I dont own anything

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A/N: so I re-read what I wrote and I didn't like it, it sounded like a children's book and I'm really embarrassed about it, so instead of making some few adjustments like I originally planned, I'm just going to start from scratch. I like the first chapter so I'll keep it, and the plot of the story won't change, there will still be Mpreg, it'll just be written better. (I'll try update fast)

CHAPTER 1

(izaya POV)

The shadowy figure rested just below the surface of the lake while the shoes that should have sunk were drifting peacefully on top of the water as if they belonged there.

I had only heard rumors of the hauntings at the local lake in this small town. Now I was seeing it first hand and I couldn't believe my eyes. The stories always end up with most of the witnesses dead and right now I was the only witness. No one was brave enough to come to the lake with me so I went alone. I should have listened to my boyfriend when he begged me not to go

I have read books that explained a fear so great it makes you freeze, I see people freeze in horror movies all the time even when the audience screams for the character to run they just stand there, and then they die. I always thought that if I were put into a situation similar to those in the theater I would run and protect my damn life. But now all I could do was stand there like my feet were glued to the ground as the demon like thing made its way out of the water towards me. It wrapped its long fingers around my slender neck with one hand, its fingers reaching each other in the back of my neck, its other hand wrapped around my waist, effectively trapping me.

The face of the demon was breath taking. Bleach blond hair cupped its handsome face as mocha eyes glared down at me.

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(Shizuo POV)

I looked at this pale creature in my arms. It had raven black hair and crimson eyes, pale smooth skin a small body, and a slender waist. Beautiful. His human was beautiful. I looked into its eyes, i could see how much it was scared of me. I unwrapped my fingers from its neck, he began to tremble, I suddenly realized how fragile this creature was. I could kill it so easily, I had to be careful with it, I didn't want it to break. I moved my other arm around his waist and pulled him closer, almost as if I was hugging him.

"don't worry, I wont hurt you." this seemed to calm him down a bit. I pulled back to look at him. He just stared at me. "My name is Shizuo" he seemed to understand as he nodded and opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out.

He was speechless. How cute.

"I-Izaya, m-my names Izaya"

Izaya. What a perfect name. It fit him well.

I suddenly felt a pull towards him. It was strong. I resisted but it started to physically hurt.

I've heard of this before. It rarely ever happens. When a demon is pulled towards a human in such a way, it's an indication that the human is this demons mate. It's never been the case that both the human and demon are male. This was new.

Suddenly I felt possessive. This human, Izaya, he is mine. mine. He is my mate and no one else can touch him but me. I tighten my arms around him as I feel a presence. It's another demon around my rank. I'm a number 8 ranked demon this demon was a 7.

i could sense the anger it had towards me, I forced my way into his mind trying to look for a reason it would be so furious. I began searching his mind for an answer when I finally came across one. this demon had been stalking Izaya for a few weeks, planning to make him his mate.

No. Mine. Izaya is mine. I growled at the other telepathically.

I found him first! It snapped back.

Protective instincts took over and i wrapped my arms even more tightly around Izaya. I know what this demon would do to Izaya if I failed to protect him. He would treat him like a slave, force him to bare its children and during the process Izaya would die.

After all that's how it goes. A demons mate is always treated horribly. The demon bites its mate infecting the human's blood to make it possible for that human to give birth to demon children. Of course no human can survive the process, the demon would be too strong for the human and would end up eventually killing its mother. Thats how every demon is born. It was how I was born, it was the natural way to go about things. And this demon had chosen Izaya. Some demons never find their true mate so they pick one. And Izaya had been picked. But Izaya was already mine. And no one can have him but me.

MINE! It screamed at me.

NO! I yelled back and I grabbed Izaya's hand and started to run with him. I ran fast past the welcome sign to the lake and to the nearest cabin. I shoved him inside the small building and stood outside waiting for the other demon to make an appearance.

Sshow yourself! I commanded.

The bushed to my right rustled.

It jumped out at me, fangs bared and ready to kill.

I jumped out of the way, turning around, my own fangs and charging at the other. Of course I was at an advantage, I am a 8 ranked demon, this is only a 7. You have to be ranked 8 to hear other demons thoughts, predict their moves, sense their mood and so on. All this demon could do was sense when other demons were around it, and even then they have to be very close for a 7 rank to sense them. Where as for me, I can smell another demon from a mile away, especially when they are a threat.

But it's not our choice what our ranks are. We are born with a rank and that's how we stay forever, because demons cant die. Unless of course they are killed by another of their own kind. and that happens a lot, so our population is under control.

I leaped on the other, sinking my fangs into the demon's shoulder, letting my venomous saliva infect its being.

It yelped as it fell to the ground in pain, the venom from my mouth slowly and painfully killing it from the inside out.

i watched as the creature took its last breaths and turned back to the cabin. Satisfied with the result of our fight. Izaya is mine.

I opened the door to the cabin to find Izaya sitting in the corner, right where id left him. He was trembling, scared, he looked up at me, tears streaming down his face. The sight was breathtaking. Izaya is beautiful when he cries.

I knelt down beside him and took him into my arms, hugging him comfortingly. He continued to cry.

"Shh, its okay, don' be afraid, I wont hurt you, you're safe now."

He pulled away from my embrace and looked up at me, the tears had stopped, he wasn't scared anymore, the only thing visible in his crimson eyes was, curiosity.

"What are you"? He asked. To which I replied, "I'm a Demon. My name is Shizuo."