He steps closer to me, the gravel shifting under his feet. I subconsciously took a step back. He had this look in his eyes, a hint of mischief seeping through.

"So tell me Rosie, what do you think is happening to you?" With another step, closer he came, inching us towards the edge. I took another step back, trying to avoid his touch. Did he think this was a game? This is my life damn it.

"I-I don't know. Everything seams different than before." My strong willed voice softens, almost cowering to the demon before me. My subconscious scolds me. Where did that ferocious bitch go?

With every step he took, I took one back. Trying my hardest to keep an arms length between us. He seamed to be amused by my resistance to his feisty demeanor. With one last step he my back hit the wall. The hard building exterior hit dead center in my back. He came close, to close, placing his arms against the wall on ether side of me. He's eyes flashing silver staring me dead in the eyes. I could help but gulp down the abundance of saliva, accumulating in my mouth. His face inching closer to mine, our noses almost touching. His eyes perch in to me as if he is staring into my soul.

"I could take you right here, right now and be done with you." He's voice was deeply demonic, scary but sexy all in a way my body couldn't handle. I could feel my panties dampen. The heat between my thighs, building with every word leaving his sadistic lips.

He leans in closing the little space we had between us. His cheek smeared past mine, his head dipping down to the crevice of my neck. His loud sniff causes me to stiffen, like a statue. What's he doing?

"Satan you smell so good. Your arousal is driving me wild Rosie." He whispered huskily, his lips tickling my outer ear.

I was so turned on, and scared all at the same time. My face glistening with zero emotion other than the wide eyes, gaping back at him. But right now isn't the time or place for this. My dads in a hospital bed just below us. My moms scared to death, and my brothers are freaking out. First my accident, now my dads sudden heart condition. Life was not being fair to us. But death, death seamed to enjoy our visits.

"Step back." I whispered, sounding like a mouse. I was hoping it would have come out more ferocious. But to no avail, I was pathetic.

He didn't speak and Eros most certainly didn't move. The air between us grew tense. So much so my brow began to furrow. What was this buffoon waiting for I said move. He just stood there looking at me as if examining his pray.

"I said move." My voice regaining that sassy teen drama queen tone.

His body tensed, I could visibly see his arms tighten, his jaw clench. I'm sure his hands dug into the exterior wall, because of the crunch I just heard.

"Don't speak to me that way." He demanded, clenching his teeth.

"I could take you right here, right now. An no one would be the wiser." He viscously spat. As if no one cared about me.

As if no one would come looking for me. He was probably right. At this moment my family was occupied and I was alone. How stupid am I to fallow a demon to a roof top alone? Stupid. I know.

"If you speak to me like that again, I won't hesitate to fuck you, cupping your mouth and muffle those sweet moans of yours." He was being so ferocious, dominant, unforgiving, he wanted what he couldn't have. But my body was shaking uncontrollably, this man had his nails sunk deep inside me. It's like a pull I couldn't escape. He wanted to take what I had been saving. My virginity, my beautiful flower. I wanted to release my anger, the snarky beast with in me. Then I started to wonder. Is that why the roses keep showing up? With out heeding his warning, I couldn't stop my lips from moving.

"You can't take my fucking flower. I don't give your permission!" My voice stronger than before willing all my straight at him, my hands push his chest. His body barely moves in inch. He still has me trapped, his muscular figure pressing in on me.

"I already got your permission." He joked a menacing cackle.

"What?! How!?" I spat in disbelief. He was really starting to test my patience.

"The first night we met love. You said you would be mine. You said 'Yes'." His voice changed. He copied my voice as if I heard my lust filled consent, come strait from my own mouth. Mimicking the moaning yes I gave, caving to his charm. Only I thought it was just a sex dream, not a contract.

His hands snaked around my waist, holding me tight. His finger pads digging into my flesh just under the hem of my shirt. He had a grin on his sculpted face, looking not just at me but to my soul. According to him I willingly gave myself to him. But if he thought I would come easy. He's dead wrong. 

"Well I withdraw my statement. I will never be yours." My eyes narrowed, trying to take back what was mine.

"Rosie, Rosie, Rosie" He tisk tisk me. "You can't take back what's already been given. Sorry love, your mine. I fought for you, fair and square." He eyed me amused with himself. Enjoying the contract I subconsciously sighed.

"What do you mean, you fought for me?" My right eye brow arching from my still furrowed brow. His fingers digging deeper into my hips, feeling as though my skin would soon be punctured.

He looked taken back by my quizzical question. Not expecting me to push, deeper to the truth. I may hate him but I'm stuck with him, so I mise-well get my answers.

"Let's play a game." I said trying to lighten the mood. Maybe this will get him to answer me. "Let's play twenty questions. I ask you answer. Deal?" I said trying to sound as sweet and seductive as I possible could muster up. He looked a little intrigued by my sudden playfulness. He decided to indulge me, releasing my from his death grip taking a step back. Allowing my breath to finally be my own. He nodded his head for me to continue.

"For every answer you tell me truthfully, I will take off an article of clothing." I smiled know he could pass up this opportunity. He cocked his head at me a smirk playing on his lips. His eyes leisurely raked my body. It made me feel a little uncomfortable but at the same time, powerful.

