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Title: And there was Light
Rating: T
Genre(s): Romance/Supernatural
Summary: Once upon a midnight detour, Light encountered a Demon. She ran. He let her. She tried to forget. He watched her. She recovered. He decided he was tired of waiting.
A/N:New story, hope you enjoy. Sorry about Bry for those of you waiting for that, but I can't seem to find the inspiration. I'm hoping writing this will help. It seems like this one will be a lot of fun as well. Reviews are greatly appreciated
Light wasn’t sure what she was thinking when she decided that a little detour through the local cemetery would be a good idea. In fact, she was fairly certain that she had to have been completely insane to even consider the idea to be a good one.
However, people do strange things when the sun goes down and Light was not an exception. Generally, she wasn’t known for her adventurous side, but there must have been something in the air or perhaps it was the fact that it was a full moon that had driven her to enter the local resting place for the deceased.
Nevertheless, here she stood, just inside the gate to her local cemetery, with every intention of turning back around and sprinting back to her ordinary, safe, not scary route home from her university courses.
But it really was an awfully long way back.
She had spent the entire morning and afternoon teaching young children how to join up their letters and then spent the entire evening correcting their maths tests from last week (which she really should have completed a while ago). Soon afterwards she was treated to a three hour university art course and quite frankly, she was exhausted.
She did not want to make the rather long return trip required to take the alternate route home.
She did need to buy herself a car, or at least a bicycle, and quickly.
Honestly, it was only a cemetery anyway, and the only residents here were already dead. They couldn’t really do anything to her.
Light took a tentative step forward. Unfortunately, a twig broke under her shoes and she abruptly took two rather large steps backwards, pressing herself against the suddenly ominous looking gate that led into the graveyard.
She took a couple of deep breaths to calm herself.
‘It was just a twig, a damn, stupid, fucking twig.’
She was lucky her grade school students couldn’t read her thoughts when she was particularly stressed. She didn’t want to lose her job after all.
Steeling herself and determined not to turn back again, she straightened her back and ventured forward another step.
There was no snap this time.
Sighing in relief, and realising how ridiculous it was for doing so over a twig, she took a couple more steps.
When there was no immediate threatening reaction from the environment around her, she gained confidence and began walking in a more relaxed manner, although at a rather more brisk pace than normal. She still wasn’t very keen on staying too long in the area.
There was nothing especially remarkable about this particular cemetery, rows of tombstones lined the damp earth and various dirt paths could be seen snaking between the graves.
Light began to relax slightly; there wasn’t really anything awful there after all. Sure it was at night and the light of the full moon made the trees look like monsters from a nightmare, sure there was what looked like a noose hanging from one of the spindly branches, sure the rows of grey, bleak tombstones had disgustingly slimy green moss growing all over them and sure she was walking on what had to be hundreds of dead bodies.
Really, all in all, the cemetery was quite a pleasant place.
Light discovered that she was very bad at making herself feel better.
She sped up her pace when an owl hooted overhead. She didn’t really understand why an owl would be living near a place such as this, but she didn’t appreciate it’s presence with her nerves in the state that they were.
The graveyard was very large, she had to have been walking at a rather quick pace for a good ten minutes and the exit was still nowhere in sight. Around her, the many shadows that were cast by the moon seemed to be looming over her menacingly.
Light never realized how intimidating her own shadow could be.
After another fifteen minutes of walking, she at long last, arrived at the gate on the other side of the cemetery.
‘Finally,’ she thought, ‘I can finally get out of this damn place.’
As she neared the gate however, she was struck by a horrible sense of foreboding, as if something was horribly wrong. It was so strong, that she almost turned around and bolted off back to where she had started but common sense held her there and strengthened her resolve.
‘It’s only my imagination again. Nothing to be afraid of.’
And with that thought implanted firmly inside her head, she stepped out of the cemetery, and promptly ran into a firm chest.
She screamed from a combination of her already shot nerves and the shock of suddenly running into a person in the dark.
