Page 7 of Under My Bed

Groaning internally, I threw my head back against the couch and stared up at the ceiling until the demon loomed his face over mine. "Like I said before, better get fucking use to me." His smug chuckle made me want to lash out across his face with an open palm.

I hated how he was right, but I would make him eat his words. I was stuck here with him, but fuck that. The tables will be turned; it will be him that has to put up with me. I threw nearly everything into this house, so unless I declared bankruptcy and shit, moving was not an option unless I wanted to end up homeless or back with my parents.

I refused to be terrified and tormented in my own home.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours? I don't like that look in your eyes." He sounded a little wary of me, which he should be.

"Thought you could read minds." I retorted with a snort, earning a growl and another face grab from him.

"Don't lash that tongue back at me. I can only read the minds of those vulnerable or wicked. Your head is too filled with rainbows and cupcakes for me to invade." His irritated demeanor changed as he let go of my face and fully leaned up to his knees. "Besides, it probably doesn't have a single thought in it."

"But it has something you want to know about and can't figure out. Otherwise, you wouldn't have asked." Arguing with a demon was probably not the best choice, but oh well, at least it was fun.

If I have to live with this fucker then I would have to pull my big girl pants on and own this shit.

Better fucking buckle up, buddy, because I'm gonna drive this fucking shit show.

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Kastoron

1 week later

What in the circles of home is she doing?

Why is she so fucking calm about all of this?

Okay, maybe she just didn't like that vase and wanted to get rid of it. I'll just break this new one she got. That otta get her riled up enough.

A premature smile of victory stretched at my lips as I picked up the new vase she'd set out on the display table and chucked it at her. Only to have her completely ignore me!

What the actual fuck!?

Clearly, the thing hit her because I heard the soft impact of the solid material against her back, and she did make a small grunt. But why didn't it break or throw her off balance? I threw it with enough force to jar her, yet she acted as if something merely bumped her lightly. Then, the stupid object had the audacity to not shatter upon impact with the hardwood floor.

Okay, if I actually thought about it, the vase felt a little off in terms of weight when I picked it up, but most human things felt like nothing to me.

But the vase bounced on solid ground.

Then, here was the kicker: she continued with whatever the fuck she was doing.

She didn't even spare me a single glance.

In a fury, I appeared behind her after grabbing the vase again. This time, I raised the thing up high and threw it down on her head because I physically couldn't whack her with it. But once again, the damn thing basically bounced off her and clattered to the floor in one piece.

Bewildered, I picked up the thing with a scowl and inspected it closely. "What the…" Gritting my teeth, I grabbed the human by her shoulder, and spun her around to face my furious face. "Human, explain this sorcery," I demanded.

"Maybe if you address me properly and ask me nicely, I might." Why this little… How dare she use such an innocent tone with me and demand such a thing from me? Actually, how dare she even demand anything of me.

Who does she think she is?

Letting my anger seep on with my growl, I grab her by the neck and pin her up against the hallway wall before shoving the vase into her face. "What did you do to it." I wasn't even asking yet again.

The scent of fear permeated the air briefly before disappearing completely with her little snicker. Now, that pissed me off because this was no laughing matter. Nothing about this should be amusing or funny. Also, how dare she laugh at me!

Pulling her away from the wall, I slammed her back against it with another growl, causing her head to thump against the hard surface with a pained grunt. "You better answer me before I lose my patience with you." She was damn lucky I couldn't kill her or do too much harm to her. Stupid wards.

"Or what? What will you do? Throw my dinner in my face? Knock the plates off the counter? Turn my TV off while I'm watching?" The nerve on this human. Where the fuck did it come from!?

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