Chapter 8 Demon Lord

The second I was placed in the black van by the stinking demons, my eyelids weighed a ton and I fell asleep. The entire dream was a nightmare I never want to encounter, but it felt so real.
               I was in a field. The skies a ash grey, clouds arranged like it would kickstart a storm, silent birds flew across the sky. Beyond, I just seen blurry mountains. The field a watercolour smudge of greens and purples. The large wild Lupins spreaded everywhere, the stems reaching my hips. The smell of the flowers was so powerful, my nose twitched.
              I looked down at myself, I was in a thin white dress  torn at the hems, flailing like birds wings. The waist part of the dress was embroided with little lilac flowers blooming larger as it spread down the dress. My feet were bare, toes between dead purple Lupins. My brown hair itself was wild, hanging in curls around my shoulders.
              Feeling weird and out of place, I started to walk forwards towards the mountains. The smell of Lupins wafted all around me like mist. Which was just what I saw. White mist fogged through the green stems, flooding like a disease.
              After about fifteen minutes of walking through spikey grass, I fell. Not just a little ditch, but fell into a tunnel. I screamed, clawing at the muddy walls of the tunnel. I clawed at peppbles and worms on the way down, my mouth getting gritty from the muck. My screeches echoing until I hit the bottom.
             My arse hurt as I landed on a pile of stones.
"Ow, s**t!" I exclaimed, kneeling and rubbing my coxic bone. I squinted, seeing a yellow glow infront of me. I was in a hollow room. The walls were of course, mud. But couldn't cave in since there was wooden planks top to bottom around the muddy walls, and some dotten within the room. The floor draped in cardboard boxes and dirty rugs. Pale torch lights were placed on the wooden planks, flames burning bright, causing a yellow and orange glow.
              I started to limp through the little room, the smell of lavendar incense and burning wood. I narrowed my eyes at a little distant door. The wood cracked and flaked on the surface, the splinters a bit to sharp as I put my palm on the wood. The door was warm. The metal knob was hot when my fingers touched it.
              The air was soft as I opened the door, a calm came over me. I peered into the room, walls draped in dark tapestries and I smelt candle wax and the incense intensified. This time, there was only light on one side of the room.
              A light gush of wind knocked my hair off of my skin, little lumps on my flesh told me I was cold. But I didn't feel it. In fact, I felt hot. I felt like my skin was burning near a fire.
              I stared at the light at the other end of the room, like the sun. The light poured into the little room, shining the whole space. Even though the atmosphere seemed cheery and delighted, I could feel something trickle down my back. Like a thin blade on my spine, or ice down my dress. It made me shiver and slowly approach the light.
              The smell of incense was stronger as I neared the light, I had to cover my eyes with my hand and shut my mouth from the wind becoming more powerful. I tiptoed to the light, starting to make out a little stone bed, and something was on it. I could make out the silhouette of a lying body, my head hurt all of a sudden.
               "What?" I whispered, even though the sound was muffled by the gush of wind.
I felt my heart lurch and eyes burn. "No." I stood still, the wind causing my hair to fly in my eyes and dress flutter like a butterflies wing. Yet, my heart was beating like a convict batting against bars.
               My legs began to spring towards the bed, I leaped like an athlete. Oh, how I wish I was like this in missions. Maybe because I was in this dream that I was good at stuff that I really couldn't do.
               As I reached the stone bed, I stopped breathing and the wind blew in my face, my hair flapping behind me.
                I was basically facing the light. It was coming from the side of the stone bed, a large hole in the wall that beamed with white light. Also, the strong whirlwind of air came from there, coming in with the incense, too.
                But the thing that scared me most was Nathan on the bleak grey stone bed. He lay quietly, the wind making his black fluffy hair turn towards me, which was the way his head had turned. His eyes lightly shut and lips parted. He wore a red, white and black checkered shirt with a dark jacket on. Black skinny jeans and untied black Supra trainers.
                I bent down next to the stone bed. My eyes brimmed with stinging tears, I heard my own little chokes. I gently touched his bare cheek, cold to the touch. He wasn't breathing.
