I pulled away quickly.

“I'm sorry... I can't. N-nor yet,” My eyes watered, and I looked away. I couldn't do this, I would feel like a whore; or more like a whore. I didn't want to hurt all the guys like this.

“It's okay, Kitty. I understand,” Johnny pulled me close again, but just into a hug. He didn't want to push his limits with me. I was thankful for that.

“Thank you, Johnny,” I said quietly as I leaned into his chest.

“Maybe some other time, but you're to new to the family. Give us all a chance, open up to us, we're all great guys. We'll go to the end of the world to please a gorgeous girl like you,” He said quietly. My eyes widened, but I didn't say anything. Nothing needed to be said.

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Later that night, we were sitting on the couch watching, the 1982 film 'The Thing'. I screamed at the top of lungs and his into him, trembling in fear. He chuckled and wrapped his arm protectively around me and shut the movie off.

“Why don't we get you to bed?” He asked softly, I nodded, about to fall asleep on him. He chuckled as he lifted me up off of the couch and took me to the room I would be staying in. I really didn't care what it looked like, I just wanted to sleep. I could customize it later, when I was fully rested.

I felt Johnny lay me down on the bed, kiss my forehead, and then I heard him quietly leave the room. I was out like a light after that.

I ran for my life down the bright sunlit road. No one was driving on it, which was odd. Someone was always driving on this road. It was usually a busy road. I didn't stop to ponder, I continued to run. Something or someone was chasing me, and I had to get away from it. I stared straight ahead, keeping in mind to stay agile. Whatever was following could be faster me and attack from the side. I quickly looked behind me, and it was then that the world seemed to cave in and I fell through.

I screamed the entire way down, until I fell onto a cushion. It was velvety and smooth. It felt nice. I laid there for a few minutes until I heard a deep growl. I jumped up and I looked around.

“Who's there?” I shouted out into the darkness.

“The King of Evil himself,” I heard someone chuckle. I spun around, trying to find this 'King', but I couldn't.

“T-the Devil?” I questioned. I heard a loud furious growl.

“No! Even the Devil is scared of I!” I gulped. This wasn't looking good.

“Please just come out,” I pleaded quietly. I didn't want to die. I heard a shuffling, it sounded like heavy feet move, almost like a beast. I also heard a chain rattling. So, this beast was chained up? What harm could he do me like that?

I looked around as fire lights started lighting up the room. As soon as the last two came on, I saw this gigantic beast chained up. Although, he really wasn't a beast, more of a demon. My breath caught in my throat. Where was I?

“Now now, Kitty, don't be afraid, I'm showing you something you must know,” I felt Johnny's hands grace my shoulders and his voice whisper in my ear. I gulped.

“Who is that?” I questioned softly.

“Matt's beast,” Was all he said. My eyes watered. He was terrifying, but at the same time, I has a strange urge to help him.

“Can I help him?”

“Oh indeed you can,” I heard a dark chuckle, and Brian came over. I looked at him.

“How?” I asked softly.

Brian answered, “You need to kill God and the angels, free our King, so he can find his queen and rule the City of Evil again,”

“The City of Evil?”

“Where we truly are from, where you will soon live with us,”

“This is just a dream! That place doesn't exist! Demons aren't real!” I whimpered. This was just a dream!

“Sorry, Princess, but you're wrong there. You need to get out of your human lies and let one of us change you to a creature of evil. You need to help us,” Zacky came out and said.

I shook my head, “No! I can't,”

“You have to,” 

I would not.

As soon as I was fully awake, I quickly packed a few clothes and peeked my head out the door, then quietly made my way down to the front door. I looked around.

I breathed a sigh of relief and raced out of the house. I would never help them. I didn't believe in the shit.

I ran for miles, or what felt like that. Once I knew I was away from the place, I started looking around, to see where I was.

I noticed a bar, so I went there with my bag on my shoulder. I could use the atmosphere, I sat down at the bar, my bag slipping directly under my feet, so I could feel if anyone was going to take it.

I sat next to a guy with black hair and those thick black squared glasses, that I always thought looked goofy, but he made them look good. He glanced over at me and smiled brightly. I blushed slightly and looked away. I could hear him give a low chuckle.

The bartender asked what I wanted to drink and I just said a water, because that would be the only thing for free. Soon enough I had a water sitting in front of me. I stared down at it, thoughts racing through my head.

“Hey, little pup, what's up with you?” I looked over to the guy who smiled at me. I blinked. “Yea, I'm talking to you,”

“A lot, actually,” I spoke quietly; could he be a demon too? 

“Well, how about you order an actual drink and let's talk,”

“I don't think you'll ever believe me,”

“Well, my little pup, why don't we go back to my house, and we can talk more,” He paused. “I promise we won't won't do anything, just talk,” He reassured. For some reason I had that feeling we weren't JUST going to talk, but I needed something to distract me, and this good-looking man was going to help me.