The Drive

Damon

Here l am at a table with two chicks I just met. Ana is hilarious and her sense of humor is very similar to mine, too. Then there's Misha...Misha, yeah, it sounds so seductive just rolling off of my tongue. I can't help but stare at her mouth as she drinks. Yeah, she's my Queen. I just know it, but how am I going to convince her? Hell, how am I going to convince her that she's not human?

I nurse my beer as they drink. I know I don't have to, but I must keep up appearances that I'm human. After all, a full demon can't get drunk on alcohol alone. Halflings like Ana can, but even then, it takes a great deal.

I think convincing Ana that she's a halfling will be the easiest, and then maybe she can help me work on Misha. I'd love to take them both to Hell. Ana would be the perfect right hand for my Queen too. “So, not to be a presumptuous ass, but what did you see in Justin? He seems like a conceited, self-righteous playboy to me.”

Ana laughs, “Fucking dead on.”

Misha looked at me briefly, “He wasn't that bad, but…” she trailed off.

“No judgment here. Speak your mind because you know I do and will.”

Ana grins, “He so does too. He got our display, most just cringe or call us godless.”

“What did you say about it?” Misha asks.

“That it was brilliant and showed the dark side of the holiday, which lets you see just how far of a detour humanity has taken from the true meaning of the holiday.”

Ana smirks, “Damon, I think you said that the feasts, joy, and gift-giving have been replaced by debt, envy, and disparity, all covered up beneath fake smiles and cheer.”

Misha snorted. Damn, even that's a fucking turn-on. “Really?” she asks with a final snort.

“Yeah, history has shown us nothing else. This holiday has been twisted tremendously.”

Ana smiles, “See, he is like us.”

Misha nods to her friend, “I can see why you asked him to tag along.” She tapped her glass, “I need another.”

“Misha, you probably shouldn't,” Ana advises.

Misha waves her off, “Oh, I so should because I'm the one that caught my boyfriend fucking the waitstaff in the bathroom. If that's not a reason to get trashed, nothing is!”

Ana shakes her head, “Not to get trashed, but it is a reason to celebrate hard. You know I'm right!”

Then I hear Misha's thoughts. ‘If it's too good to be true, it is. He's trouble.’ Is she referring to Justin or me? I need to find out. “Well, nobody is perfect, but it certainly doesn't excuse him for what he did.”

Misha sighs, “It seemed perfect and easy, but…”

“But what?”

Misha looks at me as she admits, “I just didn't feel it with him.” Her gaze intensifies, and I feel her drawing me in like a moth to a flame, “I never felt that spark.”

Ana smiles at us, “Well, I'm seeing one now.”

Misha quickly diverts her eyes and her cheeks redden. Ana laughs, “Girl, carpe diem! Well, carpe noctem in this case.”

Misha rolls her eyes, “Whatever.” Hell, even her eye-rolling is sexy. Fuck what's wrong with me?

Father has said that ‘when you know, you'll just know’ but damn, he never said anything about it making you feel like an intoxicated lovesick puppy! I'm the Prince of Hell, should a woman have this amount of control over me? Should I be this enamored by her?

Ana finally says, “Girl, I think you need to be cut off. You're not a big drinker.” I am thankful that she is looking out for Misha. I will too, but I can't just yet.

“And you're a fish. A smoking hot redfish,” Misha murmurs as she twirls a strand of Ana’s hair.

Ana nearly falls off her seat laughing. I laugh and look between the two. “Now I know you're drunk,” she says.

Misha huffs, “Am not.”

Ana smirks, “Are, also because that's the only time you attempt to flirt with me or any woman.”

“How long have you both been friends?”

“Couple years,” Ana replies.

This seals it for me. They are bound and to get my Queen, I must accept Ana too. “Seems longer based on how compatible and comfortable you are with each other.”

Misha’s eyes widened, “Whoa, big words.” Ana and I both laugh at that. Misha just sounded so cute and innocent at that moment.

I think I'm going to fuck with her. “If you thought those were big, try this one, pneumonoultramicroscopicsilcovolcanoconiosis.” Misha's eyes grew even larger as her jaw dropped in amazement. It was so adorable I just wanted to lean over the table and kiss her senseless. But I don't dare act on these impulses just yet, especially when she's drunk. Yes, I'm a demon, but we do have some morals. Well, not all of us, and not many of us have morals, but fuck, no one is perfect.

“What is that?” Misha asks.

“A type of lung disease.”

“Are you some kinda of genius or something?” she's so damn cute.

I chuckle, “Just good at trivia when it comes to obscure knowledge.”

Ana says, “See, he's like us, doesn't fit in around here.”

“What do you mean by that?”

Ana sighs, “People here tend to avoid philosophical or intellectual conversation, but you just dive in like it's a commonality.” I shrug because I can't come out and say that I'm nearly a thousand years old, now can I?

“Is it bad that there are two of you guys and you're glowing?” Misha asks.

We both look at her. “Girl, it's time to get you home,” Ana says. We would glow to other immortals, providing they weren't Earthbound. She's Earthbound, so she shouldn't be seeing the glow.

I have to satisfy my curiosity, “Is it just us glowing or other people here?” I ask because we are the only nonhumans left.

Misha smiles, “Just you guys, and it's so pretty.

Like a fiery rainbow! Yours is sparkly, Damon!” I chuckle because mine should be, given who I am, after all.

Ana gasps, “Oh my, help me with her, Buddy.”

I laugh, “Sure thing, Zemi.”

Ana cocks her head, “What?”

“It means lucky charm,” because she must be mine. After three hundred long years, I have found my Queen.

Ana grins, “It is better than something hokey like a baby girl or sweetcheeks. Why luck though?”

“Because I figured this Christmas was going to be boring like all the others. Until I met my new partner in crime and her beautiful friend, now I can enjoy the rest of my stay.”

Ana rubs her hands together as she grins mischievously, “So much mischief.”

We laugh. Misha wiggles her finger at us, “Oh no, no jail!”

“But you'll bail us out,” Ana adds.

Misha sighs, “Yeah, but…”

“Come on, let's get you ladies home.” We go out to the car. A fresh layer of snow is starting to fall. It does resemble a winter wonderland, and for once, I am happy to be on Earth.