                "Nathan, please wake up." I stammered, resting my chin on the cold stone bed. Nathan's arms where loosely by his side, feet turned out. I nudged closer to his face, my nose brushing his. I felt tears dribble down my cheek, burning me. "You won't die. You're too strong." I gurgled.
                I sniffled as I hugged his head, running my fingers through his black hair, placing my cheek on his cold one. I cried on him. I kept crying and crying, feelling my chest pain a little with each jerkful sob. My tears soaked his hair and skin, I shuddered.
                Then, I felt him twitch.
"Am-Ammie?" He croaked. I leaped back on my heels, a smile creasing my face. The feel of happiness reached every dark corner of my mind, making me feel lighter. His head lifted slightly and eyes fluttered open, his dark lashes black against his cheeks. He frowned. "Why have you been crying?"
                 I snorted and wiped my face of any left over tears. "I thought-" I hiccuped.
He shuffled so he was leaning on his elbow, facing me and his fluffy hair falling in his face. "What?" He stared at me, his blue eyes sparkling. 
                 "I thought you where dead." I wiped my eyes, just staring at him. He seemed off, a little too happy. His hair was blowing from his eyes and towards me.
                 "Ammie," He chuckled softly, eyeing me under his lashes. I gulped and leaned back on my feet, frowning at him awkwardly, my head hurting. I couldn't understand, I felt like I knew him one second, the next, he was someone different. And when he blinked, the cool of his blue eyes turned steely. And they never did. "I am dead." He began laughing while I stared at him, obliviously.
                 "What?" I said sheepishly, my heart gaining a sinking feeling. "No, no you're not!" I spat, fumblingly standing, almost falling backwards.
                 I stared at Nathan as he sat up, a grin on his face. "This isn't a joke, Ammie." He beamed as she jumped of the stone bed and landing right in front of me. He smelt like mud. Days of rotting vegetation.
                 "You're lying!" I screamed at him, backing away fast. My feet stumbling upon eachother. I was breathing to quick and seen white spots dance in my vision. It was hard to think so since the bright white light shone behind Nathan.
                 "Am I?" Nathan grabbed my thin wrist before I could escape this creepy moment. His fingers tightened on my wrist, like he was squeezing twigs, I thought my bones would snap.
                 "Ow, let go, Nathan!" I clawed at his fingers. This wasn't Nathan, this was something much scarier. I felt it thrumming in my head, making me squeeze my eyes shut, but everytime I did, he was leaning into me. I felt the heat off of him. Even though I'd thought I'd feel glorious and heart roar with happiness, I never felt more in danger.
                 "I'm not hurting you at all, Ammie." He sneered, leaning in as I thrashed my head side to side. "Don't fight me." He used his other hand to get hold of my chin, making me face him. His fingers cold like ice. I no longer felt his warmth, but the cold feeling just like the wind that beated a storm around us.
                 "You're not Nathan." I silently scolded. He just rose his head to the side, grinning like a mad man while I fighted out of his grip.
                 "Aren't you smart?" He forcefully scraped his forehead to mine, eyes peering into mine, making me shiver.
                 My insides jogged all over while I just stared back into his eyes that were covered in his hair. He was not Nathan at all. To prove my poiint, his eyes started to glow blue. Then slowly, the iris changing yellow. I then smelt from rotting vegetation to mould, off milk and sewer pipes. I gasped and used all my strength to fight against him. Already, my hands hurt from punching his solid chest.
                 "You can't fight what you love, Ammie." He seethed, licking his lips like a hungry feline.
"I don't love you." I screamed, trying to bite his fingers that still gripped my chin, his fingernails digging into my cheek. I believed I am bleeding.
                 "You saying you don't love me?" He chuckled, head thrown back and cackling like a witch. "So you're saying you don't love Nathan?" He snapped back, our noses touching and the cold seeped through me. I gritted my teeth and felt my head sting.
                 In my dream, I know from right and wrong. And this felt so wrong. Nathan wouldn't hurt me, wouldn't give me the look of death, wouldn't talk to me like he hated me and I definitely wouldn't feel unsafe and scared around him. I feel safe around Nathan, and this isn't him.
                 "I love Nathan." I said through gritted teeth. "But you ain't him." I chomped on his forefinger and felt the grip on my face loosen, in fact, he flew back crying.
