truck.
“What the …” I say swerving slightly as I look back in my mirror to see unfamiliar purple eyes staring back at me from the very back seat. The jerk has the nerve to wink at me. What is up with guys winking at me today?
The eyes are attached to a face with dark olive skin. The man has dark brown, wavy shoulder length hair. Obviously, he is not human. I can imagine the rest of his body is appealing to most afflicted with the female persuasion. The biggest issue I am having right now is the fact that I have never seen him before in my life and the fact that he just popped into my vehicle bodes extremely badly. The strawberry smell filling the car also would appear to point the situation into the unpleasant direction.
“I am pretty sure I mentioned you would be seeing me again. It took a little while to get disconnected from that weasely meat suit I was wearing because I actually left him conscious for the duration, but I did it just in time to see you before you got home. From the sounds of things, that was good thinking on my part,” says the demon that I am starting to believe is the D from DH.
The only good thing I heard from his little speech is that Harvey will be aware he is going to be a papa and not go total ape shit on Felicity for ending up pregnant. I just hope he doesn’t blame her for not realizing he was possessed. Some guys might be sensitive to that fact.
I look over to see why Jonas and Jake haven't gone on attack to find them both frozen. They look kind of funny stopped mid motion. It looks like me and Demon Boy are the only things moving in the vehicle. Not only that, he seems chatty. I didn’t like riding with a chatty Felicity, just imagine my joy at a demon with the disposition.
The way this day is going, I should have just rolled back over after my rude awakening this morning and stayed in bed. Maybe if I promise not to get out a bed for a week, things will start looking brighter.
“What do you want?” I ask pissed about the situation. “Don't you have some babies to go tend after? It was you that impregnated those two girls.” Not only that, he advanced their pregnancies by months, probably just for his own amusement.
“Do you know how hard it is to have a child as a demon? I imagine you don't, so I will tell you. Demons pretty much have no chance of procreating. There has not been a new demon born in a few millennia. Maybe even longer, no one really knows. Demons these days are created from already existing beings, similar to vampires, but we cannot create children the old-fashioned way,” he explains.
“Over the last couple of decades I have started feeling a paternal desire. I have been trying every method I can think of. I have used this form, my true demon form, others' bodies as vessels, women of different ages, women of different species, and the combinations go on indefinitely.” He pauses momentarily to sigh. “No matter what I try, my DNA just won't take. I am hoping that you may make the difference.”
“I hate to break it to you, but you might have noticed I was talking to my boyfriend just a second ago and I don't think he would like me having some stranger's kid. Not only that, but I don't plan to become pregnant. Ever.”
I do believe this conversation is starting to border on the insane. Of course, at least half of the conversations I have had this month follow along those lines, but eventually that has to stop, right?
He is quiet for a few moments and I start hoping he has given up and left, but a quick glance shows he is still back there. He looks rather pensive. A demon deep in thought is probably not a good thing. Wanting him to just leave, I don’t initiate further conversation. I focus on the road and try to implement the old saying “if you cannot see it, it doesn’t exist”.
“What species is your boy toy?” he finally asks. Drat. The saying is a bunch of hogwash.
“Sebastian,” I say not liking the boy toy comment, “is a vampire,
“What the …” I say swerving slightly as I look back in my mirror to see unfamiliar purple eyes staring back at me from the very back seat. The jerk has the nerve to wink at me. What is up with guys winking at me today?
The eyes are attached to a face with dark olive skin. The man has dark brown, wavy shoulder length hair. Obviously, he is not human. I can imagine the rest of his body is appealing to most afflicted with the female persuasion. The biggest issue I am having right now is the fact that I have never seen him before in my life and the fact that he just popped into my vehicle bodes extremely badly. The strawberry smell filling the car also would appear to point the situation into the unpleasant direction.
“I am pretty sure I mentioned you would be seeing me again. It took a little while to get disconnected from that weasely meat suit I was wearing because I actually left him conscious for the duration, but I did it just in time to see you before you got home. From the sounds of things, that was good thinking on my part,” says the demon that I am starting to believe is the D from DH.
The only good thing I heard from his little speech is that Harvey will be aware he is going to be a papa and not go total ape shit on Felicity for ending up pregnant. I just hope he doesn’t blame her for not realizing he was possessed. Some guys might be sensitive to that fact.
I look over to see why Jonas and Jake haven't gone on attack to find them both frozen. They look kind of funny stopped mid motion. It looks like me and Demon Boy are the only things moving in the vehicle. Not only that, he seems chatty. I didn’t like riding with a chatty Felicity, just imagine my joy at a demon with the disposition.
The way this day is going, I should have just rolled back over after my rude awakening this morning and stayed in bed. Maybe if I promise not to get out a bed for a week, things will start looking brighter.
“What do you want?” I ask pissed about the situation. “Don't you have some babies to go tend after? It was you that impregnated those two girls.” Not only that, he advanced their pregnancies by months, probably just for his own amusement.
“Do you know how hard it is to have a child as a demon? I imagine you don't, so I will tell you. Demons pretty much have no chance of procreating. There has not been a new demon born in a few millennia. Maybe even longer, no one really knows. Demons these days are created from already existing beings, similar to vampires, but we cannot create children the old-fashioned way,” he explains.
“Over the last couple of decades I have started feeling a paternal desire. I have been trying every method I can think of. I have used this form, my true demon form, others' bodies as vessels, women of different ages, women of different species, and the combinations go on indefinitely.” He pauses momentarily to sigh. “No matter what I try, my DNA just won't take. I am hoping that you may make the difference.”
“I hate to break it to you, but you might have noticed I was talking to my boyfriend just a second ago and I don't think he would like me having some stranger's kid. Not only that, but I don't plan to become pregnant. Ever.”
I do believe this conversation is starting to border on the insane. Of course, at least half of the conversations I have had this month follow along those lines, but eventually that has to stop, right?
He is quiet for a few moments and I start hoping he has given up and left, but a quick glance shows he is still back there. He looks rather pensive. A demon deep in thought is probably not a good thing. Wanting him to just leave, I don’t initiate further conversation. I focus on the road and try to implement the old saying “if you cannot see it, it doesn’t exist”.
“What species is your boy toy?” he finally asks. Drat. The saying is a bunch of hogwash.
“Sebastian,” I say not liking the boy toy comment, “is a vampire,
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