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Istood under the water in the shower, chewing my lip. What the actual fuck had just happened? Why had I acted like that? It was not me in the slightest.

It was like something had drawn me to Creeper in my moment of upset and anger, my emotions being turned into a strange, heated desire. And my words, I hadn’t even realized what I was saying.

God dammit.

My cheeks flushed as my body ached with a strange need. Something I vaguely understood.

What on earth would they be thinking? God, at least nothing had happened.

Apart from my suggestive… crap. I groaned as I closed my eyes.

What was I going to say to them once I left my shower?

I snickered stupidly at the fact that I’d aroused Creeper in my state.

He’d handled it well, although that look in his eye when I’d asked if he was going to fuck me…

He looked like he wanted to, badly, and it confused him all at once.

He wasn’t the only one baffled by this weird outburst.

Jesus, I’d wanted him to do something to me. I hadn’t cared that Chum was there or that I would have no idea what to do, I’d just wanted to.

I slowly showered, prolonging the inevitable.

When I did finally emerge, Chum and Creeper were sitting on the edge of my bed, clearly perplexed and having been talking.

I stood awkwardly by the bathroom door in my towel, shifting uneasily.

“I have no idea what happened or why I said that,” I blurted.

“I think… that maybe you’re getting more in touch with your demonic side,” Chumley said slowly while Creeper looked everywhere but me.

“What’s that mean?” I asked, but I knew.

I’d read about how demonics born from stronger demons could have more… demon urges. That there could be flare-ups in emotions or they may act out on desires. Demons were known for not denying themselves to their most primal needs and desires. Sex was big for them, as was violence.

Well, I guess it could be worse. I could be attacking them with a lamp.

I’d rather be attacking them with a lamp.

“I think we should let you rest,” Creeper said as he cleared his throat and stood.

“Yeah, it’s been a long day, you rest up and we’ll see you at dinner,” Chumley said quickly.

I didn’t have a chance to respond as the pair scurried out like I was going to skin them.

Well, so much for it not being awkward.

A week had passed, and things returned to normal after only a day or two, although Creeper would occasionally look at me with a strange glint in his eye before he masked it.

Whenever I found myself in a class with Charlie, I kept my distance. I did notice his pocket-watch he played with though, and even brought it up with the guys. Why would a young man need a pocket-watch? He had a phone for the time.

Bug said maybe it was sentimental, or represented something, and I left it, not wanting to talk to the demon. After that training day, he weirded me out even more, and I kept a lot of distance between us.

We’d spoken about telling Dezikiel, but we decided not to. Maybe he really had just been trying to help, although with his cocky behavior, we all doubted it. There was something seriously up with him.

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