Chapter 3

   The next few days were excruciating. Christian, who turned out to be a big know it all like me, never allowed me to talk. Instead we just sat there for hours until the food was brought, and then the only sound was the scraping of silverware against plate. I hadn't seen the queen or Rayne since the first day I had arrived, and already I could feel my IQ dropping. I needed to talk. I needed to hear something other than this exhausting silence.

            I sat with my back against the far wall, facing Christian. His head was lolled to the side, his breathing slow and even, telling me he was asleep. It didn't matter how great of a guard he turned out to be, there was no possible way I could get out of this cage without someone on the outside helping me. I had grown accustomed to the darkness and could see Christian's figure well. His figure was limp, seeing as he was still asleep, but his face was even more handsome when in the wake of dreams. I sat staring at him, thinking of a way to wake him up. He had pissed me off, so now it was my turn.

            I slowly crawled in his direction, biting my lip as I did so. When I was as close as I could get to him, I pressed myself against the bars, opened my mouth and-

            "If you were that desperate to talk you should have just said so."

            I looked to see Christian crack an eye open, a small smile playing at the ends of his lips. My face turned bright red as he adjusted his position, pulling his knees up to his chest and resting his arms there. Then he turned his neck and looked at me.

            “Well if you wanted to talk so badly you had to wake me up, you should at least stick to your original plan and speak.”

            I cleared my throat and fell back onto the floor, leaning forward and resting my forehead in between the spaces in the bars. I bit my lip. What the heck did demons talk about?

            “Fine,” I finally heard him say. “Whatever. If you don’t talk I’m going back to sleep.”

            “Wait,” I mumbled. I looked up at him, his eyebrow raised in a mocking way. “The least you can do for locking me in this cage is explain.”

            “Explain what exactly?” There was an edge to his tone, as if he were afraid I might ask about something he needed to keep secret.

            “About why the heck you locked me in here! About why I’m a demon!”

            He exhaled with a slight smirk. “Look…Constance is it?”

            He continued without waiting for my nod of approval.

            “Constance, I don’t know anything more about this than you do. And even if I did, I wouldn’t really care to remember. In reality, you’ve broken a bunch of rules, but since you didn’t really apprehend that you were actually breaking the rules, we’re just going to keep you locked up.”

            “So you’re not going to let me out?” I asked.

            “Nope.”

            “You’re not going to tell me anything?”

            “Nope.”

            “Great, that really helps.” I paused. “Christian, is it?”

            He shot me a glare and I smiled to myself.

            “So Christian, tell me your story.”

            He licked his lips, turning his head to look at me again. He had a lazy look on his face. “That’s really none of your business.”

            “Well what else is there to do?” I complained.

            “I don’t know, shut up?” He replied, raising his eyebrows in annoyance.

            I took a deep breath. I didn’t want to get too angry, especially here when I should try and gain their trust as much as possible.

            “Any love interests?” I asked casually.

            “And you would care about that, why?”

            “You know,” I began, “If you’re not going to keep up a good conversation you shouldn’t try and continue it.”

            “Isn’t it obvious that I don’t want to?”

            I shrugged. “Not really, since you keep replying to everything I say.”

            His chest heaved angrily. “I only do that in hopes that when I finally do fall asleep, you won’t keep annoying me with your voice.”

            I rolled my eyes. “You’re a really bad guard.”

            “And you’re a really bad dresser. Now be quiet.”

            My jaw dropped open and I glanced down at my attire. I was wearing my dark jeans and a purple shirt that said “Jack’s Mannequin” across the chest. I pulled my black sweatshirt tighter around myself, annoyed that he had noticed enough to say something.

            I placed myself against the wall, leaning my head back and closing my eyes. I hadn’t been able to get sleep in the past few days. I was too afraid. I kept my eyes closed as I spoke.

            “Why do the demons hate the humans so much?”

            When Christian didn’t respond I thought he had possibly already fallen asleep, but then I heard him give a big sigh.

            “That’s not really a question you should be asking me.” His voice sounded very serious.

            “Then who should I ask?”

            He cleared his throat. “Ok, let me rephrase that statement. That’s not really a question you should be asking at all.”

            “Well I’ve already asked so you might as well tell.”

            “Rayne is a better person to be asking than me,” He noted. He sounded a bit jealous too.

            “And why is that?” I asked, my eyes still closed.

            “He knows everything. He’s at the right hand of the queen, her guard, her servant, and her spy, whatever. He knows a lot more than I do.”

            I opened my eyes and turned to look at him to find that he was looking at me. “Why doesn’t anyone ever tell you what’s going on? Why aren’t you by the queen?”

            “The reason for most of that connects to my personal story, which I already opted out of telling you.” Christian shrugged. “Besides, it doesn’t matter what rank I’m in. I still have to do what the queen tells me to do.”

            I sighed. “I still don’t understand why you guys have queens and all that. I mean back in my world, we had laws, but no one really ‘in charge’. Sure there were people we had to listen to, like teachers, or our parents, but it wasn’t like this, where there was a rank or whatever.”

            “What’s real for us is different for you, and what’s real for you is different to us.”

            I began to chip some of the nail polish off my nails. “So you said I should ask Rayne?” I said changing the subject to what we had been talking to before.

            Suddenly Christian broke out laughing, the sound echoing in the long stone corridor, bouncing from wall to wall.

            “What is so funny?” I asked.

            He shook his head. “I wasn’t being literal. Like he would tell you anything.”

            I furrowed my eyebrows, angry. “I’ll make him.”

            “Right,” he said, calming down. A smile was still on his face. “Like the girl behind the bars who really needs to get out would try and force the only person who could get her out to spill information.” He rolled his eyes. “Right.”

            I made an angry noise, somewhere between annoyance and yelling, and slumped against the wall.

                "You're annoying, did you know that?" I heard him say.

                I rolled my eyes. "I thought you didn't want to talk."

                He didn't reply.

 

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Haha, i love the comedy and irony and sarcasm that you managed to put into this, even with it being sort of bleak and dark. Love the ending especially when he calls her annoying and she's all like "i thought you didnt want to talk?" and then SILENCE. xDD haha