"Deal." He said with out a glint of hesitation.

"What did you mean you fought for me?" I questioned again.

"I fought a wrath demon for you." He smugly said. "Now strip." Demanding I keep up my end of the bargain.

He was enjoying this, eager to see me naked. He already has seen me naked in my dreams, so what's so different in the real world? I took my hair out off my ponytail, dropping it on the gravel. Trying to hold my smirk back from his disapproving face.

"Why did a wrath demon want me?"

"I don't know. But wrath demons only go after the damed. You must have done something very bad my little Rosie." There he goes again with that stupid little nick name 'Rosie'. "Next."

He waited for me to take off another article of clothing, shifting his weight. His arms crossing his chiseled chest, sculpted to perfection. I then slipped off my left tennis shoe. I have five more articles of clothing before I'm striped to my skippies.

"When you took the locket off my neck, why did you ask me if I was trying to kill myself?" This time I looked at him more questioning, I wanted to know if he cared for me.

"I feed off your soul. Your mine." He said, possessively claiming me.

I quickly fired back! He never answered me!

"You didn't answer my question." I was not taking off another shoe tell he told me. Rolling his eyes at my childish action. He begrudgingly answered again. "The locket you were wearing was a wrath charm. It had the essence of the demon who owned it and the soul it had calmed. It was also feeding off of you."

Sliding my right shoe off, I kicked it to the side with my left. A wrath charm? What was a wrath charm doing around Sages neck? Was that how she died a demon fed off her? Should I ask? It will have to wait.

"Why did you fight for me?" This question, I was most curious about. Why did he want me?

"When you died, your soul went to the vail. I'm an Incubus a sex demon and a virgin smell as sweet as yours I had to have it. For eternity. Your beautiful Rose, and your mine." His cheeky grin showed his grotesque teeth. I could start to see his horns protruding from his skull. I bent down slipping off my right sock. Good thing I decided to wear sneakers instead of sandals.

"You said I choose not to see. What do you mean?" He might think I'm dumb but I honestly don't know what he's talking about.

He looks at me, amusement laced in his eyes. I blinked at him waiting for my answer. It took just a second not even that. His eyes had shifted from a dull grey to silver. His rounded ears standing to a point. His horns now covered his head, the black hair around him growing longer. What's he playing at?

"You choose to see when you want to. Like right now." He said smuggling, smirking showing his discussing teeth.

"That's not answering my question, Eros. How do I control it?" The roar erupting from my voice, startled me. Apparently it started Eros as well he took a step back. As if being cautious of the proximity between use.

"Calm down, Rosie." He said soft and cautious. Trying not to poke the bear. Was he scared of me?

"STOP CALLING ME FUCKING ROSIE! MY NAME IS ROSE!" Screaming at the top of my lungs, I'm sure everyone down below heard that.

"You control it by your breathing, your touch, your smell. You control it by wanting to see it." He stood strong, not showing me any ounce of weakness. But I still don't know how to activate this damn site.

I looked down at my clothes slipping off my other sock. I wasn't done with my questions. I looked away from him for just a moment just to see my foot. But when I looked up he was gone. That damned demon. Just then the door to the roof swung open.

"Miss you can't be up here."

It was a security guard in a dark grey long sleeved shirt paired with black slacks. His duty belt held only  a flashlight and keys. He was eyeing me concerned about my well being.

"Sorry! I just needed some air. My dad was in surgery." I lied but not entirely. It makes me feel less bad. I looked at him with pleading eyes, trying for any sympathy he could give. Hoping if he had any to give,  that would get me out of the trouble I'm in. It seamed to be working as his features lightened. He looked at me with a little smile.

"It's all right. Let's get your to your dad." He stepped out of the doorframe so that I could walk in.

"My names Rose." I smiled trying to keep on his good side.

"Tom."

"Well thanks Tom. If it wasn't for you I might have been stuck up there." I grinned sweetly. My charm was working on the old man. Thank god. I didn't need my parents or anyone else eating about this. He escorted me to the end of the stairs. When he said his goodbyes leaving me to walk alone.

My stomach started to grumble. When's the last time I ate? Down the hall a spotted a snack cart. It had cookies, chips, crackers and gummy's. A few sodas on the second shelf and mini waters. I grabbed for some cookies, chocolate chip my favorite. I started leaning down to grab a water. When I saw my mother, and Dr. Finley.

She was quietly yelling at him. They haven't noticed me yet so I quickly ducked down behind the cart.

"She needs to know." Dr. Finley said, his hand reaching for my mother's upper arm.

She smacked it away. Repulsed by his attempt to flirt maybe? He was leaning oddly close to my mother.

"She will never know." My mother spat. Pushing past him, slamming into his shoulder. Heading back into my father room. That's when he said it.

"Humming bird, please." He said trying to appeal to my mother. Humming bird?

My mother stormed out. "Don't ever call me that again." She hissed. Leaving Dr. Finley alone. He soon took off down the hall. Leaving me still hiding behind the little cart, just ten feet from there little spat.

Humming Bird?

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