"Good thing I know what I'm worth

Want a good thing, put the money down first

Better get a good look baby

'Cause soon I'm breaking out of here." - Lady Gaga, Diamond Heart

stuff, justlike Starbucks, the logo of the store, a round red with thin gold stripes behind the store's name, is hanging freely outside the store, attached to the metal ceiling. Slate grins at me, brows wiggling as he jerks his thumb over his shoulder, pointing to the store. A month ago, the thought of spending time with a demon would seem ludicrous to me, but now that I'm really spending a time with a demon, I'm amazed by it. If Slate were just a mere human, with no tints of sins and demonic aura around him, then he and I would be best of friends.

Despite that I'm still wearing the clothes that he has lent me yesterday, he reaches for my arm and tugs me, basically forcing me to come inside the coffee shop. The demon – Slate – opens the door and a bell chimes, which surprises me a bit. The smell of coffee tickles my nostrils as we step inside and I see a couple of mortal hanging around the place, their drinks in their hands as they happily chat with their friends.

There are sacks of bean bags placed on top of the counter, just beside the machine that dings when a button has been pressed. Over the counter is a girl named Julianna, her blonde hair, with streaks of brown, is pulled up in a bun, and on top of her head she's wearing a red hat with the logo of the store. She's wearing a red apron over a white simple t-shirt, and on the chest, on the left side, is the embroidered logo of the store. Her skin is just like a porcelain, a glass, smooth, and her freckles in her cheeks are visible, almost covering her cheeks. She has a toothy grin that compliments her pale, with flecks of gold, green eyes. As we near the counter Julianna immediately eyes the demon, and the lust is evident in her eyes. She rakes the demon's body, biting her lower lip as her eyes meet the demon's eyes.

I frown in disgust, rolling my eyes at the mortal girl. I can practically see the lust getting into her system as the demon leans down and rests his arm on the counter, merely touching the mortal's arm. "My boyfriend and I would like to order a... what do you want, babe?" My head snaps into his direction so fast that it nearly sprains my neck. I stare at him with wide eyes, mouth agape. The demon grins at me maniacally and I fume in anger. I shut my eyes, tell myself to calm down and ignore him, and open my eyes to look at the menu. The names of the drinks capture my attention, and they all seem tasty to me. I've only drunk coffee once, and it tasted good, with lots of milk and sugar. I squint my eyes just to see the menu much clearer, because having a mortal eyes sucks. The mortal woman looks annoyed now as her eyes bore into me, and she seems to give me a glare, which I completely ignore. Suddenly an arm snakes around my waist and pulls me closer, to the demon, and I shriek. Slate grins to me and gives me a chaste kiss on my cheek. I put my palm in my cheek where his landed, and I frown at him. "I can choose for you. Two Iced Caramel Pretzel Mocha." He orders, then pulls out a couple of dollars – a $10 bill – and hands it to the mortal girl over the counter, who obviously brushes her hand against Slate's hand and she winks at him. "Keep the change."

"Poor mortal girl," I mutter under my breath, shaking my head disapprovingly.

Upon hearing my statement, Slate turns to look at me and pouts. "Don't be a meanie."

We move to the side, and another mortal girl named Kathie works on our orders. She's dressed up just the same with Julianna, but her hair is naturally dark, hiding beneath the cap she's wearing. She's got a pair of beautiful blue eyes and I stare into her eyes as she works, and a smile graces up my lips, which makes her blush. For a moment I look at her, checking to see the curves of her body, her exposed collarbones, and her neck. She tilts her head to the side, as if sensing that I'm looking at her neck, and exposed her skin to me. I stare at it, longer than I intend to, but the demon pushes me away, knocking me off from staring. I glare at him and the demon returns the glare, but his eyes are basically on fire. If Slate were in a demon form, he would be totally snarling, showing his deadly fangs at me. But since he's in a human form, he looks like he just wants to beat the crap out of me.

Slate look at the mortal girl – Kathie – and frowns at the girl. I can already feel that the demon dislikes the mortal girl. For what reason, I don't know. Kathie looks up at me again, smiling brightly as she hands our orders and I pick it up, my hand brushing against hers and a shiver runs through her, but the demon, once again, interrupts me by holding my hand out.

"Let's go, boyfriend." Slate says through clenched teeth, and presses his hands hard around the cup. The cup nearly breaks, and I back away from him, suddenly alert. He notices my expression and smiles at me; it's not the smile where it's all friendly, it's the deadly smile he wears. "We've got to go home."

