It... he... was everywhere. That presence. I felt him, and in the beginning I could only faintly see him, a faint almost holographic figure lurking in the shadows. I started feeling a connection. The presence was so strong, but I knew I had to be the only one that could see him. Campus security would have ran him off a long time ago. Finally one night as I left the back door of the Witherspoon Women's Dormitory, I stepped outside and knew immediately he was there, waiting. Any normal person would have been scared or creeped out of their wits. I couldn't tell you why, but I wasn't. I felt strangely connected to this... entity.. that seemed to be seeking me. The closer he came to me, the more solid his figure became.
"What are you?" I wispered, feeling his breath on my neck.
"I'm not so sure anymore," he quietly replied.
"Meet me tomorrow," I said. I was in a hurry, having to attend an art show, but I had to talk to him more. I had to know what he was.
"Follow the trail in the woods when you wake. I will be there," he said. His voice was hypnotic and dark.
I had become all but human. The more fixated and fascinated with her I became, the stranger my life became. I began to feel emotion. I began to see as the humans saw, and to feel the sensation of things when I touched them. I gained so much but I was losing what I was. I had no power over events. I could not control fate anymore than any of the strange beings walking around me. My mind pondered in a way that it never had, and it was giving me a headache... speaking of which... PAIN! Not a big fan...
Leaning against the old delapidated barn, I saw her walking through to the clearing, pushing flyaway branches out of her path. She came. I have no idea why, but she came. I met her, and took her hand. The feel of it... electrifying, but what would I give up for it? I liked my old life.
"So what are you?" she finally said. I had prepared my answer for this question, but remember I was completely new at dealing with human emotion, so it was very hard for me to actually speak it aloud to Raina.
"I am.. a demon. An evil spirit. Or at least I once was. I cause bad things to happen."
She must have believed me, because she let her grip of my hand slip, and she looked away.
"It's what I do, Raina. I keep balance."
"Why do you seek me? Am I going to die soon?"
I couldn't help but to laugh.
"Nothing like that," and we talked for hours about what had happened over the past few weeks.
It didn't take long before I was completely enthralled with Dimitri. I didn't know why he had fixated on me, a student at a small Liberal arts college in the middle of nowhere, but I was strangley comfortable with it. In fact, I felt mysterious and wanted. He reveled in touching me, as if every contact was a new sensation.