May These Noises Startle You in Your Sleep Tonight
Halloween
Until I came to Earth I never needed sleep, but nevertheless I found myself comatose on an old moldy mattress in the dank basement every night. It relaxed and refreshed me. Sometimes I would even dream. I dreamt about returning to Hell after completing my mission, becoming a true Missionary to the world below. Tonight was no exception to these dreams, but something was different. A sharp pain in my head pulled me from my deep slumber. Still disoriented, I whipped my head around, trying to find the source of my discomfort. After taking a moment to come to my senses, I recognized it. Another demon was trying to contact me.
I took a deep breath and focused on the feeling, letting all my energy be drawn to it. It was more difficult to do here because I was weakened, but after a few moments the image started appearing. It was the man who called me to his office the day I took this mission. He was still dressed impeccably compared to me, with my disheveled hair and lack of a shirt since I had been sleeping. I don't think he has ever seen me fully clothed.
"Victor. I am contacting you on behalf of the Guard pertaining to your mission. This is only possible because it is All Hallows Eve, and we will not have another chance to speak again until you return to Hell. Explain your current situation," he spoke formally. I could tell that he was trying to rush this, so I nodded.
"I have to kill three teenage boys, Ronnie, Kellin and Jaime. Jaime is already dead. I killed him almost a month ago. I was going to wait before I killed the other two so I wouldn't draw suspicion to myself," I told him. The man nodded.
"Good. And no one has any idea it was you?"
"Not a clue," I said with a smirk. Although I didn't necessarily like killing Jaime, it was satisfying knowing that I had such power, such control over these people. I was always one step ahead, and that thought gave me a rush.
"Well, Victor, as you've proven to be more Missionary material than I first expected, you will be promoted as soon as you return. We have several jobs lined up for you after this one, but if you are to fulfill them you will have a deadline. You must return from your current mission by November 28th, or the missions will be assigned to someone else. Do we have an understanding?"
I let his words sink in. I have less than a month? That seemed hardly fair. I was planning on being here for a few more months at least, but work is work. I have to do what they tell me.
"Yes sir," I said with a nod.
"Good. I'll be waiting for you," the man said, and in a flash he was gone. I was sitting alone in the dark basement again, now even more exhausted than before. I laid back down with a sigh and let sleep overtake me.
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Kellin had mentioned before that the school likes to go all out for Halloween, and when I arrived there the following morning, I realized that he wasn't lying. The halls were covered in decorations and black and orange streamers lined the walls. It was kind of hilarious how humans perceived Halloween, with all these gaudy witches and monsters. Down in Hell it's known as the one day the souls can escape and get a glimpse the living, which means it's a day off from work for me because there's no one to torture.
After discussion of how stupid the school looked this year, Kellin and Ronnie decided that instead of going to a big Halloween blowout this year, they would take it easy and just hang out at Ronnie's with some alcohol and shitty horror movies. Surprisingly enough, they even invited me along. I definitely wasn't going to pass up an opportunity to see what those two got up to on a night like Halloween.
Of course, there was one problem. Kellin insisted that we all wear costumes. What was I supposed to dress up as? Do I go scary or funny? Cheap or expensive? Not that it mattered because I would be stealing it anyway, but still.
In the middle of my little freak out session, it suddenly hit me. I knew what I was going to wear. It was only the most obvious thing in the world; well, at least to me. I was going to be a demon.
When I showed up at what I hoped was the right house, I took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell, assuring myself that I didn't look like a complete idiot. I didn't even know why I cared, but I couldn't help but feel self conscious while only wearing black shorts and little plastic devil horns. I had also stolen some crappy Halloween makeup, just for effect. I had splattered fake blood all over myself and painted dark rings around my eyes.
Ronnie finally opened the door, revealing his gaudy "gangster" costume, and welcomed me inside. His house was a simple one-story, but it was spacious enough for three people.
"My parents aren't home, so as long as we don't break anything we should be good," he said. I nodded and looked around the room. It was just an ordinary living room, a long couch facing a flat screen TV, pictures living the shelves, the works. I couldn't help but glance over the pictures. Ronnie's family seemed normal enough, loving parents and whatnot. I couldn't help but wonder who exactly would be missing him when this whole thing was over.
"You want something to drink?" Ronnie asked, pulling me from my thoughts.
"Yeah, sure," I replied as he led me into the kitchen. I watched as he poured Coke into a plastic cup, followed my some kind of alcohol that I had never drank before. He handed to me and I took a cautious sip, finding that I liked it. It was smooth and slid down my throat easily, then was followed by a burning sensation that I found invigorating.
"Kellin should be here any minute. He said he was on his way," Ronnie informed me. His sentence was followed by the sound of a doorbell. "Speak of the devil."
Devil? Not so much. Vampire? Yup. When Ronnie opened the door, my jaw almost dropped. Kellin was clothed in a loose fitting white shirt with skin tight black pants that didn't leave much to the imagination. He was also wearing makeup to make his pale skin look even whiter than usual, and - wait - is that eyeliner? Holy shit, he's actually wearing eyeliner. And he's wearing it well.