Smiling apologetically at Kathie, who looks at me with a downcast expression, she gives me a nod and the demon pushes me, forcing me to go forward and I shoot him an icy glare over my shoulder. His eyes are basically on fire, and the longer he looks at me, the more I get scared of him. I have this urge to bolt out of the store, to run away from him, but I know deep down that that never works. He will get to me eventually. I need to find a distraction. I need to use a distraction. I need to make a plan to get away from him.

A bulb suddenly flashes on top of my head, lighting brightly and I look at the demon. "Do you know where the nearest bathroom is? I need to pee." I put my hands into my crouch, slightly jumping and the demon looks at me, with a different twinkle in his eyes, with amusement. He nods, points his index finger to a hallway that leads to what I assume to the bathroom and I nod at him, thanking him. I hand him the coffee that he has ordered for us, or if it's really a coffee – I have no idea, really. I head into the hallway, and there's a bathroom at the end. On the door engraved both symbols for men and women. I knock at the door, making sure if there's any person inside. There's no one. I grin to myself, opening the door and stepping inside and my guess is correct; there's a window, large enough for myself to go through, and I grin to myself. Finally I can escape the Heaven out of here.

Putting a foot on the toilet, which is dirty and has a stinking smell, I clog my nostrils to block the horrible smell of the room and lift myself up, my arms stretching out and hands resting on the sill. I open the window, and a brush of wind goes inside the bathroom and I, once again, grin to myself. I can practically smell the freedom. I just need more time and hope that the demon is too dumb to realize that I already escape. I force myself up, groaning as my stomach grumbles, and go through the window and push myself further, and I fall down, head first, but good thing is that my arms are still stretched out and I land safely on the ground. Squealing silently, I immediately bolt out and escape, internally screaming and congratulating myself for thinking that plan. My servant had brought me a lot of stuff from Earth, and I have watched movies and television series as well, and I've seen them escape through the window at the bathrooms.

I keep running, and my heart picks up as I take a left turn, blending myself into the sea of mortal people. The thought of being finally free from the demon's grasp is exciting me, and the feel of freedom wraps around me and I sigh in relief. From running, it eventually becomes walking as I feel that I have run too far. With a smile on my face, I keep greeting the stranger and they look at me incredulously, as if I have grown another head. Looking at the sky, I silently thank the angels and my parents for giving me the idea to escape.

There's an alley, dark and isolated, and I immediately recognize the place. My heart hammers against my ears, and I take a step back. This is where the mortal woman had been slaughtered, and it was because of me. If I hadn't meddled in the business, we could have saved the woman and the man from the obsession of the demon had put on the man. I walk slowly, checking to see if there's any sign of life, even though I know that there isn't. There's only a stain of blood on the ground, which makes me gasp.

And a hand clamps over my mouth and I shout, but it's being muffled by the hand pressing tightly on my lips, preventing me from screaming. I shut my eyes, and suddenly get dizzy, and when I open my eyes, I'm already back in the unit I've rented and I'm thrown on the bed. Looking up, I see Slate seething in anger, his eyes are glowing red and his fangs are showing and I freeze, trembling obviously.

"HOW DARE YOU ESCAPE AND ATTEMPT TO FOOL ME?" he seethes in anger, his hands opening and closing as he looks at me with boiling hatred so obvious that it strikes me right in the chest. "YOU THINK SO LITTLE OF ME, ANGEL. I SHALL TORTURE YOU TO DEATH, I COULD DO THAT." He says through clenched teeth.

In a blink of an eye, he's immediately in front of me, his hand fisting my shirt and I look at him, scared and I feel so little in his eyes. He stretches out his arm to the side, and a red shimmering orb suddenly forms, and then it goes wide, wide enough to fit us in and just by looking at the orb, I can already see the other side of the world; it's a portal. He forces me to stand up and we walk through the portal and a gasp escapes my lips, feeling as if we've traveled a million miles.

"We're in Brooklyn, by the way." His tone has changed, and I look at him with wide eyes. His expression is cool, as if I haven't attempted to escape and fool him. My eyes scan the area, and the place is new to me. With tall buildings around the place, I can already see that the place is beautiful at night. I bet the city is a thing to look at night.

We're in an apartment, overviewing the city of Brooklyn. The windows are large and wide, from ceiling to the ground, and my stomach tightens upon seeing the road. We're at, I assume, at the 16th floor of the building.

"Enjoy your new home." He says gruffly, turning around and heading inside another room and he shuts the door close behind him. I look at the city of Brooklyn again and a sigh escapes my lips.

I let my body fall on the ground, staring at the ceiling and telling myself how stupid I am. "Welcome to your new home." I say to myself, curling up in a ball and shutting my eyes.