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His Demon

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Jacob didn't know this was going to change his life, how could he have?
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1: The beginnging

I drove into my apartment's parking lot.

It was a sleek white and grey building, a modern look.

I stepped out of my car, walking up to my apartment.

My grandmother, an old woman with graying hair that was a shade close to my own, was waiting outside my apartment with a man I didn't know. My grandmother was wearing a nice blue dress, the dress she hadn't worn since my mother's wedding last spring. She had the same grey eyes as me and my mother.

The man on the other hand, was wearing a black suit, he had paired it with a dark red tie. His blonde hair was a few shades darker than mine and blue eyes almost like a freshwater stream, he had a large frame.

He glanced over at me. "Hey, I'm Aaron. I take it you are Jacob?"

I nodded. "Ya, I am."

"And you're Mrs. Patty's grandson?" He asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Uh..." I stuttered. "Ya, why?"

My grandmother stood up, her knees not cracking for once, and dusted off her dress. "Jake, I want you to go with Mr. Williams." She held my hand. "For me?"

"What?" I looked up at the man, Aaron. "What is she talking about?"

He sighed. "Maybe we should go somewhere more...Private..."

"Ya, sure," I said, digging in my jacket pocket to find my keys. "We can go into my apartment."

I opened the complex doors. "After you," I gestured into the door.

We walked into the complex and to the elevator, it was pretty awkward as we waited for the elevator to come down and on the way up. As soon as we walked in, I shoved some trash into a trash bag.

"Sorry for the mess," I said, throwing some cups in the sink. "Haven't had time to clean, go ahead and sit." I waved in the general area of my couch.

Aaron sat first, propping one knee on top of the other, then my grandmother. She crossed her legs at the ankles, still not a groan of pain.

I sat in the chair across from the couch. "So, what's going on?" I asked, leaning my elbows on my knees.

My mother sighed. "Mr. Williams is actually..." She paused.

"I am a demon," he said calmly, his voice natural like he was discussing the weather.