Chapter 3 - Podstakannik

Whistling echoes in the distant fog, It brings a foreboding mood in comparison to the train’s bright atmosphere. I slowly turn my head from the window back to him. “What if I asked you to take me in the place of other people you kill? Just torturing me forever… an eternal dream I could never wake from.” I joked as I drink my black tea drowsily. As if I would do that, and it is practically what he already does by following me. But then something happened. He had a strange expression on his face. He looked as if he was being gifted an unbelievable present on the day he was born.

He smiled before he said “Fine, i’ll be your dog. This contract shall be my leash, but be careful what you wish for. You may regret it horribly.”

I turn my head sleepily as I stare and say “You will have to be by my side always. I don’t trust that you will find some way to do what you want without me knowing.”

The lights on the train flicker momentarily.

He shudders a little excitedly and replies “I think I will find it much more fun to do whatever you want now.”

He takes me to my suite in the train and pulls the blankets over me slowly. He stops for a moment before tying our wrists together with a silk beryl green & bisque ribbon and sliding into the bed with me. The entire cold night I felt his warm breath against my ear.

Tonight your sleep paralysis and mutual wellbeing shall improve, for that the demon is sated for now.

-4:37 a.m

The demon wakes before dawn to look upon the snow in the window illuminated by a dark blue light as the sun slowly creeps up. It is new years day, and it has to be made extra special this year. He ponders about the perfect present for you. “I know just the thing” he thinks to himself smiling.

Dawn approaches
I awake to his soft greige hair falling over my face. The fluff smothers me as his eyes are way too close to my own. I expect to open my eyes to see his staring straight into my soul with intense intent, but no. He is peacefully sleeping on me like a cat. I shift a little to let him know I need to get up, and instead he smirks and holds my hands onto the bed. He whispers, “We cannot part so you cannot leave until I am done sleeping. I am a little nice though so under your covers you will find a new years present for you.”
He releases one of my hands and I reach below me. I find a small box filled with white malt balls and a strange piercing. Odd thing to include with chocolates, but I’ll ask about it later.

I crunch the last malt ball, and he gets up. He grabs our bound wrists wanting me to follow him into the shower. I pull back before saying “I can shower alone, just lay by the door or get breakfast.”
He complies with this but I can tell he has something planned.
The steam falls on my cold body, this escape trip is starting to feel like a vacation again. A drop of blood splatters on me from above, but when I look up nothing is there. As I look down I notice my wrist is bleeding from fang marks. I wash it away and quickly dry myself to return to him, and all I see is him reading on my bed with blood pouring from his mouth. I look down again, the bite mark is gone but the blood poured from it remains.

He wipes the blood from his lips then says, “Your breakfast is here. I brought cranberry juice and an omlette.” He looks back to the book and I take my breakfast as I look outside of the window. It's so bright outside, too much so. I draw the curtains closed and begin writing a detective novel. I'm in the mood for a nostalgic story, filled with the scent of coffee and long coats in autumn.

- What he writes - 

“The urge for death is getting stronger. I shoot my wrist in hopes it does something for me, I want to feel it slowly slip away. I want to die to give you something to believe in.