PABLO: Water, water, water* switches on the light* Shit!!! Layla? Why are you here in the dark?
LAYLA: It's my house and I can sit here in the dark.
PABLO: Point taken, why are you still up?
LAYLA: I can't sleep.
PABLO: Insomnia?
LAYLA: No! I just can't sleep.
PABLO: *hits forehead*
You know it's the same thing, I wonder what you use your brain for; what's that you're eating?
LAYLA:Food, obviously.
PABLO: The one John brought?
LAYLA: YUP! It's actually really tasty.
PABLO: Really, can I have a bite?
LAYLA: You don't mind eating the food brought by a "desperate" guy??
PABLO: Air quote all you want, I'm eating that food with you, so we can go back to sleep together.
LAYLA: *hearty laughter* okay mum.
PABLO: You wish I was your mum.
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*OMINOUS MUSIC*
JOHN: The lights are still on?! Normal people are asleep at this hour, then again Layla isn't normal, one of the many things I like about her *giggles* stupid bitch! Thinks she's all that
*clattering of plates*
LAYLA: Pa, Pa Pa blo… something's is wrong, everything is getting muzzy, I can't feel my face, I can't move
*trying to move from the table she falls hard to the ground* I can't move
PABLO: Drugged! The food!!!!!
*everything getting muzzy*
I can't move either. John that lowlife, son of a …
*John cutting in*
JOHN: You're not supposed to be here, now I have two people to kill, ugh! Hi Layla, I see you enjoyed the food *maniacal laughter* glare all you want Pablo, I'm not here for you.
PABLO: How'd you get in here?
JOHN: The kitchen door is never locked.
PABLO: How would you know that??
JOHN: *grin* I'm a stalker it's what we do
LAYLA: That's what a stalker would say.
PABLO: That's what he said dummy, wait Layla, you don't lock your own house?
LAYLA: That's not the problem, we can't move!!!John, you knew I'd NEVER!!! Have anything to do with you and you decided that with drugging me you'd stand a chance?
*hearty laughter*
JOHN: SHUT UP!! The drug was supposed to knock you out cold seeing as you can still talk, I should have used the whole bottle; Layla I love you, I've always loved you.
PABLO: Wow! So you're really obsessed????? This is all shades of wrong.
JOHN: No one asked you.
LAYLA: *SCOFFS* But you'd rather rape me? Is that your idea of love?
JOHN: *EYES TWICTHING* love? *giggles*
this is love!!! This is the only way you'll see me.
PABLO: Great, we've seen you, now what? We obviously know you're a creep who should be in the hospital receiving treatment and not roaming about pretending like you're normal because clearly your head is messed up!
LAYLA: *whispering* you're not helping!!!!!!! It'll only make him angry and want to kill you! Faster.
PABLO: How could you not sense that the food was drugged?
LAYLA: Look, now isn't the time to pin blames, it may look bad, but once the drug wears off and I can control my body, I'll kill him.
PABLO: Layla this doesn't look bad, it is bad, What if… I don't know, maybe we're dead before you get control of your body?!!! You're a wolf do something.
LAYLA: I can't.
PABLO: Great, the onetime your powers are needed they're not functioning; now this creep has two people to kill!
LAYLA: Told you he was on some weird shit, HA! I was right, he is obsessed
PABLO: *sighs heavily* Layla, is that important? He…
*John cuts in*
JOHN: Now too see what's so special about you that you kept rejecting me? *yanks his pants down, tearing her Polka dots night gown leaving her stark naked* you barely have any flesh *smirks*
PABLO: My goodness he is well built everywhere.
LAYLA: Really?? I'm glad you're enjoying this, you're not the one he wants; he wants to rape me, John! Don't you dare, JOHN!!!!!!!! *still unable to move* Stop!
JOHN: Try and stop me, oh wait, you can't move; Layla, awww you're so quiet now, how do you feel being naked in front of the very person you rejected? Because I feel exhilarated*smirks*
LAYLA: *gnashing* when I get control of my body, you'll be sorry( tears rolls down her cheeks staring into the eyes of John who seems happy sleeping with her paralyzed) PSCHYOPATH!!!!!!!!!!!!
*sobs rather loudly*
JOHN: Ouhhhh, feisty, should I go fast or slow? *giggling* Aren't you going to beg? Or stop me?
LAYLA: NO!
* sobbing*
JOHN: Stubborn till the end…I see this is how you want it, you shall get it … well, I'll make this a night you'll never forget, I see how you're crying tears of joy, I must say I like it ,it's turning me on and just making you irresistible
*laughing with traces of lunacy*
SUDDENLY
*There's a rush of wind, lights flickering, trees whispering and then, ABSOLUTE DEAFENING SILENCE*
* John is in the air, held up by what is not seen but felt and trembling in fear he mutters*
JOHN: What are you?
BELIAL: YOU ARE DEAD!
*eyes are as hot and flaming as hell, his wings are dark gray, his long brown hair turns black and his horns sprout out sharp and pointy as spears*
we will meet in hell!
(Grabbing him by the throat, John still half naked trying the free himself from Belial's grip, Belial sucking his soul, till every life in John was gone)
BELIAL: This world is filled with lots of lowlifes , are you okay??? LAYLA!!!!
*sighs and grunts*
* Layla shocked and in tears*
LAYLA: Belial, what are you?
PABLO: oh my GOD!, What in hell's name are you ?
*in shock, with his mouth wide open*
Jesus , he's a freaking DEMON.
BELIAL: I know what I am; do you know what you are?
*smirks*
so this is my key home? The powerful Marquis of hell sobbing like she's about to die? HA! Pathetic.
LAYLA: I was drugged!
BELIAL: *arrogantly speaking*
Excuses, excuses, excuses …what possible drug is able to weaken a so-called MARCHOSIAS.
*Scoffs*
And you are supposed to be some sort of key, MY KEY…What a joke ,well I saved your pathetic life, well that being said I have saved you, now you owe me not just owe me I own your life now…so now TAKE ME HOME, I just hope I don't regret it.