Welcome To The Nightmare by S.K Nuanes (classic books for 10 year olds TXT) 📕

sky then it was gone, I looked all around but it was literally gone out of sight.
My eyes adjusted to their demonic form, there was no scent left behind.
As if it just vanished, it wasn’t around anymore; none of Satan worthless pieces of crap could do this.
His little followers or subjects couldn’t do this, so then whom does that demon belong to?


“Did you hear there is a huge party, tonight?” Robert asked, walking into a small diner. It looked like an old Route 66 theme. The place had white tiling, wallpaper that was an old western theme, with red booths in the back, and a counter with bar stools.
It wasn’t that large seemed, the size of a storage box.
I turned my head to look at him; he had on a short sleeve blue shirt that had a v-neck. He also had on black jeans.
“No, and how do you know this?” I asked, taking a sip of pure black coffee.
“I was hanging around, the high school campus.” Robert said, shrugging.
“Right, you are still seventeen.” I said, with a plain emotionless voice.
“Are you going?” Robert asked, taking the seat next to me.
I shook my head then said, “No, you know how those parties end.”
“Not all the time, come on let’s go.” Robert said, trying to gesture me to go.
I rolled my eyes then said low, “Robert, you do know why we are in this town. Not to have fun, we are here to take care of business.”
“Yeah, we have business of trying to be human.” Robert said, annoyed.
I sighed; if I was to keep my humanity might as well. Try and be human and go party.
“Fine.” I said, rolling my eyes.
Only reason I really going was, I had a gut feeling someone was going to make a special appearance tonight.