"Hey guys. Sorry if I'm late. I was just trying to get my costume all put together," he said as he walked into the house.
"It's fine dude, nothing's happened. So . . . let's get the party started!" Ronnie cheered.
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Half an hour later, and all we've been doing is drinking and watching some lame horror movie from the 80's. I honestly thought that these two would be going all out for Halloween, I mean since they did summon we with a Ouija board, and who knows what other shady stuff they've done in the past. I thought Halloween would be the perfect night to get up to trouble, but apparently not.
Fake Hollywood screams filled the living room as yet another idiot died in the movie. Kellin flinched and leaned his body into my side for the umpteenth time that night. At first I didn't really take notice of it, but after a while I started wondering if something was up. I mean, I didn't mind, but the movie honestly wasn't that scary. Why was he acting as if I were his life support?
"I'm getting another drink," Kellin said randomly. It was just then that I noticed that I'd also downed my whole cup, so I got up and followed him. When I walked in he was standing in front of the sink, mixing God-knows-what together in his cup. I decided to go for a beer this time, so I picked one up, popping it open easily.
While Kellin stood with his back turned to me as he poured his drink, I couldn't help but let my eyes wander over his body. They finally came to rest on the perfection that is the curve of his ass. I was suddenly thankful that God created latex. I was so caught up in the illustrious sight that I didn't notice Kellin looking over his shoulder to ask me a question.
"Dude! Were you just checking out my ass?" Kellin exclaimed. My eyes shot up to meet his. Oops. I quickly put on a defensive front.
"What? No! Why would I do that?" I retaliated.
"Well I have been told that I have a perfect ass," he responded with a playful shrug. Truer words have never been spoken.
"What would you do if I had been checking you out?" I joked.
"Well, that is inappropriate behavior. I would have to punish you for your actions," he said casually.
"Oh? And how exactly would you do that Mr. Quinn?" I asked with a smirk. If anything, I would be the one doing the punishing. I mean, since I'm a Torturer demon and all. That's the only reason.
Kellin contemplated his answer for a few moments, slowly making his was towards me with his drink in hand.
"Well, I am a vampire. I could always bite you," he said teasingly.
"Only if I let you," I responded. Where the hell did that come from? Kellin stopped right in front of me and bit his lip.
"And would you let me?" he asked. My eyes widened slightly. He couldn't be serious, could he?
"I don't know. I'll have to think about it," I said with a smirk that I hoped made me seem more confident than I actually felt.
"Well when you figure out your answer, let me know," he said and walked past me into the living room, his arm barely brushing mine. Okay, what the hell was that? Was he just flirting with me? I decided to blame his actions on the alcohol for now, but I'd be damned if I said I didn't enjoy it.
I took a deep breath and focused on the feeling, letting all my energy be drawn to it. It was more difficult to do here because I was weakened, but after a few moments the image started appearing. It was the man who called me to his office the day I took this mission. He was still dressed impeccably compared to me, with my disheveled hair and lack of a shirt since I had been sleeping. I don't think he has ever seen me fully clothed.
"Victor. I am contacting you on behalf of the Guard pertaining to your mission. This is only possible because it is All Hallows Eve, and we will not have another chance to speak again until you return to Hell. Explain your current situation," he spoke formally. I could tell that he was trying to rush this, so I nodded.
"I have to kill three teenage boys, Ronnie, Kellin and Jaime. Jaime is already dead. I killed him almost a month ago. I was going to wait before I killed the other two so I wouldn't draw suspicion to myself," I told him. The man nodded.
"Good. And no one has any idea it was you?"
"Not a clue," I said with a smirk. Although I didn't necessarily like killing Jaime, it was satisfying knowing that I had such power, such control over these people. I was always one step ahead, and that thought gave me a rush.
"Well, Victor, as you've proven to be more Missionary material than I first expected, you will be promoted as soon as you return. We have several jobs lined up for you after this one, but if you are to fulfill them you will have a deadline. You must return from your current mission by November 28th, or the missions will be assigned to someone else. Do we have an understanding?"
I let his words sink in. I have less than a month? That seemed hardly fair. I was planning on being here for a few more months at least, but work is work. I have to do what they tell me.
"Yes sir," I said with a nod.
"Good. I'll be waiting for you," the man said, and in a flash he was gone. I was sitting alone in the dark basement again, now even more exhausted than before. I laid back down with a sigh and let sleep overtake me.
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Kellin had mentioned before that the school likes to go all out for Halloween, and when I arrived there the following morning, I realized that he wasn't lying. The halls were covered in decorations and black and orange streamers lined the walls. It was kind of hilarious how humans perceived Halloween, with all these gaudy witches and monsters. Down in Hell it's known as the one day the souls can escape and get a glimpse the living, which means it's a day off from work for me because there's no one to torture.