                 "Ouch, you b***h!" His eyes burned yellow, pupils sharply turned to black slits and he stood right in front of me in a flash.
                 I felt myself say uh oh and run for my life. But, I couldn't move. My feet felt rooted to the ground. I just stood helplessly staring at him as I tried to move, but I almost fell over. Yet, Nathan's harsh slap across my face made me. I fell on my arse and the bright light behind Nathan made it impossible to make out his features, though his yellow glowing eyes was easy to spot.
                 "Ow, hey!" I yelled, but thankfully the glued feeling to the floor stopped and I scrambled backwards, knowing my dress was up my thighs. "S**t, s**t s**t." I whispered to myself as I crawled towards the broken door a few feet away. I was just 5 feet away before I felt cold fingers latch on my ankle
                 "Where you going, baby?" Nathan laughed, grunting as he hauled me back towards him.
I seen Nathan's face flash inside my head, I heard his voice gently call my name. My hands sweated as I clawed at the cardboard on the muddy floor. I screamed at the top of my lungs, my throat burning.
                 Slowly, just like a blur, the edges of the room faded, as did Nathan's threatening voice.
"I'm gunna make you mine, Ammie." He roared, the grip on my ankle felt tingly and sore. "I will make you..." Finally, his voice stopped. The tapestries melted together with the white light and obsorbed with the walls.
                      

I wasn't gracefully awoken by the sound of humming birds, but I was dumped on a rough old matress that my nose dug into. The hard fabric hurting my nose and the smell of sweat and dust making me gag. I bolted upright and stared all around me.
                  I was in a cathedral. The ceilings stretching so far and walls supported by beautiful pillars. The windows were covered with rotting wood that smelt damp, the floor scattered with tiny pieces of rubble, plaster, scorch marks and dried blood. The place was illuminated by candle light, which was placed in every nook and cranny. A huge chandelier huge high on the ceiling, the wrought brass arms twisted like broken fingers.
                 I was at the far end of the cathedral, on my left was a small brown door with black hinges. It was shut. And on my right was another brown door, but half the wall above it was torn down. I smelt rotting bodies and month old garbage down here, it was making my stomach churn. At the front of the cathedral was a throne. A big one, too. It was a large stone seat with roots attached to the base, crawling with vines to the top and into a bush, red raw roses grew.
                The demon that dumped me in a heap on the smelly matress grabbed both my wrists and clamped a chain around them.
                The clinking sound brought me back to the present.
I looked at my wrists, a dirty metal clamp on my wrist with a long and brand new chain that was long enough for me to move off of the matress (yet I didn't want to try) and it was screwed into the walls. I began to rattle them.
                "Stop that, brat!" A thin demon woman with long black braided hair was at the matress, she had slender legs and piercing blue eyes. High cheek bones and a square jaw with perfect teeth. I wasn't scared of her though, because she didn't smell like decay, but vegetables. She smacked me across the cheek and I looked up at her, stunned.
                My insides burnt and quaked. And I was too scared to think of Nathan, it hurt every muscle and nerve and weak spot to think of him. I even felt a dare of tears freshen on my eyes.
                "Where am I?" I whispered hoarsly. I couldn't feel the leather sheath at my side, and thus, I began to tremble and shriek. "Where's my sword? Let me go, now!" I also noticed with shock my academy boots were replaced with ugly, dull grey flats.
                "I said stop it, idiot!" I looked up at her, her hand high in the air and eyes tinging yellow. I was about to get another slap.
                 I shut my eyes and when I didn't feel a blow but a gust of wind, I opened my eyes to see a man.
He stood behind the demon girl and was holding her wrist behind her back, her face contorted in pain. He had ash blonde hair that was suprisingly clean, soft blue eyes and clean white skin. He wore lilac smelling jeans with black boots and a dark grey shirt with a collar.
                "Now now, Michelle," His voice thick like chocolate. "You wouldn't wanna hurt her without dying by my hands, would you?" He teased, his eyes dancing like fire.
                Michelle's eyes burned and her evil smirk twisted at me. "Of course not, your Highness."
'Highness'? Oh great, where am I really? I thought to myself, laughing in my head at that.