Except people didn’t usually have such vividly red eyes, or red eyes at all for that matter.
In the dark, she couldn’t really make out the features of the person she had run into very clearly, but from what she could see of his broad, muscular frame and stature, he was definitely male. The only feature that she could make out clearly where his eyes, eyes that looked like blood.
“Oh for fuck’s sake, don’t tell me you’re a demon.” Light blurted out before she could stop herself. She almost slapped herself in the face. Of all the ridiculous things she could say…
The man only chuckled amusedly, a deep velvety sound which would have caused her knees to buckle if she had met him anywhere other than where they currently where.
“And what if I told you I was?”
His voice was much the same, low and husky, almost a purr.
“I’d probably pull out the pepper spray in my bag and empty it into your eyes before kicking you in the balls and running away.”
The man laughed, and it infuriated her how sexy he sounded even when he was mocking her.
“You’re a strange one.” He commented, “I must admit, as much as you’re answer disturbs me slightly, it is refreshing for someone to show such courage towards me.”
Light raised an eyebrow, “I’m not surprised that people would be afraid of you if all you do is camp out in the shadows near cemeteries and jump people as they walk past.”
“Yes, well it is nice to see someone who doesn’t try to run from me or jump me when they first meet me.”
“Jump you? A bit arrogant aren’t we?”
The man chuckled, “Yes well, I speak only from experience.”
Light realised that she was spending quite a lot of time talking to a stranger, someone who she had never met before.
“Say, what’s your name?”
She couldn’t be sure, but she was almost certain that he smirked.
“Demon”
Light frowned, “You know, that joke is over, you can drop it.”
The man remained silent, and Light realised that he was serious.
“Oh, oh wow, that’s uh- quite an unusual name.”
“And you are quite an unusual girl, tell me, isn’t it custom to give your own name when you ask of someone else’s?
Light wasn’t sure whether that was an insult or a compliment, but she decided to answer his question anyways, for politeness sake.
“My name is Light.”
The man chuckled, “How interesting, it seems you have quite an interesting name as well.”
Light flushed, silently thanking the darkness for covering her red cheeks, “Indeed.”
“Demon and Light, quite the contrast don’t you think?”
Light did not like his tone of voice.
“Sure, if you like.” She answered warily.
The man laughed again, and she cursed herself when she almost shivered at the sound. For all she knew, he could be a serial killer who enjoyed a good conversation with his victims before he struck.
The man stepped closer to her, and she in turn, took a step backwards.
The man chuckled, “Are you afraid of me, Light?” Her name rolled off his tongue smoothly and she shuddered.
“N-no,” she cleared her throat, “Why would you ask that?”
“No reason,” the man’s, no, Demon’s unusual eyes glittered strangely, “But you should be.”
Light knew it, he was a serial killer, and she was his latest victim. Oh god, she was too young and pretty to die.
“A-and why is that exactly?” She was almost too afraid to ask.
“You tell me.”
Demon raised his hand and clicked his fingers and a nearby streetlight which had been broken flickered to life.
Instantly, the area was bathed in the artificial glow of the streetlight and it became very clear to Light as to why she should be afraid of him.
She had thought that his eyes were strange but had been able to dismiss it as contact lenses, but there was no way in which she could dismiss the large black wings extending out from the man, no, the demon’s back.
Demon smirked.
‘And this is where you run.’
And run she did, faster than she ever had before, she pushed past the demon and towards the safety of her home, but not before taking out her pepper spray and unloading the lot into the poor demon’s face, causing a rather colourful string of expletives to erupt from his mouth.
Demon stared after the back of the fleeing girl and smiled darkly.
She had certainly been interesting, he had expected her to burst out into tears or simply run away, but she had made good on her promise and had let him have it with her pepper spray.
Not that it had done much; his eyes were made of tougher stuff than that of a mere human’s. He had let her get away.
Demon had a feeling that they would be meeting again soon. He would make sure of it, but for now, he would simply watch her.
Let her have some time for the moment.
She may not know it yet, but she was his now.
