It all started 5 years ago.

What are you doing? who are you? why are you coming after me? I spoke those words for almost over a year in my dreams.

No one except for me knew what was happening to me. I never dared to tell those things to anyone.

I had this demonic fantasy since I was little. I wanted to become a demon something that so far didn't exist in the world. I tried so many times praying for myself for 2 years in a row wishing to convert myself into some kind of a demon and find myself a demon to satisfy myself with.

My dirty thoughts came alive in my dreams for almost after 2 years.

"I saw this man in dark blue and blood-red colour mixed clothes coming into my room, every night the moon shined. He would always kneel near my bed and gaze at me in a lustful manner. I could feel his cold breath which went down my spines making me shiver, but even if I tried I couldn't open my eyes nor ask him who he was."

Sometimes he would slide his hands through my hair in an affectionate manner making me want to jump out of my bed making me want to hug him tight, but I was stuck on my bed sleeping tightly.

The morning was never a good thing for me. Bloody tears had come out of my eyes every night. It was surprising at first but since it happened every day I was no longer surprised.

It was such a wonderful day, everything went well, and there was nothing to bother me. I was on my way home the sun had already gone down. The darkness was consuming the environment.

I was on my way home hoping to see him again in my dreams.

I was passing down in a dark alley, where no one seemed to be.

I was never scared because I always thought I was the dangerous one. I saw someone come out of the dark looking strangely familiar.

As I was stepping forward it was him the guy in my dreams. I felt my body paralyzing making me get on my knees. As I fell down he came running towards me.

For the first time, I saw his eyes. They were emerald red shining and gazing at me, He helped me up.

I was about to open my mouth to ask him something but he put his finger on my lips pushing me to the wall that was behind us. I could feel his cold body pressing on mine, "are you wondering who I am?"

I kept looking straight into his eyes like I was hypnotized by his gaze. As he said that I could feel his lips pressing on mine. It felt so good. I could feel that my desires are going to come true soon but I was already consumed by the void of his powers.

The moment I woke up, I was on my bed.

I still wasn't sure whether it was just my fantasy or not, but it felt so real.

I went into the bathroom to wash my face up, all my lipstick was smushed. I washed my face up and went into the living room to get more comfortable, to get this strange frustration out of my mind.

I filled up a glass of wine and grabbed a pallet of fruits, sat on my sofa and started sipping my wine. It had an odd taste to it but that taste was strangely addicting, I gulped down my glass.

I was already drunk by the taste of it.

It was not wine, wine never tasted like it.

I went to the kitchen again and looked at the wine rack. I remember taking out my favourite wine in row 5. I took the bottle out and it was not the same bottle it used to be there.

I didn't care what it was, I grabbed the bottle and sat on the kitchen table opening up the bottle and getting myself comfortable on the kitchen table.

The lights went out, and from the darkness, he appeared right in front of my face and grabbed the wine bottle which was in my hand and took a gulp of it.

"Are you trying to make yourself comfortable after what happened before?"

he took another sip of wine pressing his lips against mine, feeding me with the wine. The moment I got sunken in the feeling, The lights came back and he was gone. The wine bottle was on the table.

This time it was real, everything that happened in the past year was real. 

I took the bottle of wine and drank it all without even breathing once. I was completely drunk enough to destroy the things around me. My hands were covered in blood, drop by drop blood fell on the ground.

My blood had a strange but sweet addicting smell.

I could not control my hand which was coming near my mouth. I put my tongue out to lick it but someone grabbed my hand. It was not only once today but this was the third time today he appeared in front of my eyes, as his face came into my sight he smiled at me

"Can you not control yourself?" he asked.

What are you even asking me? You are the one who came into my life and started meddling with it. All sorts of strange things have happened to me since the day you appeared in my life.

Every day I wake up with bloodstains on my pillows. Do you have any answers for me though I did like the feeling you gave me I just can't bear this anymore?

"Can you not stop this?"

"You called me here and now you are asking me for reasons? What a strange girl you are.

"Stop trying to kill yourself first, you are still a human."

"If you keep doing stuff like this for yourself you will not last long." He talked to me in a lovable manner making my drunken heart melt."

He took my hand and led the way to the sofa. He made me sit and patted my head and went away for a while. I thought he disappeared from me again but surprisingly he came back to me with the first aid kit and sat beside me.

He cleaned my wounds using cotton wool but he started panicking as soon as he saw the plasters with patterns.

"Hey, for what do you use them for?" They are plasters I replied as I was getting soberer.

"No, they are not I have never seen something like this, how do you use it?"

"I can do it myself."

"Oh! you are sober now. Okay, then I will leave the rest to you." He told me and jumped out of the window.

I quickly went to the window and looked outside but he was nowhere to be seen.

I regretted how I talked to him. I wanted him with me but I lost him this time too. But why am I crying and thinking about him?

He is none of my concern anyway