The house was out in the woods; it almost seemed off of the grid, there was no cell phone service, the music blasted loud. The house looked old, had an old rustic look to it. Although it was stable enough, to hold a crazy party.
The house had dark brown tiling; the walls were a very dark brown. It seemed like a log cabin almost. There were cars parked outside, football players had no shirts on, and they were howling and shouting at one another.
“Let's keep count of all the drunk teenagers a?” I said, chuckling looking at Robert.
“You’re on.” Robert said, laughing.
I got out of the car, and fixed my jacket and Robert got out and locked the door and followed.
The door was opened, once you walked in the smell of Booze and Vodka rushed into your senses, and made every muscle inside of you and woke every nerve up.
There was a disco on the ceiling, which was changing colors, everyone was creating a mob and dancing close to each other. Robert disappeared away from behind me once we got deeper in the house.
Everyone scent was forming together, it was like a cloud of smoke. You can’t see your nose in front of you. Every time someone would bump into me, it was like a lighting bolt.
Painful and unbearable almost, I held my head tight and walked into a hallway and closed a door. I leaned against the door as my claws dug into the door. My teeth ached as if a small knife was slowly scrapping away my teeth. I hadn’t fed in weeks, demons normally feed once a day, perhaps that why demons are describe in mythology as disgusting monsters. Since they feed all the time, and their nature reflects on their appearance.
I exhaled and let go of the door, there were deep claw marks in the door, I walked down the hall slowly. I opened a door it was the end of the hallway, the handle was gold, but it was fading. I twisted it and it unlocked itself, I pushed the door opened and walked inside.
The room was a library, there were many bookshelves, windows but they had blinds, a dark blue sofa, a dark coffee table,a dark rug and other chairs were around the table.
I sat down on the sofa, and placed my elbows on my legs and placed my face in my hands, and groaned. Why did I let him talk me into this?
Should of stayed in my prison, known as my room.
I felt a presence in the room not human, but not quite a demon. I lifted my head and stood up.
I turned around there was a woman about twenty-one there, she had dark tone skin, long brown hair with black highlights, a dark blue blouse on, shorts on, she walked in black high heels towards me. She had white teeth as she smiled at me.
“Oh hey there.” The woman said, at me smiling innocently.
I scanned her for few moments, she wasn’t human I could tell that. But she wasn’t a demon.
“What’s your name handsome?” The woman said, coming closer to me.
I tried to keep a distance from her then said, “Brent, you are?”
“Arthena.” The woman giggled.
She ran her hand down my neck; I grabbed it and gently threw it off of me.
“Yeah I don’t know you, so you might as well. Resist the urge to touch me.” I said, in a dark serious voice.
“Come on, we are alone. No one will see us.” Arthena whispered softly.
I shoved her off of me and she hit the sofa and fell onto it.
“Oh kinky.” Arthena said, winking at me.
I growled low at her then the door was opened, there was a large male there. He had fairly dark skin, his hair was black, his eyes were a dark blue, and he had on white shirt dark blue jeans on. He looked about twenty-three.
He glared at me, “What are you doing with my girl?”
“Nothing buddy, I think you need to learn to control your woman.” I growled low.
He blocked the door, he was large enough, to block the whole thing.
Jealously isn't something you want in a relationship.
“Get out of my way.” I said, low.
He wasn’t human, so I could possibly kill these two.
I refused to kill humans, didn't mean I had a problem killing non-human creatures.
The guy grabbed me by the throat then tossed me across the room, I landed on my feet before hitting the wall.
“I am Draven, it is so not a pleasure to meet you Ayperos, Prince of Hell.” Draven said, low with a smirk.
“It is a unfortunate meeting for me as well.” I growled low.
“See this is why, I hate the Blood-Righteous son to the Throne. Acting so called human, and a brat.” Draven growled. Arthena sat up and sat on the chair arm.
“Ah this is why, I hate followers of Satan.” I said, annoyed rolling my eyes.
“Oh dear brat, we aren’t taking orders from Satan. We hate you, and wouldn’t mind taking you down.” Arthena said, brushing her hair.
I rushed towards Draven I was knocked off my feet, and I fell onto my back.
Draven rushed and pinned me down, by choking me with one of his hands. I growled low at him, Arthena hand started to glow a dark blue, she was a witch.
What the hell was going on?
“Do wonder what would happen, if there is no one to take the throne.” Arthena said, looking down at me.
I snarled and broke out of the spell, then pinned her against a wall, Draven rushed up from behind me, I used my left hand to shove him back hard, and then I kept him down by using some of Ayperos power.
This isn’t good, it seems I can never get a break from shit happening.
Both of them can be dangerous to everyone in the house, Draven could easily create a bloodbath; Arthena can set the entire place on fire.
Unsure which one would be worser to deal with.
“Can’t last forever, you’ll crack. Then that will be the end.” Draven said, in his dark voice, which was filled with confidence.
“Oh if you two idiots, would done your homework. You would know if you kill me. I will just be resurrected.” I said, stating a fact that I hated.
“Oh Arthena will keep you dead, right before you are about to die. There is a drug that will keep you dead until Arthena breaks the spell.” Draven said, struggling to get up.
If I could train Robert to come at the sound of his Master whistle, I would of done it a while ago.
Vampires aren’t that loyal…
Then there was a knock at the door, I let both of them go, they reset themselves, as someone would if they were in trouble.
There was a girl who was drunk and her dress was falling off of her, she looked about fifteen, her hair was red and it looked like she just got out of bed. She looked at us then shouted, “Hey guys, come to the party!”
“Oh beautiful girl, can I talk to you in the corner?” Draven asked, smiling at the girl.
The look in his eyes was the look in a killer eye, as they saw their victim trapped.
The girl giggled and stumbled inside the room, I went to grab and throw the girl out of the room. Then Arthena grabbed my arm, then whispered, “Don’t interfere, and you may live.”
Draven pulled the girl into an embrace and held her close, slowly swaying her back and forth.
I growled low under my breath, it sickened me how naïve human females are.
Draven gently pecked her neck; he ran his hands down her sides. Then Draven sunk his teeth into her, she was too drunk to even produce a scream.
All she made was a moan; I bared my canines then ran at Draven who glared at me, as I knocked him off of his feet.
Draven snapped at my neck, I shoved him away from both the girl and me.
Arthena then glared at a candle its flame grew stronger and higher up.
Then it was knocked over, and the table caught on fire, the fire quickly spread.
Draven chuckled then snapped the girl neck throwing on the ground; I grabbed her in my arms, Draven and Arthena broke a window, Arthena turned back at me and said, “See you around hot shot.” She jumped out of the window, followed by Draven.
I threw the girl on the ground and jumped out of a different window, I ran to the front of the house. Everyone was screaming and cursing from inside the burning building. Blaming one another, ignoring the fact they all could be dead soon.


It was like watching my own home burning into ashes.
Although this time, the place was filled with drunk idiots, drunk teenagers who tried to drink their pain away. As if it makes any difference.
"Come on let them burn, let them get what they deserve. I am sure father would be impressed."

Ayperos growled inside my head, it seemed more like if he was whispering into my ear.
“This wasn’t caused by me.” I snarled low to myself.
"Isn’t everything OUR fault? We are everyone worse nightmare are we not?
Are we not the son of Satan? We cause so much pain, death and misery!"

Ayperos growled low, almost shouting at me.
“Brent, what happened!” Robert said, running out of the house.
I looked at him then said, “A stupid witch.”
“I think you meant a b instead of a w, I am assuming?” Robert asked, attempting to crack a joke.
“Is everyone out?” I asked, listening to a fire truck coming.