31 Days with the Devil

Blair is an ordinary girl, working as a journalist. New Years Day, she is called back to work. Furious, she storms into her boss' office only to find his rather good looking son.
Throughout the day, she finds herself surrounded by extremely good looking men, although, they were all demons.
Demons aren't supposed to fall in love with humans, but we can only guess that rules are at some point supposed to be broken.

*WARNING* contains quite a bit of dialogue.
(We also give credit and belonging to parts which are from the game '10 days with the Devil')


7. Chapter 7

Blair's P.O.V

I shiver as a cold draft comes from the open door Flynn is standing at. I come closer to see an outside balcony and connected is a rusted metal staircase that leads to a parking space. At the bottom I can just make out a number of expensive cars. Psh, of course these guys have expensive cars. Flynn walks out of the door carelessly whilst mumbling a sound which makes me follow. He drowsily thumps down the metal stairs pulling out a set of car keys and pushes a button, the lights of a black SUV strobe twice before making a clicking sound.  

"Wait, so where are we going now?" I question Flynn as we enter his car.

"We're going to my flat. All the others live together but I moved out, I still spend most of my time at the estate, though, my room there is only temporary." He starts the car and moves off quickly. "I moved out because the guys were loud and I needed my sleep." Well of course he does...

"Um, well my name is Blair Hendrickson, if you're wondering," I try to start a lame conversation and he doesn't even pay attention. I try again. "You can call me Blair?"

"That won't do," he says flatly and I look up at him with frustration.

"And why not?"

"I'm really bad at remembering names, my name is Flynn Kurobane though. You can call me Flynn." The car comes to a hault, so, his flat isn't as far as I thought it'd be. We both unbuckle ourselves before walking towards his flat. The little, one-story house in front of us doesn't look too bad. Other than the paint being weathered and peeling off in spots it looks quite decent. Flynn pushes the lock button on his car keys and walks toward the house door. He pulls the welcome mat up, picks up a silver key and opens the door to his flat. 


"Well this is it," Flynn picks up his shoes and puts them on the shoe rack before turning to face me. His flat is actually really detailed in the inside. The wallpaper is dark blue and has the image of a symmetrical pattern with a modern kind of twist. There's also a small, wooden coffee table placed in front of a small television and an old, green antique sofa faded at the spots where Flynn had been sitting. There is a full length mirror in the entryway giving out my reflection. Shit! I'm still wearing the tatty skirt from today, and my hair! It's a mess! I gasp at my looks and Flynn lets out a sigh.

"What is it with girls and appearances? You look fine." I am almost flattered, but I'm not sure if he was complimenting me or not.

"Well," he says embarrassed. "I'm going to sleep, there are old clothes in the cupboard over there if you want. And you can sleep on the sofa, seeya." 

"Wait!" I'm not sure why I said that, but something in me urged for him to stay. 

"What?" He replies irritably. 

"Um, c-can we talk a little more?" What the fuck Blair!? 

"Why...?" He's curious now, and I can see his lip curling just the slightest.

"Well, I only have 31 days left, don't you think we should get to know each other better? And besides, I have plenty of questions I need to ask you..." 

"It's a hassle," Flynn's growing smirk fades. 

"Oh..." I look down at my feet. 

"It's a waste of time, besides I'm sleepy," He hesitates a second. "Bye." Then he starts down the hallway. But he stops and comes back.

"Look at me."

"Huh?" I am so confused. 

"Just look at me," he takes my face in his hands, I look through his glasses and into his eyes. Then he head-butts me and a blank vision clouds my mind. Ouch! 

"What was th-"

"Just look at me," he repeats calmly. "What do you see?" 

"I see nothing! Just your extremely close eyes okay!? Well, my mind went a little white but that's it."

"You're... weird," he drops his hands a moves back. "My powers don't work on you. I've never met a girl like you, I don't get it." 

"I'm the one doesn't get it here! And why are you staring at me like that? What's this power you're talking about?" I was close to yelling. But this time, Flynn only turns his back and walks into the darkness of the corridor. I could only stand and stare. "Oww..." My head is throbbing from the collision and I think I might start to cry.


Finally, I grab a pair of Flynn's old checkered trousers and a white t-shirt. I throw myself onto the sofa like I'm heavy weight and curl up like a ball. Staring at the ring on my finger, I wonder what it would be like to be a demon, killing innocents. What the hell am I thinking? Today has made me mad, I have to get to sleep...  And just as if my mind obeyed me for once, I fell asleep. 



Authors note - 

Hanna basically did 3/4 of this chapter or even more so thank her guys! We have updated 2 days in a row! It would really help us a lot if you guys commented some feedback on our writing and story. :) -Monica




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