I ran. My thighs were screaming at me as I pushed myself further into the forest. I couldn't stop running. The horrid feeling of being followed was increasing, and as much as I wanted to stop and just end this nightmare, I couldn't. I screamed as a figure appeared in front of me. His white hair hung in his face, and his bright red eyes stared deep into my soul. I tried to pry myself away from his intense gaze, but all I could do was keep staring. I collapsed to the cold ground, reveling in the feeling of rest.

"Savanna," his voice whispered. It was deep, and yet angelic at the same time. I looked up to see him smirk. He licked his lips as he pulled me to my feet. That's when I noticed the mark. The two horns on his neck. I forced myself backwards, only to bump into six more guys. They all stared at me as if it was dinner time, and I was the main course. I backed up and began to panic. "Don't run, child." I shook my head frantically as voices began to clash together. "You belong to me!"

I jolted up, panting heavily. Sweat joined my shirt to my skin as I looked around my darkened room. I couldn't think straight. The feeling of those red eyes boring into mine still lingered in my mind. His voice, his expression... both belonged to a demon. A really attractive demon, but a demon nonetheless. I stood up and recoiled as I felt the cold wooden floor beneath my feet. Goosebumps raced up my body as I shivered in the embrace of a cold fall wind. I pulled my blanket tighter around my shoulders, and headed for the balcony.

The voices were still ringing in my ears. I couldn't decide whether I should be concerned about the dream, and yet I knew the answer. I, being a fallen angel myself, had dreams like this often and thought nothing of it. I figured it was normal for fallen angels to have dreams like this. I opened the door wider and stepped out. It was a few weeks before Halloween, and I still didn't know what I was going to do. I hated social activities that didn't allow me to be the center of attention.

"You belong to me!" The chilling phrase still resonated in my ears. I tried to calm my racing heart down while I looked out over the neighborhood. The street looked empty, and yet I still had the feeling that someone was watching.

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"You're being silly, Savanna," I told myself. "Just go back to bed and get rest." I nodded my head at the advice and headed back to my room. I stopped, frozen in place as my gaze landed on something that didn't belong. A guy. In my room. He smirked as he proceeded to step closer to me.

"Hello, princess." he said, a cold glint gleaming in his eyes. I shook my head and began to back slowly away.

"How did you get in?" I asked, scared to guess the identity of the stranger. He chuckled before grabbing my arm and pulling me close. I coughed as the burnt smell from his clothes reached my nose. His red eyes seemed to reach into my soul, sucking out every ounce of strength and agency I possessed.

"Don't be afraid," he cooed. "I won't hurt you, yet." Strangely, the last word didn't reassure me. I pushed myself away, feeling a slight power surge flow through my body.

"Get out." I ordered. He chuckled again before pulling away and heading to the window.

"You'll thank me later," he said simply. Without another word, he turned and jumped. I blinked and shook my head. How did his voice get stuck in my head so easily? I pulled the blanket tighter around me as I curled up in bed. I wanted to forget that anything had happened.

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I raced into my classroom right as the bell rung, and silently groaned as the teacher gave me a death glare. Her glasses sat on the end of her nose, reminding me of a grumpy librarian. Her annoying high pitched voice grated on my ears.

"You're late." she said, as if I wasn't already aware of the fact.

"I think I'm aware of that," I sassed back, not in the mood for her lectures. "I had something more important to do." I heard the class go silent as I returned the authority's death glare with my own. She clenched the marker as I took my sweet time getting to my seat. I sat and smirked, crossing my arms defiantly. That's right old lady, try and send me to detention.

"Detention!" she screamed. I laughed and nodded.

"It would be my pleasure." I grabbed my bag and headed out into the hall. I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride rising in my chest. I had all of eternity to do this. If Heaven didn't want me, and the Devil didn't want me, I'd be happy to roam around here... forever.

I turn the corner and immediately bumped into a hard object. I looked up from the ground to see a guy with white hair looking down at me. His scarlet gaze was cold as stone, and yet I could catch a glimpse of something more. I gasped as black-feathered wings began to unfurl behind him. They folded slightly before spreading out fully, casting a monstrous shadow on me. I couldn't speak, or think. I was dumbstruck.

A demon was in my school.