                "Where's my sword?" I asked quietly, afraid incase this dude got my wrists at my back. Even though they were securely behind me anyway.
                "Why, this is Amelia?" He ignored me and pushed aside Michelle and crouched in front of me, leaning in eagerly, a smile playing on his face. "She's even prettier than I seen in the picture." He gently reached out to grab my hair. I winced back, automatically, I thought of Nathan. I felt a pang of anger and pain in my chest. "I won't hurt you, sweetheart." He still held my hair, dark brown curls all tatty in his fingers. I bet I was dirty too.
                "What do you want with me? And where's my sword?" I asked again, a bit more confidently this time.
                He just smiled, his perfect white teeth shining. I was worried, this isn't any normal demon. He was abnormally clean and smelt like roses. He didn't smell like rotting and death or look greasy and dirty, I was on the verge of hysteria. "Your sword is stashed in a safe room." He mentioned and let go of my hair and just stared at me, candle light glittering on his chiseled features. "And you're here because I want you." His smile turned dark. I gulped, feeling a stone lump in my throat.
                "Wh-why?" I stuttered, peeling back on the dirty matress.
"Because you're wanted, right?" He mused, chuckling under his breath at me and rested on his knees. "I put the hit on you."
               Then, I felt the anger bubble in my veins, my head heating up like a kettle screaming. I felt my lips turn into a grimace and eyes narrow at him. I leaped for him.
               Just as I jumped at him, I fell on my back.
I forgot about the chains, it restricted me right were he was sitting. I leaned forward myself and tried to bite his face, snapping my teeth while I strained my arms to go a little further. I grunted and fell back.
                "I'm sorry," He smiled, but his voice wasn't full of concern. "But I want you all for myself."
"What?" However, my voice was laced with disgust.
                "Amelia," He heaved a sigh and looked at the dirt. "Please, will you be my bride?"

    

I heard Ammie's screams in my head. I felt her touch linger on my head, her tears smeared on my face. Her heartbreaking sobs richocheting through my body. It hurt to think of her, the last time I seen her was when I was on my back with bullets in my flesh and I seen her being dragged away and I couldn't do anything.
                "He's awake!" I heard a screech beside me and chorus of gasps and relieved sighs. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" Alyson's high pitched wails pierced my ear drums as she gripped tightly to my hands.
                I opened my eyes to dim lights and the smell of bleach and antiseptic wafted up my nose. My tongue felt heavy as much as my limbs. I felt pain soar up my spine as soon as Alyson bounced on me and hugged me. I was aware I had no shirt on and a thin blanket over me, the cold seeping through me. I grunted when Alyson's full body weight landed on my stiff body.
                "Alyson, let up, he's just had them bullets taken out of him." Just like that, my thoughts whirred to Ammie. I felt my teeth ache and heart throb like a drum. I had let her be taken away like a doll, like sand through my damned fingers. I cursed in my own mind. "Alyson, shift!" I heard Amy's welcoming voice filter through my foggy head and seen her shiny blonde hair ruffled and splattered with dirt, her face smudged with blood. 
                 I felt Alyson's weight gave way off of me and I could breathe again. I looked around and seen everyone around me. Everyone except Ammie. They were all covered in mud, grit and blood, the smell of death coming off them I didn't want to breathe through my nose ever again.
                "Guys," I gagged through clenched teeth, my mouth dry. I felt Amy's cool hand over mine and the guys concerned looks graze over me like burns. "Where's Ammie?" I croaked, my black hair falling in wisps in my eyes I had to blink them away.
                I seen Amy and Sarah share a look, the guys look to their feet and even Alyson's face fresh with sadness and worry.
                "We don't know, Nath." Mike whispered, I could barely hear him through the buzzing sound at the back of my head. "When we reached you, she was dragged outside." I felt pain shoot through me like a dagger and I squeezed my eyes shut. I breathed quietly but knew they could hear me. I did wrong. I couldn't save Ammie. I couldn't save her with everything I had. I let her be dragged away while I was a heap of mess on the floor.
                 "It's all my fault." I felt a burning sensation hit my eyes. I couldn't cry, especially in front of this lot, they'd never let me live it down.
