The Demon Within

Birthday Behavior

I have hated my birthday for 16 years now. I never wanted to celebrate something horrible seems to happen the day I was born. At five my father walked out on me and my mom and at 18 my moms' beautiful soul was taken from me. But today I turn 21 and Ciala was making me "live my best life" as she would say.

Ciala has been my best friend since I turned 16. She was about 5'6 with black hair that stopped just below her shoulders because she was constantly cutting it and claiming it was a pain in the ass to maintain. Which I truly believed because her hair had a mind of its own and it didn't help that she was African American and Mexican so her hair was thick, curly and long before she started cutting it off. She had dark brown eyes and tanned skin and she was on the slimmer side of the spectrum with her long legs small waistline and flat stomach she did have a big butt but she was apart of the itty bitty titty committee as I like to say.

"Jay are you ready to go its almost 10 and I want to get going and start drinking already" Ciala whined out while walking into my room. "Damn girl you look hot!" She cat called while I stared at myself in the mirror doing one more look over to make sure I actually look decent. I had on black skinny jeans a white tank top with a black jacket over it and black pumps with spikes on. My dyed silver hair was kind of curly but straight at the same time with a frizzy look to it that I loved on my self my eyes looked like a dull hazel color which I was fine Ciala said they lost their color when I lost my mom I had my sperm donor to thank for the eye color with him being Puerto Rican but the rest was all my moms doing from her caramelized skin tone to my short frame. My mom was 5'1 and African American with the most gorgeous brown eyes anyone had ever laid eyes on. I looked just like her but with different eye color and a lighter skin tone. "You know I swung that way I would totally say skip the club and do you on this bed right now." She said snapping me out my thoughts and looking at her while she moved her eyebrows up and down suggestively.

I laughed at her "Shut up and lets go before I change my mind." I said while shaking my head and grabbing my bag next to her and looking inside to make sure my all-white Jordans were in the bag. It was bad enough I was going to a club but I was not under any circumstances going through hell with my heels on the whole entire time.

"Fine whatever" she said as she rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue at me. "The uber is outside let's get wasted before I decide I want to strangle your boring ass." With that said she hopped off the bed ushered us outside my house and into the car telling the driver where to drop us off at. I just knew tonight was going to be a long night.

The moment the Uber parked I was being pulled into the club and towards the bar. Ciala just dead ass skipped the line and did not care. When we reached the bar I gave her a look and she just shrugged then flagged down the bartender. "6 tequila shots" she yelled to the bartender and sent him a wink.

I whipped my head towards her so quickly it could have fell off my shoulders. "OH HELL NO! ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?" I screamed into her ear.

"Nope, just trying to make you live a little." Then shoved a shot into my hand and tapped the bottom of it signaling for me drink up I groaned but took the shot anyway. "Feel better now?" She asked while smirking at me I just rolled my eyes and took the other two shots while she took her three.

MGK "the break up" started playing and I dragged her to the dance floor to start dancing. I absolutely loved this song. I started swaying my hips to the beat of the song completely absorbed in my own world. When the song ended I didn't find Ciala near me on the dance floor and assumed she was probably was somewhere in one of the back rooms with some guy. So I headed back to the bar. I took a seat on one of the bar stools and figured I should just wait here for Ciala she should be back and in a few minutes anyway.

"So what can I get a pretty lady like you to drink?" The bartender asked while giving me a smile. He was pretty cute with green eyes and brown hair.

"How about vodka with cranberry juice." I whispered in his ear as I leaned over the counter and then back with a flirtatious smile still playing on my lips. He gulped and nodded his head while running to get my drink. When he returned with my drink I just turned around in my seat and finally took in my surroundings.

It was a nice club they had a huge dance floor with people grinding, booths off to the side. the theme of the place seems to be granite and white and which screamed class and money. I turned back to the bar and the stool next to me was pulled out and the person sitting next to me sat a little to close to me for comfort.

He signaled for the other bartender who scurried over to him with haste. "Get me a glass of Crown XO." He demanded and the bartender scurried off with a slight nod of his head and a mere yes sir.

"That was rude." I said turning my head to look at him completely as he turned his attention towards me. To say he was fine would have been an understatement. He had jet black hair, nice tanned skin, and was kind of lean but you could still tell he worked out and there was at least a six-pack he was hiding under that button-up shirt, and tattoos leading up his neck. I almost drooled looking at the tattoos. I had weaknesses and that was one of them what was I thinking he looked like a giant s*x weakness.

"And why does it matter to you." He growled out. I just shook my head and was going to order another drink when we made eye contact. And at that moment I thought I had one too many drinks because I could have sworn I seen his eyes change color they went from a light brown to black. But my alcohol tolerance is really high so I doubt that.

So I did what any rational person would do without showing him I was intimidated I just walked away and went to search for a bathroom. About five minutes later I finally found one. It was relatively empty only with one person being in one of the stalls and stood in front of one of the sink mirrors. Trying to figure out what I just witnessed. I looked at myself trying to talk myself down and that it was just the lighting when the lights started flickering in the bathroom. I looked up at the ceiling but stopped midway when I seen my eyes in the mirror. They were black it looked my pupil expanded over my entire eye. I looked like a damn demon I stumbled away from the sink only for my back to collide with someone. I was shaking and shaking hard. What the hell is happening to me. The person I collided with made me look into the mirror and then look up into their eyes.

"Scared of something mate." He stated while smirking down at me he had one hand on my hip and the other came to grip my jaw and forced me to look at myself again as he kissed up and down my neck. He removed my jacket as I stayed frozen and continued to kiss from my shoulder to neck again. When he repeated the process again I shivered when he reached my shoulder blade. He made eye contact with me in the mirror kissed there again and when I shivered again he gave a devilish smile and bit me hard causing me to scream until he took the hand that was gripping my jaw and covered my mouth.