“W-who are you, and why are you naked?”. He heard her fear-filled voice speak through the door. The breeze picking up, the chilled evening air warming as the sun rose. The morning dew glistened across the grass and unfortunately his skin. He could see cerulean eyes peeking at him through the window of the door.

“I apologise for knocking on your door so early in the morning, also for the state of my undress. I was dropped in the middle of the wood, I woke naked a couple of miles from here. You were the first house I came by and with how cold it is I wished to find clothes or at least a blanket. I believe my friends thought it would be funny to drop me off in the wood in the nude. Would you mind helping me? I do not mind waiting outdoors.” He spoke softly to the young woman behind the door in hopes to ease her discomfort.

He could hear her pulse quicken as her heart accelerated. Could see, her cerulean eyes watching him closely, he could tell she was debating whether to trust his word or not. When the door opened slowly before him he saw a beautifully rustled woman. She had the purest sapphire eyes he had ever seen. Her body was shaped much like a woman who trained hard for combat, her dark brown hair had a slight wave to it,  her hair being a bit of a mess from sleep. She was in some sort of a soft pant and long shirt, neither of which he had ever seen the likes of before. 

She studied him as much as he studied her, her gaze going from his short black hair, amber eyes that had hers widening slightly. Her gaze lowered to his broad tanned shoulders, toned abdomen before she quickly drew her gaze up again. The air began to twist as he scented her slight arousal from the view of his person. He took a step forward as she sidestepped to allow him into her home. The house smelt like a human causing his nose to scrunch momentarily, from that lingering scent of decay but what surprised him more was laced with the decay he could smell spice. It was the scent of her arousal. Intertwined was jasmine, and taking another whiff, Japanese sakura blossoms as well. Though he could tell that was a fragrance she had placed over her natural jasmine scent. Possibly a bath oil of some kind, he stepped into the small seating place and looked at everything in wonder. He was certain that many years had passed since his last awakening.

“I will grab some clothes for you, a few of my guy friends are your size, I am sure something should fit you. Also if you wish to warm and clean yourself you may use my shower.” He nodded in understanding, following her to what she called the shower. He stared at it for a moment trying to figure out how to work the contraption before him. He wasn't sure what a shower was but when he walked in  he could smell water in the walls. It must be some sort of bathing room. He heard a knock at the door before it opened, he heard a startled gasp and slowly turned his head to look behind himself so he could face her. She was standing by the door staring at the markings that covered his back. He had a dark set of wings that went across his shoulder blades down his back before curving around his hips, the points angling low across his abdomen. He also had markings along his wrists, looking much like tiger stripes. Slowly turning around so he could face her, he watched her startle as she came back to reality before setting a small pile of clothing on the weird white seat in the room. It smelled like it was used to relieve yourself, so he assumed that is what it was for. Their gazes met for a moment before she turned to leave, catching her by the arm he felt every muscle in her body stiffen. He let go immediately.

“I apologize for touching your person without your permission, but I wish to know how to work your shower.” Her eyes gave him a quizzical look before moving to the knobs on the wall of the so-called shower. Pointing at it she said quietly.

“The handle moves to the red line for hot water, the blue line for cold. You pull it towards you to start the water and push it back again to turn it off.”

Her scent smelling much more like jasmine in this small room began to lace with confusion. He knew he must seem out of place for her but he just thanked her before climbing into the hot spray. She closed the curtain on him before rushing from the room, her scent of arousal thick in the air. Smirking to himself, he warmed up his aching cold body.

When he was satisfied with the temperature of his body he stepped from the shower. Water ran down his skin as he turned the water off by pushing the handle in. He smiled happily at himself for learning something new. Looking at the giant fuzzy thing laid atop the clothes, this he recognized as a drying cloth. Quickly grabbing the object he ran it across his body. The water droplets soaking the cloth, he ran it along his arms, legs, and chest before rustling it through his black hair. Setting it in the basket that held other clothing before he pulled the black shirt over his head. He enjoyed the color black on himself, he wasn’t vain but he knew he was attractive. Good purposeful breeding of his demonic line assured that. He noted weird smaller clothes that he assumed must be underclothes for men. He put them on, they were a bit tight but he would manage. The next looked to be some sort of slops. They were a weird rough material with a zipper and a button. A dark blue in coloring. He would need to figure out what term they were called in the age he found himself in. Looking in the mirror, he took note of the slightly small shirt stretching across the plains of his chest, praying it wouldn't rip until he found one of his servants to fetch his clothing. 

