Heaven And Hell

Author's note: This is my first time publishing a story here. I wanted to experiment a little and see how this does. A warning for religious readers, this story contains heavy Satanic themes. This story also will not contain a huge number of sex scenes, at least in the beginning. Depending on feedback, I may add more as the story picks up. Other than that, to any readers, thank you for taking the time to read this and let me know what you like, what you don't like and if you'd like to see more.

I blink groggily. My eyelids are heavy and my body doesn’t want to move. But I know I need to. It’s a good day today, after all. It’s Christmas Day! Or Yule for the nonbelievers, myself included. But something makes me pause. There’s a weight in the bed next to me. And I feel breathing on my neck. As I comprehend this fact, my blood runs cold and I freeze. The person is unmoving. The breathing is deep and even, relaxed. Who is it? The horror stories I’ve listened to come to mind, bringing with it images of Skinwalkers. Taking a deep, quiet breath and reasoning with myself that if it’s a Skinwalker, I’m already dead, I steel my resolve and slowly start to extricate myself from my blankets and bed. I want to be sure of who it is before I wake them. I slowly and smoothly raise one side of the blanket, rolling out from under the covers. I put my feet and catch myself as I fall out of the bed. I lower the covers behind me, careful not to disturb the sleeping figure. As my eyes adjust to the darkness, my breath catches. It’s a girl. She looks about my age, her long, fiery red hair pooling on the pillow. My mind races with thoughts, the most prominent of which being How in the nine circles of Hell did she get here? I can’t get my parents, opening the door would probably wake her up. I can’t do much of anything without the risk of waking her. As I’m pondering what to do, I hear her breathing catch. I freeze again, looking at her. She opens an eye. She sits bolt upright. She looks at me, rubs her eyes to clear them of rheum. Then, her eyes widen and points an accusatory finger at me. ‘Who the fuck are you and what did you do to me?’ She asks in a loud, harsh tone. A part of me worries that we might wake up my parents, but at this point, that would be a good thing. I can’t blame her tone, given the situation. ‘I might ask you the same question, except, who the fuck are you and how did you get here?’ I ask. ‘You first.’ She says, her voice losing some of it’s harshness. ‘I’m Will. As far as what I did to you, I woke up and got out of bed.’ ‘Nothing…nothing else?’ She asks. I shake my head. ‘Promise. I have no idea who you are or how you got here and I’d rather appreciate an explanation if you don’t mind?’ I say, trying to calm the situation. She visibly relaxes, but remains suspicious. ‘Hailey. Sorry for the shouting, I’ve never woken up in a stranger’s bed, you know?’ I snort at that. Then I frown. ‘Wait…....Hailey?’