                 "Nathan Grund," Sarah ordered, her commanding voice hovering over me. "Don't you dare blame yourself. You did nothing wrong, you tried your hardest." She sighed and when I opened my eyes, she was by Danny's side. "When we seen her being hauled out the house-"
                 "Me and Sarah ran right out and tried to catch them." Amy gushed and I seen a cling film of tears cover her eyes. "They were too fast, even when I seen Ammie drag her feet along the road." Amy wiped her eyes furiously and I seen Mike's arm drape over her shoulders.
                 "Any leads?" Before Danny and Mike opened their mouths, I seen Lil behind them.
"Even injured and in bed, you still make commads." She giggled, her hair tied in a bun at the back of her head, light blue eyes and thin cheeks. She was tall and exceptionally beautiful. "You gotta cool it on the orders Mr Grund, or I'll have to ship everyone out." She beamed and walked to a bench.
                 "No leads but we did hear she was wanted-"
"Oh s**t!" I gasped, my head bouncing too quick my vision blurred slightly. "Ouch!" I moaned and Lil came back and gave me an ice pack. "Thanks." I smiled weakly at her and placed it on my head.
                 "We have no idea who ordered the hit, but we don't know if she's alive or-" I cut Amy off.
"Please don't say it." I said through gritted teeth. My leg burnt with pain. "I don't wanna hear it."
                 "Right, c'mon dudes and dudettes." Lil ushered the clan out, before they left, Danny and Mike patted my arm. Amy hugged me and so did Sarah. Alyson was left.
                 Her sad face made me feel guilty, since she's like me for a long time and I let her down big time by the skip. Yet she is still persistent, staying by my side and cracking jokes. I remember when Ammie shouted at me to straightened things out with Alyson, her nose bleeding because of her childish actions at detention. I had faced Alyson by the skip and told her flat out.
                  "I'm sorry Alyson, but you have to give up on me." I had looked at the floor when I told her this. But I could feel her shock and anger swirl around us.
                  "What do you mean?" She'd said, voice hoarse and scared.
                  "I mean I don't like you, Alyson." I looked at her directly, I think that made her just a little sheepish since she blushed. "You can't keep hurting yourself, because I don't feel the same way. You've been around me for years and still won't let up." I felt incerdibly  bad for Alyson, her sad yet encouraging eyes poured at me, guilt stabbing at me like pin pricks.
                   "Well for all these lost years, can I ask a favour?" She seemed high on confidnce and she nudged closer to me. All I could do was know what she was asking for.
                   "What?" I gruffed.
"A kiss?" She smiled sadly, her hands by her side and chest a bit more closer to mine. My whole well being was washed away when she asked that. But I couldn't decline, since she had been through so much just for me, and I told her I didn't like her back must've crushed her. I bent down and pecked her lips.
                   Tender and thin, warm and I felt her lips part just a little. It did not feel right, even remembering that moment made me shudder.
                  "You'll be on your feet in no time, Nathan." She smiled at me when I came back from that memory a from a few days ago. Her smile a bit droopy. "You're like that." Then she kissed my forehead and turned her back on me.
                   I felt a sting at my chest and Ammie's face flew to mind and it hurt. I wish she was here, it killed me on the inside knowing she's somewhere in deep trouble.
                  "So, you'll be outta here in a few days." Lil came back to me and lifted my hand which was covered in a bandage with a needle in my hand.
                  "Where was I shot?" I distictively remembered the sound of a shot vibrate in my ears, the white pain enveloping my body and the way Ammie held me. Tight to her body and her sobs made me felt like s**t since I couldn't help her, she even begged me not to die. Lil looked at me without moving her head and back at my hand were she was removing the white matrial.
                  "Once in your thigh and again just below your stomach. You were very lucky, Nathan." Lil smiled sadly. "Wish I could say the same for Ammie." She sighed and fixed my hand up again with another bandage.
                  "What shall I do now?" I asked, my eyebrows raised.
"Rest." Lil smiled at me. I tutted and laid my head on the pillow that was so fluffy. My mind was blank until I thought of sleep and images of Ammie surfed in my head. All I wanted to do was see her, hold her. Feel her heartbeat close to mine. Was I going crazy? I never feel like this towards anyone. But I coudn't sleep well with Ammie out there somewhere in the hands on demons.