Stepping from the room he noticed the woman had changed her clothing as well. She now wore a tan sweater with some sort of black skin-tight fabric. Her hair was brushed through, she was in the middle of making tea. She was currently pouring hot water into two mugs sitting on the counter top. She looked up from her task when he made his presence known to her. 

“I thought you may want some tea, maybe explain what happened to you? I could call the police if foul play was involved.” She gave him a shy smile before setting the hot kettle down. She grabbed the two mugs, handing one out for him to take. “I hope you do not mind black tea.”

“Thank you, I appreciate your kind gesture.” He gave a curt nod in thanks. She was giving him a funny look. He could see in her eyes the gears turning in her head to figure him out. Turning his gaze away from hers he looked around the small dining kitchen space. The walls were decorated in what looked to be many paintings, most of scenery but some of wildlife. Turning back to her small form he took a sip of his tea, he almost purred in appreciation at finding out she had sweetened it with honey. His eyes lowered with the pleasure the drink gave him.

“So, would you mind telling me why you were naked outside my door?” Her eyes pierced him with genuine curiosity. What an odd female, most eyed him with lust, the curse of being a demon around humans. But not this woman, she seems to be more guarded.

“I do not know how I ended up in the woods, I apologise I can not answer that specific question. As I said earlier, your home happened to be the closest to the location I awoke from.” She gave him a confused look for a moment. 

“Earlier you said my home was the first house you fell upon, now you say closest? How did you know it was the closest?” Eyes widened from his own slip up. Now that caught him off guard.

“What is your name?” He watched her gaze lower a little before she sighed over her mug of tea. Setting her cup down with all the grace a human could, he awaited her response. 

“My name is Lana, Lana Price. What is your name? You can answer that question, can you not?” Fire shown in her eyes, the challenge set. She was suspicious of him, this was smart for the woman. Smirking over his cup, he leaned back in the chair, his cup hitting the table quietly, he watched the woman's gaze drift to the cup that made no noise at all upon touching the table.

“Of course, my name is Landon.” His eyes sparkled with mischief. He had not given a surname, though in this period, he wouldn't be sure what it is. He has had many names over the years, at least for mortals. He has been called Aiden, Justin, John, Theo, Tomhas, Landon was his birth name though and he tried to use it every few centuries. 

“Landon, okay Landon. Do you have a phone to call someone to come get you?” He stared at her blankly, he watched her small smile turn into one of confusion. He had no idea what this phone was and how you called one with it. Although he did agree that it was time for him to go. He couldn’t risk being in her home too long without drawing unwanted attention her way.

“No, I have other means for travel. I appreciate your hospitality, but I should be going now. Thank you for the tea and clothing, I will find a way to repay you.” He stood up abruptly and headed for the door. He still did not have socks or shoes but those were unnecessary for him. He could hear Lana getting up from her seat but he flew through the door before she could get to him. He sat upon a tree branch watching as she threw the door open to find him gone. He watched her look around the front of her house before turning to go back into her home. Taking in a breath of polluted air he made a high pitch noise that was unheard to the human ears. Waiting for only a moment, he heard a call back from across the lands. He would need to travel swiftly, so humans would not see him.

Removing the borrowed shirt, he pulsed his demonic energy through his markings, the black wings began to rise up his body and emerge out of his shoulder blades to create black wings. In less than a second, he was flying towards the sky, high enough to not be spotted before taking off in the direction his minion had called him towards. His eyes flashing red momentarily to show him the specific location miles away from his current position. He could see a large haunted looking mansion, twisting as he turned to the direction of the mansion.