so cute. "What are you?" He asked when black dots started to dance along the edges of his vision. The beast stared at the paper and kept 'talking'. "Jo...." Alexander sleepily blinked at it. "Jo?" He mumbled. The beast shook his head and placed a hand on Alexander's forehead, peering closer to the sheet.

"Jawhan..." It bit it's lip. "Jojuan.." A claw scraped against the young man's temple when the  beast got frustrated. "John." It said. The beast looked at Alex and smiled, claw removing itself from his forehead. Alexander swallowed thickly and shifted as much as he could with his injuries. "What?" The beast hummed softly and ran it's fingers through Alexander's hair with one hand and pointed at itself with the other. "John." It said, voice still a bit scratchy with the name. Alexander smiled softly knowing where it got the name from. He picked it for a personal reason and it made him so happy when the gorgeous being liked it enough to name itself that. "Well, John. Nice to finally meet you." Alexander whispered as the black dots got bigger. The last thing he saw John beaming at him with blood stained teeth.