   
                          
"What?" I screamed, backing up against the rough brick work, my eyes popping out my head as I stared at this idiot blankly and absurdly.
                   "Did I not say it clearly?" He blinked, suprised, a sick smile speading on his lips. "I want you as my wife." He leaned close. It was intimidating, and I wish I could leap for his face and tear his eyes out, but I felt paralyzed.
                 "Why?" I pressed my hands close to the wall that I believed I'd tear the flesh away from the bone. My anger surged through me, but instead of fighting, I wanted to cry.
                 "You're a Hale." His face now molded into something like'd he seen a dangeroous bug that he could step on. "And I know you're very powerful." He reached out again, but this time, I bit him.
                  It was instinct, my mind clicked and action snapped like clicking my fingers. He withdrew with a curse and stared at me. A fire was lit in those blue eyes.
                  "You really are dangerous." He seethed and stayed where he was. I tasted copper in my mouth and I felt like gagging. I'd bit a demon, a demon. I should be scubbed with bleach. "Besides, with you on my side, I will be untouchable."
                  "What do you mean?" I frowned and edged to the left as he stared me out like a snake...And I was the frickin' mouse.
                  "I haven't even introduced myself, have I?" He smiled tenderly and he was a blur as I felt his rough but soft hand grip mine. He held it to his lips, eyes still on me as he kissed my soft white skin. "I'm Byron, Byron Daemonium, Lord of Demons." His smile now turned wicked when he levered my hand to my lap.
                   But I wasn't focusing on that, I was concentrating on his words. My eye sight unknowingly searching, wondering around the cathedral without really looking. I felt my blood still and chill, my head buzzing with this guys words he'd just spoken.
                    Demon Lord...? I thought to myself, my thoughts in a foggy state. He's the demon Lord!
"Oh my Lord..." I whispered to myself, finally taking in this guys looks.
                    "Yes, my bride to be?" He smiled, perfect teeth gleaming. I felt like stabbing him with a fork then screaming as I ran away.
                    "Oh," I remembered that bit a little too clearly. "As much as I'd love to be your wife-"
"Perfect, it'll be arranged next week. A grand and opening ceremony for my beautiful bride." He stood to emphasis his point, but how I wished I was close enough to punch him where it hurts.
                    "That's not what I said!" I stood myself, feeling my stomach drop, but now I was totally restricted since it was all the space I could get. "I would rather stick needles in my eyes than marry you!" Now I was mad. I wouldn't marry this creep if it depended on everything I stood for.
                   "Well," His face triggered with amusement. "That won't make your wedding day any better." He sighed and stood back. "All though, it'd be best from all the people I'd be inviting." He chuckled, I couldn't have been more pissed off. My blood gushed through my body that I felt dizzy, my fingers curling in on themselves.
                   "Why would you marry the enemy, you low life?" I spat out, leaning the top half of my body closer to prove my point.
                   "Simple." He observed his nails, mocking me. "You're a legend. With you my Queen Daemonium, the slayers will think twice before wiping out my people."
                   Fantastic, I whined through my mind. He's going to use me like a hostage when it came to my people in attacking.
                   "Really, I need to go." I leaned against the wall and ticked things off my fingers. "I'm stupid, I mess things up, I can't fight-" I was suddenly scared when he cut me off, and very, very intimidated.
                   "Can't fight?" His grin flashed a hungry and wild flare.
Then, I was stunned when he reached for me. He gripped my head back with a iron fist by my hair and yanked me close to him with his other hand. All at once, I felt heat flood from his body to mine. Our bodies touching and his demon hands on me like I'd imagines Nathan would... Nathan.
                   Unaware, I felt his lips upon mine.
I had never felt so violated. My face burned as much as my anger. I could feel my strength from my rage build inside and I could use my body again. From the lip friction of 3 seconds, I hefted my fist at his jaw.
                   He stumbled back with a grunt and I gripped my hand, agony flying through my nerves like lava. I heard him swear under his breath and both his hands pressing against his face, his eyes blazed at me like a fire.
