One-Shots

I was hanging out at the bar, observing the masked crowd around me. My friend Isabelle had invited me to her yearly masquerade ball. I originally didn't want to go, but she tempted me by saying 'Molly, you might find a guy that would like amidst my group of friends.' Apparently some of them thought they were some sort of supernatural being. Weird.

So far I was striking out on luck of finding someone. She had some cute friends, but none of them were my type. Granted, I didn't even know what my type was, but these guys didn't intruigue me.

I checked my reflection in the mirror by the bar and looked over myself. My short black hair was cut close to one side, but was longer on the other. I noticed a stray hair and I flipped it over to join the rest of my longer hair that was swooped off to the side. I was wearing a intricately decorated, black mask that brought out my mossy green eyes, a short black dress with a long, sheer train, and a pair of red pumps that added at least two inches to my petite hight.

I turned back around to face the crowd and noticed a man who I hadn't been there before. He was at least six feet tall and had short, black hair. He was dressed in a tight, black tuxedo with a mask that was identical to mine. His blue eyes met mine and I felt goosebumps form on my arms. Those blue eyes were breathtakingly beautiful, but at the same time I felt that they were hiding something.

He moved to approach me, but I turned and walked away from him. Something about him terrified me. I couldn't put my finger on in it, maybe it was the intensity of his stare, or his lanky, towering frame. I looked over my shoulder and breathed a sigh of relief, noticing he wasn't behind me. My relief was short-lived, however, because as I looked ahead of me I saw him standing there.

My breath caught in my throat. He held out his hand, motioning for me to take it. I took a step forward and placed my hand in his and felt what seemed like an electric shock. He spun me around and my back ended up pressed against his chest. I would have expected to feel his heartbeat, but instead I felt nothing. What was he? Before I had time to consider the possibilities, a needle was injected into my neck and the room started to spin. Blackness followed.

I woke up laying on a queen-sized bed in a room that I was unfamiliar with and noticed that my mask was no longer on my face. My eyes darted around and I noticed the man in the corner of the room. He was scrutinizing me with his light, blue eyes. He had taken off his mask, revealing his ivory-skinned, angelic face.

"What do you want with me?" I asked.

He stood silent for a minute before responding to me, "In all my years upon this earth, no mortal has interested me as much as you do."

"Mortal? What the hell are you talking about?" I wondered as he made his way next to the bed.

"You're friends with Isabelle, I'm suprised that you don't know," he said, his voice deep and alluring.

"She's said things about her friends thinking they were immortal or something, but that's just ridiculous."

But, as I said that I thought 'maybe she was tellng the truth.' How could someone not have a heart-beat and still be walking and talking? I knew that there was something odd about this mysterious man. I got up from the bed and looked up at him. I wasn't going to show fear.

"Who- I mean what are you?" I asked.

"I am a demon, known in this form to humans as Andy," he explained.

"W-what exactly do you want with me. You never actually answered," I said nervously.

Andy leaned down and his lips lightly made contact with my ear.

"I want you. You are mine," he whispered.

Before I could make a remark, his lips forced themselves onto mine. Some rational part of me wanted to resist, but I didn't act on the sane part of me. I bit Andy's lip and he growled seductively. I hastily pulled off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his slim, tattooed figure. I trailed my lips down to his collar-bone and he skillfully unzipped my dress and unhooked my bra almost simultaniously. He moaned as I gently bit his neck. Andy moved his hands up to my shoulders and slides my dress and bra off of my shoulders, causing my garments to fall to the floor. I migrated my lips back to his lips and he gently pushed me down on the bed.

He undid his pants and slipped out of them, showing me the gigantic bulge that was straining against the fabric of his boxers. He crawled onto the bed and leaned over me. Instead of kissing me like I thought he would, he began attacking my neck with his lips. I let out a breathy moan as he found my weak spot. He slowly moved his lips down to my breasts. His tounge flicked across my nipple making me moan in pleasure.

With his free hand, he slipped it into my underwear. He started rubbing my clitoris causing me to become wet. Suddenly, he thrust two fingers in me. I arched my back and gasped as he pumped his fingers in and out off me. I could feel myself start to get close. He eventually added a third finger and I hit my climax, releasing all over him. He took his fingers out of me and licked them clean.

"I need you inside of me," I begged.

He smirked and yanked off my panties and took off his boxers, freeing his erection. My jaw dropped. Never in my life had I seen anyone as large as Andy. I gulped as he leaned over me and thrust himself inside of me. I cried out in pain at the sudden penetration, but as he continued to thrust, I became accostomed to his size.

"I'm close," Andy grunted as his thrusts quickened.

I flipped us over so that I was able to ride him. A look of impressed suprise planted itself on Andy's face.

"I like being on top," I whispered to him.

I felt my walls closing around him and I moaned in ecstasy as I reached my climax for the second time. As I climaxed, Andy release into me, moaning loudly as he did so. I roled off of him and stared up at the ceiling.

I looked over at Andy and saw a look that was near sadness on his face.

"What is it?" I asked, out of breath.

"You're human," he responded, his voice sounding distant.

"So?"

"You'll grow old and die," Andy explained, simply.

"And you'll never age," I sighed.

Andy was the first person- well, demon technially- that I've had any feelings for. I didn't want to be eighty-five and have him looking the same as he does now. He would lose all interest in me.

"Change me," I said.

"What?"

"Change me into a demon. I have no real family that would care if I were to dissapear. Besides, I want to continue this thing we have- whatever it is."

"Okay," Andy said, giving me a small smile, "but you have to trust me."

He reached over to the side table where an ancient knife with Latin engravings on it lay.

"Do you trust me?" he asked as he held the blade in his hand.

I nodded my head. Andy gave me a kiss on the lips and I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I looked down and noticed the knife was in my stomach, but no blood was coming out. What looked like a misty blue essence escaped from my wound and entered the blade. A black mist was emitted from the knife and entered my stomach.

Andy removed the knife from my stomach and the wound immediately healed. I felt stronger, more courageous, and more alert. If this was what it was like to be a demon, then I liked it.

Notes

Here ya go. I hope you liked the ending. I've never written any fantasy stuff before, so sorry if the ending wasn't good :/