DEMONIA [PART 1]
Pairing: 0scar Isaac x Female! Oc.
Warnings: mentions of murder, mentions of torture, mentions of death, paranormal and pseudoscience subjects such as: satanism, demonology, mentions of witchcraft, mentions of ghosts, mentions of cryptids, mentions of cryptozoology, mentions of aliens, mentions of ufology, sexual jokes and sexual themes (as in: sex in general). Depression, anxiety, self harm, eating and sleeping disorders.
Summary: in which Simone Pierre is a sleep deprived undergraduate and Oscar Isaac is the English professor who's doing his best to keep her sane.
Chapter 1: The Beginning.
Warnings: mentions of drinking, maybe some inaccuracy in terms of careers and majors because I really don't know how that works in other countries.
Simone woke up to the sound of her phone buzzing, her whole body aching from the night before. The room around her was spinning and she groaned, trying to remember the moment she fell asleep. She was probably too exhausted to actually get ready for bed because, right then, she felt incredibly uncomfortable; wearing the same tight clothes as yesterday, her make up smeared, her shoes dangling from her feet...
Her phone kept buzzing until she finally realized what that meant.
She groaned again, dreading more human interaction, "Hello?"
"Jesus Christ, Simone" Oscar exclaimed on the other side, chuckling a bit "Are you sure it's really you?"
"As far as I can tell, it's still me" the girl answered, humming slightly when her knuckles eased the blur on her eyes by rubbing them, "What do you need, professor?"
"Aw, Simone, sweetheart, you know you can call me Oscar...!" Her former docent was in a good mood, like most days. It made her smile, humming once more in agreement, "I called you to make sure the dean had sent you the information about our classes together."
Simone fell back on the bed, her eyes closed as she felt the sleep take over her coherent movements, "He did, yeah..."
"And did you receive my email?"
"Great!" the professor exclaimed happily, creating a sweet, sleepy smile on her lips, "I'll get to your apartment in about an hour then!"
"See you...!" she dragged out the words until she heard the loud beeping of her phone, alerting her that he hung up the call. With that, she happily let her shoes fall off her feet and rolled over on the bed to keep sleeping on her side.
It would be a lie to say that she understood anything from what professor Isaac had just told her, so she went over his words over and over in the verge of slumber.
Last night had been one of the best nights she's had in a long time; she went out with some friends to celebrate her first job after graduating, even if it was one at the same university she was still studying at.
She was never a wild party goer, and her friends were pretty chill. They went to a karaoke, gossiped about some of their old classmates, sang a few songs and that would be it. But maybe, just maybe, drinks got a little out of hand...
"Wait, what did he say?" Simone murmured to herself, finally opening her eyes.
She definitely wasn't prepared to receive anyone. Not physically, and definitely not mentally; besides, her apartment was a mess. She wouldn't be able to find a solution in an hour...
11:38. The call was at 11:38, and it was 12:30 pm. She definitely blinked too hard for more than she thought, because she didn't have an hour... She had barely ten minutes.
She stood up quickly and ran through her small apartment to pick up any lose clothing that could be roaming around; left the dirty dishes on the sink, closed the kitchen door, accommodated the pillows on the sofa and ran barefoot to her bathroom to see how bad she looked. She was, in fact, a mess. Not only over dressed, but make up smeared everywhere and hair looking like a bird nest.
"I really, really want to die right now..." she sighed, overwhelmed by the weight of her own body, and how much she craved her bed.
She washed her face, took some time to untangle her hair and threw the tight dress onto the bathtub. The cotton pads, covered on mascara and blush, were left right next to the soap on top of the bathroom sink and, as she heard the door bell, she got onto a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. She would have admitted it wasn't the best outfit she had, if it weren't because she normally used something similar to college.
"I'm coming!" she yelled, giving a last look around her place to check that everything was in order because Oscar wasn't exactly her boss, but she wanted to keep it formal. She wanted to look worthy of her position.
When the girl opened the door, looking down into the man's bright smile, she could feel a mild mockery on his eyes. "Simone!"
"You have... Only one earring!"
The girl's eyes widened as she stepped out of the door's way to let him in, her face lighting on fire, both hands going to her ear to feel the golden heart. The other was right next the cottons on the sink. And she prayed to god he didn't need to use her bathroom, because there was the whole evidence of the already evident hang over.
"It's... Yeah, it must have fell when I was sleeping... I didn't really dress up for the occasion, sorry..."
"It's okay" he brushed it off, "I was just letting you know in case it fell somewhere. You're barefoot, I wouldn't want you getting hurt with your own earring"
"Yeah, that'd be... Embarrassing"
She smiled politely, pointing at her small sofa to invite him to sit. He did, flopping down between the pillows in the relaxed, friendly way his whole attitude reflected. Simone stood up, feeling too awkward to be that close to him, and she would definitely be if they shared the sofa.
"So...!" the man exclaimed, clapping, making her wrinkle her nose at the noise, "I heard you're getting a master on demonology!"
She laughed, looking behind her to grab one of the chairs of the singular dining table, "And your hearing is right, because I am!"
"What got you into demonology, of all things? I thought you'd be one of mine!"
"I'm sorry to be a traitor, professor..." Five years, it's been five years since she got her English Degree and that word was still stuck on her tongue. "But you knew I was always interested in folklore, and after getting my bachelor degree..."
"Oh, don't worry!" A heartfelt laugh escaped his lips, "It's just... Isn't it scary? I never understood why we even had a course on Demonology in this University, always wondered what kind of people would want to take it..."
Simone rolled her eyes, entertained. "Why are you here, professor?"
"Stop calling me professor!" Oscar exclaimed playfully, clapping his hands "You didn't read the email, did you?"
She wrinkled her nose, "I said I got it, not that I read it."
"Smart woman" the man looked at her, squinting his eyes, "We have to check the syllabus and I thought we could do it together. Besides, I wanted to judge your choices of career path..."
"Oh my god, you're such a pain" Simone shook her head, "Yeah, let's check the syllabus."