                   "You stupid cow!" He snapped and raised his hand.
I didn't flinch like they did in the movies, I was totally taken aback and mortified at what Byron did next.
                   Pain soared through my face, my eyes blinking back tears as I heard the crack echo in the cathedral. So much for, "I won't hurt you, sweetheart," crap. I faced the floor, bent over and mouth open. I had felt my Grandfathers hand across my face before, but it was not as powerful as this one. Byron had smacked me.
                   "I'm sorry, little flower." He didn't seem sorry...Figured. "But you did deserve that one." He walked around the matress and knelt to see my terrfied expression. I peered at him with open eyes, shock and anger flying at him. "I didn't mean to use much force, but after such a long time, you get used to it." He smiled a perfect smile. I felt disgusted, yet agian.
                   "You never touch me again, you hear?" I threatened, even though it was empty. Since I didn't have any weapon on me.
                   "What you going to do about it?" He laughed at me and leaned forward. "Your little group coming to save you?" He threw his head back and a bark of laughter rang out, bouncing off the walls like a tennis ball. "I doubt it. I heard my henchmen gunned down your leader. Won't your group be a little off balance with the runt of the clan and leader of the clan either dead or kidnapped?" He stared at me, a straight line for a smile, one side tipping up.
                    Nathan... Suddenly, flashes of him zoomed through my mind like a TV show. The time we first met as a whole group. His black hair neatly spiked, a little smaller but still cute. And instantly he was commanding the first minute he was called to Leader of Clan 41. I could still smell the fresh musky body spray he'd worn and the scornful look he gave me when I'd whispered to Clair, "He's such a bossy boy." We'd snickered.
                    Another when we were on our... Eleventh mission? We were running through thick bushy hedges in a back yard that hadn't been cleaned since whoever knows when. The demons we chased minutes ahead, I was by Nathan. Alyson not far behind, as usual. I had fallen on a large rock and was face first in a bunch of thorns. My bleeding and muddy face looking into Nathan's as I'd glanced up. Even in the night, I still remembered the pity in his blue eyes, yet there was always a darkness at the back of them, making me wonder if he'd hated me.
                    "He isn't dead." I croaked, not meeting Byron's gaze that  made me feel small.
"Pardon?" He leaned closer again.
                    I looked him dead on and felt my muscles twitch with sheer anger. "Nathan isn't dead. He's a fighter, he's alive." I spoke with upmost confidence and strength that I suprised myself. I guess I really did care for him. 
                     "Well," Byron stood again and dug his hands in his pockets loftily. "I guess I have some competition." He frowned at himself and kicked at the dirt like a kid. This is the first time I'd ever seen a demon (never mind demon Lord!) so beaten. "I have to gain your love since it obviously belongs to that Nathan dude." He looked at me, no emotion in those eyes.
                    My head spun. Not only was people starting to notice, but even a demon Lord can see right through me. I wish I wasn't so open. I dipped my head with pain and shame.
                    I felt a cool finger lift my chin up, and I stared into his blue eyes. I jerked my chin away and just looked at him from a hands distance.
                    "Little flower," He spoke softly. "I'll make you love me, with choice or force." He sounded serious, and I deflated. I wish I didn't show doubt in my face as much as I normally do. Before he backed away, he leaned close enough to kiss my forehead, wisps of hair falling in my eyes. He backed away and opened the brown door to my left and exited. I seen a long, dark hall lit with oil lamps before the door closed.
                     "Oh, what have I gotten myself into now?" I muttered, feeling warm floods drop from my eyes. "I don't wanna be here. Nathan," I whispered to myself, scared incase the walls could have ears. "Please, save me." I sat lonely on the matress, my head hurting.
                     I stared at my hands and was suprised at what I seen on my palms and fingers.
Blood.
                     I was 100 % positive it was Nathan's blood. When I'd held his bleeding body against mine. I could still feel the rich texture like a smoothie glide through my fingers. It made my whole body slump against the wall, the thick cuffs on my wrists beginning to irritate me. I clenched my fists together and placed them close to my chest, feeling my heart throb as I cried silently to myself.
                    "I miss you, Nathan." I spoke quietly.

           

Author's Note

Thank you for readiing n.n