After discussion of how stupid the school looked this year, Kellin and Ronnie decided that instead of going to a big Halloween blowout this year, they would take it easy and just hang out at Ronnie's with some alcohol and shitty horror movies. Surprisingly enough, they even invited me along. I definitely wasn't going to pass up an opportunity to see what those two got up to on a night like Halloween.
Of course, there was one problem. Kellin insisted that we all wear costumes. What was I supposed to dress up as? Do I go scary or funny? Cheap or expensive? Not that it mattered because I would be stealing it anyway, but still.
In the middle of my little freak out session, it suddenly hit me. I knew what I was going to wear. It was only the most obvious thing in the world; well, at least to me. I was going to be a demon.
When I showed up at what I hoped was the right house, I took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell, assuring myself that I didn't look like a complete idiot. I didn't even know why I cared, but I couldn't help but feel self conscious while only wearing black shorts and little plastic devil horns. I had also stolen some crappy Halloween makeup, just for effect. I had splattered fake blood all over myself and painted dark rings around my eyes.
Ronnie finally opened the door, revealing his gaudy "gangster" costume, and welcomed me inside. His house was a simple one-story, but it was spacious enough for three people.
"My parents aren't home, so as long as we don't break anything we should be good," he said. I nodded and looked around the room. It was just an ordinary living room, a long couch facing a flat screen TV, pictures living the shelves, the works. I couldn't help but glance over the pictures. Ronnie's family seemed normal enough, loving parents and whatnot. I couldn't help but wonder who exactly would be missing him when this whole thing was over.
"You want something to drink?" Ronnie asked, pulling me from my thoughts.
"Yeah, sure," I replied as he led me into the kitchen. I watched as he poured Coke into a plastic cup, followed my some kind of alcohol that I had never drank before. He handed to me and I took a cautious sip, finding that I liked it. It was smooth and slid down my throat easily, then was followed by a burning sensation that I found invigorating.
"Kellin should be here any minute. He said he was on his way," Ronnie informed me. His sentence was followed by the sound of a doorbell. "Speak of the devil."
Devil? Not so much. Vampire? Yup. When Ronnie opened the door, my jaw almost dropped. Kellin was clothed in a loose fitting white shirt with skin tight black pants that didn't leave much to the imagination. He was also wearing makeup to make his pale skin look even whiter than usual, and - wait - is that eyeliner? Holy shit, he's actually wearing eyeliner. And he's wearing it well.
"Hey guys. Sorry if I'm late. I was just trying to get my costume all put together," he said as he walked into the house.
"It's fine dude, nothing's happened. So . . . let's get the party started!" Ronnie cheered.
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Half an hour later, and all we've been doing is drinking and watching some lame horror movie from the 80's. I honestly thought that these two would be going all out for Halloween, I mean since they did summon we with a Ouija board, and who knows what other shady stuff they've done in the past. I thought Halloween would be the perfect night to get up to trouble, but apparently not.
Fake Hollywood screams filled the living room as yet another idiot died in the movie. Kellin flinched and leaned his body into my side for the umpteenth time that night. At first I didn't really take notice of it, but after a while I started wondering if something was up. I mean, I didn't mind, but the movie honestly wasn't that scary. Why was he acting as if I were his life support?
"I'm getting another drink," Kellin said randomly. It was just then that I noticed that I'd also downed my whole cup, so I got up and followed him. When I walked in he was standing in front of the sink, mixing God-knows-what together in his cup. I decided to go for a beer this time, so I picked one up, popping it open easily.
While Kellin stood with his back turned to me as he poured his drink, I couldn't help but let my eyes wander over his body. They finally came to rest on the perfection that is the curve of his ass. I was suddenly thankful that God created latex. I was so caught up in the illustrious sight that I didn't notice Kellin looking over his shoulder to ask me a question.
"Dude! Were you just checking out my ass?" Kellin exclaimed. My eyes shot up to meet his. Oops. I quickly put on a defensive front.
"What? No! Why would I do that?" I retaliated.
"Well I have been told that I have a perfect ass," he responded with a playful shrug. Truer words have never been spoken.
"What would you do if I had been checking you out?" I joked.
"Well, that is inappropriate behavior. I would have to punish you for your actions," he said casually.
"Oh? And how exactly would you do that Mr. Quinn?" I asked with a smirk. If anything, I would be the one doing the punishing. I mean, since I'm a Torturer demon and all. That's the only reason.
Kellin contemplated his answer for a few moments, slowly making his was towards me with his drink in hand.
"Well, I am a vampire. I could always bite you," he said teasingly.
"Only if I let you," I responded. Where the hell did that come from? Kellin stopped right in front of me and bit his lip.
"And would you let me?" he asked. My eyes widened slightly. He couldn't be serious, could he?
"I don't know. I'll have to think about it," I said with a smirk that I hoped made me seem more confident than I actually felt.
"Well when you figure out your answer, let me know," he said and walked past me into the living room, his arm barely brushing mine. Okay, what the hell was that? Was he just flirting with me? I decided to blame his actions on the alcohol for now, but I'd be damned if I said I didn't enjoy it.