"Look at him, look at me

That boy is bad and honestly

He's a wolf in disguise

But I can't stop staring in those evil eyes." - Lady Gaga, Monster

ceiling because when I wake up, I'm already in a cream-colored painted room, lying on the comfortable bed, its sheet tangled, smoothing my skin. The room overlooks, just like what I've seen earlier, the city of Brooklyn. The sky is still dark, with the stars scattered around and the glinting moon staring at me.

My eyes roam around the area and find a clock hanging on the wall just near the door. It's a digital clock and it reads 4:07 AM. Looking around I'm the only one in the room. The room is surprisingly neat. There's a polished brown cabinet pushed on the corner of the room and beside it, a four-story drawer. On top of the drawer is a couple of things, I think, the demon owns and on the wall is a large mirror. I can see my reflection in it; my hair is tousled, shirt is wrinkled, and even though I have slept and just woken up, I still look tired. Rubbing the sleep off my eyes, I swing my feet to the ground and cautiously walk and look outside through the window.

The city lights are surprisingly beautiful and just by looking at it, it makes me calm. From here I can see the Brooklyn Bridge – a bridge that connects the borough of Manhattan and Brooklyn, and it's perfect. The cables supporting the bridge has lights, glinting through the calmness of the night and a smile touches my lips. There are a lot of buildings, and through windows I can see their lights turned on, which adds to the beauty of the city. I don't know whether the demon appreciates this beauty, or Slate might have a different meaning for the word beauty, but this is perfect. I would like to thank him for bringing me here, but he's a demon. I'm an angel. It's my nature to be grateful, to be thankful. The moon glints and reflects through the East River, and the river is as calm as the night.

When I turn around, a gasp escapes my lips and I jump backwards, putting a hand on my chest, feeling my heart racing faster and I frown at the demon in front of me, who is currently leaning on the doorway as he watches me. Slate has an evil glint in his eyes, and a sly smile tugged on his lips. Currently he's wearing a simple t-shirt, torn on hem and on the side, near the waist. He looks collected and calm just by staring at me.

"Stop doing that," I rasp out, rolling my eyes at him and turning my head to look at the breathtaking view of Brooklyn. "You nearly scared me to death."

"Brooklyn," he says, his voice deep and masculine. I gulp, feeling his presence growing more and more as he nears me. He stands just behind me, and looks at the city. "The most beautiful place I've been. In America, of course. Why are you awake?"

Now is not probably the good time to make a snarky remark about his question. Instead I heave up a sigh, turn on my heels, and let myself fall on the bed. I'm still scared that the demon had basically kidnapped me, but I have no powers to use against him. I'm powerless. In my mind I start to pray again, hoping that the angel of prayer will hear me and deliver my message to my parents, to the King and Queen. As I shut my eyes, I feel the bed dip, indicating that the demon has either laid down on the bed or taken a seat. I peek at him; Slate is lying on the bed beside me, and his eyes are fixated on the ceiling. The glint of the moon casts around his face, giving him an angelic look, despite the fact that he is really a demon. I admit, the demon really looks good, very handsome indeed, but as much as I want to think of that, he's not a human. He's a demon who could kill me in any second.

Slate turns his face to me, and for a moment we just stare at each other before he scoots closer to me, which prompts me to roll backwards until my back is on the bedhead. Slate scoots closer and I let out a sigh. There's no point in avoiding him. I'm basically trapped here. So instead of trying to avoid him, I let him do what he wants to do. His bare arm touches mine and a shiver runs down my spine, my skin, where his arm touches mine, burns. It makes me feel fuzzy.

"Tomorrow we can roam around the city," he says softly and I look at him again.

Now he's throwing a pillow in the air, catching it and then throwing it again. I hoist myself up just so I can take a good look of his face, and he turns his head to face me, forgetting to catch the pillow and it lands on his face, making him oomf, and a soft laugh escapes my lips. Slate frowns at me, throwing the pillow somewhere around the room and he pouts his lips at me like a kid he is. "Really?" I say, shoulders still shaking as the image of the pillow hitting him in the face flashes inside my head repeatedly.

He pushes himself up as he grins at me, satisfied at my reaction. I almost drop my laughing, but the image still plays inside my head. Despite the fact that he's a demon, he still acts like a child. This demon has probably lived for a hundred of decades already yet he still acts like a child. I shake my head, the sleepiness has already long gone and my eyes focus outside through the window.

"You know there's a rooftop. We can go there and enjoy the view." He offers and I nod happily. This is probably the best way to unwind. I've been so stressed ever since the day I decided to take matters in my hand and this is going to be the first time I'll let myself have fun just by a simple beauty of the city of Brooklyn. "Great. Come follow me!"

He stands up and goes through the open doorway. We pass the living room, where I've been lying earlier, and Slate opens up another door, which has a spiral stair that I assume leads to the rooftop. He looks at me over his shoulder, motioning for me to follow him and he starts to ascend the stairs and I follow him suit. The stair is old, made of metal, painted black, and as I take each step, I can already feel the crisp of the air brushing my skin and I let out a sigh of contentment.

"This is beautiful," I whisper as I stare at the view in front of me.

The breeze of the cold air makes me shiver, but despite that, that doesn't take my eyes away from the city of Brooklyn. Slate seems satisfied with my reactions and takes a seat on the bench, propping his feet on the table, which has a couple of beers placed on top. But I don't mind. I don't mind as long as this city lives and maintains its magnificent view.

There's another seat beside him so I join him. He seems shocked that I have joined him. If you were to tell me a month before this happens, I would have laughed hard and made fun of you about this, but now, this is real, this is not a dream. This is a living nightmare, the nightmare of reality, but I don't mind.

"You're a demon; you're supposed to be bad and mean," I say to him as I cast my eyes through the East River, and I let myself relaxed. I can tell the demon is looking at me intently, and there's a fuzzy feeling inside my stomach again. "But now I'm starting to question whether you really are a demon or not. But please don't transform yourself into your demon form. I'm a powerless mortal man here. Spare me." I chuckle and prop my feet on the table just beside his. When I look at him, he seems amused and his eyes are glinting with something I can't quite determine. Still I'm glad that he's not transforming into his demon form. It would scare me to death.

"So does that mean you're not going to attempt to run away from me again?" He asks. I'm surprised that he's sincere of his question, and I don't know how to answer that. So I remain silent, humming instead, not giving a concrete answer to him. The truth is, I still want to run away from him as far as possible. I want to go back home, to see my parents and the angels, but there's a reason why I'm here on Earth. Despite the lack of answer I gave him, he never pushes me instead he starts to hum a song that I don't know.

With that thought inside my head, the lids of my eyes start to droop close and in any minute I'll sleep. I suddenly don't have the energy to lift myself up and trudge back to the bed where I was sleeping fifteen minutes ago, and when my eyes close, I feel a presence hovering on top of me. It's warm. He's warm. And suddenly his presence is gone. And then I sleep peacefully with the peaceful view of the city of Brooklyn in front of me.

When I open my eyes, the bright sun streaking across my face and the chirping of the birds greet me awake. There's a duvet laid on top of me, and there's another presence beside me. I turn my head to look at Slate and a silent gasp escapes my lips. His arm snakes around me, pushing me closer and he starts to murmur incoherently in his sleep. He's also half-naked, which makes me blush and I curse under my breath. Gently I attempt to remove his arm around me and that makes him groan, now wrapping his other arm around me and my face buries itself in his naked chest and I flush, cheeks, neck, and ears heating up.

He smells really good. I sniff more, and more, and more, until I can't get enough of his smell and I force myself not to do it again, but his chuckle rings in my ears, and when I look up, he's staring at me with his dark brown eyes and I yelp, squirming my way out of his grasp but he tightens his hold around me.

"Good morning," he greets and snuggles me. I keep squirming, which makes him chuckle more and more. "Aren't you going to greet me back?" He asks.

"Good morning," I mumble.

"What?"

"GOOD MORNING," I shout and he grins at me. "You can now, um, yeah, let go, um, of me."

"Nope," he says stubbornly, burying his face in the crook of my neck and a yelp escapes my lips as his teeth grazes the skin of my collarbone. "Smell good. Hmm. Really smell good." Oh Good Lord, please don't let this demon eat me up. I promise that I will be a good angel. Or a good mortal. "I could just eat you up." OH MY HEAVENS! Save me, Lord, from evildoers; keep me safe from violent people. They are always plotting evil, always stirring up quarrels. Their tongues are like dea – OH MY HEAVENS. Slate starts to nip my skin on my collarbone and a moan escapes my lips. He grins up at me, smirking evilly.

All I can say is: Protect me, Lord, from the power of the wicked.