Chapter 13 Lil's What?

Lil gasped and back pedelled to the other side of the corridor wall, her lightening blonde hair tightly placed in a doughnut bun at the back of her head. Her strong blue eyes were searching wide for somewhere to look other than me. She wore a slimming white button down shirt and neat black trousers and normal black flats. She smelt like antiseptic and strong hand sanitizer.
                        My anger shot through my like an arrow to my brain. It made me grimace and knuckles lock into a wall breaking fist, the skin glowing white. I gritted my teeth and seethed while I felt myself move towards her.
                        My hand gripped her throat and she began to wpush me away with struggling hands against my chest. Good thing I was using my good hand, because she started to claw at my fingers that digged into her throat.
                         "You..!" I grunted, my lungs blowing up with cold air while I was trying to contain my strength in my muscles. I was being irrational, but I couldn't care less, she is apart of this whole disaster. Behind the scenes at DAA pretending to be a nurse and all friendly with all the staff and students when she's actually an orphan that belonged to Byron. "You dirty little liar!" With not being able to think of digesting food and gaining energy, my strength is seeping from me like my own blood.
                         "Amm..ie!" Lil spat, creeping air into her lungs. My skin burned from her scratches, my fingers dotted with rich red blood. Lil's face twisted in pain and concentration to breathe, but relaxed when I let go.
                         Lil fell to the floor, legs outspread around my still and cold figure. The sound of her rough breathing echoing throughput the corridor, eyes popping out of her head and head bobbing. She glimpsed at me, then the open door behind me. I realized the receptionist was witnessing all of this, but I couldn't care. This woman had betrayed me and everyone at DAA.
                         "Why are you here?" I whispered, my voice not really working from seeing a traitors face that I once called 'friend'.
                         "I was called here-" Lil blurted out, her perfect bun coming out in soft but ruined ringlets.
"Why would you come here?" I bent forward, glaring into her hurt blue eyes. "You set me up and made sure I was gunna get captured from that photo! You wretched, vile, disgusting person!" I almost spat in her face, but manners got the best of me.
                          "Aren't you gunna hear me out?" Lil used the wall behind her to climb up swiftly yet jumpy. With every small move I made, she flinched. Her skin pretty white skin flushing with crimson anger.
                          I crossed my arms and licked my teeth, feeling the plaque build up and practically annoying me. The hospital smell making me feel nautious, and reminding me of the academy.
                          "I don't need to hear a traitors excuse." I retorted and slided past Lil and continued down the corridor. Her voice echoed off the walls, and through my ears.
                          "I was called here because they wanna know if Nathan is dead!" She shouted the first bit, then hurried up to me and whispered hoarsly the name that made me stop in my tracks. Just when I thought I could leave Lil behind me, she's made my heart pound with 6 letters.
                          Lil's breath was heavy from her recent choke hold, but I couldn't care less. It was Nathan I was worried about. My eyes searched hers wide and low for any secrets. However, since she's been lying through her teeth for years, I don't know if she lies or not.
                         "What do you mean?" I whispered, gripping Lil's arm (even thoughs shes about a head taller than me) and we huddled against the wall. Tendrils from her perfect bun tickled my face. I didn't want to be this close to Lil from finding I'm captured is because of a recent photo had been sent here...From Lil. Yet, I didn't have a choice.
                          "Since you're getting married to Lord Byron," Lil swallowed and looked behind her to make sure we weren't being overheard. "I have been called here because Byron is making sure you have no connections with Nathan, who is very much alive and living-"
                          Even though I didn't trust this woman anymore, I'm glad she gave me this news. Because my heart beat picked up ten times faster and butterflies soared through my body again, even when he isn't here. But him being alive made me so happy I could put up with Byron for another day or two.
                          On impulse of pure happiness, I hugged Lil, cutting her off from her next words.
"This is great news!" I yelped pathetically. And here I was, hugging the enemy. "I can't believe it! I mean...I can! I knew it!" I shrieked felt my cheeks burn from smiling, not even faltering from feeling Lil's warm arms around me in her hug.
                          "Huh." I heard Byron's short, unamused voice trickle through the air like a bad smell. Oh wait, there is a bad smell, since I'm in a demon hotel here. "Lilian has betrayed you, yet you show her compassion and care. Is there something missing here?"  He arched an eyebrow once me and Lil stood side to side, our bodies blocking the hall and facing this wack job.
                          The dim light giving me a headache and Byron's smirk making my fist twitch. This is starting to become a habit, but from Byron's recent attempts to make a move on me, it might turn out to be  murder case. However, I don't think demon slayers go to jail from slaying a soul-sucking demon.
                          "Lil, we need to talk." Byron suggested Lil come into the waiting room. She gave me a natural wink when she looked back at me. I didn't trust her, but she's the only person I know here, even if she's betrayed me, it's not like she's gave the whereabouts of our Academy away. So that's a brownie point.
                        When Lil was gone, Byron gave me a sideways look. "Go downstairs, in front of the bar is another room on the other side of the room. It's the dining room." He was gone, too. But before he did, he gave me the dirtiest and scariest lick lip ever. I felt my teeth grind together and I felt my eyes twitch. I looked around before silently gagging violently. Straightening up from my immature nonsense and made it downstairs on wobbly legs.
                         I twisted my wrist around, scared to  see that Michelle around incase she tried to kill me again. Because of her, I'm even more powerless and weak. But I had myself to blame, she was so beautiful and smart I didn't think of anything when she walked past me.
                        "Ow!" I winced as I hopped down the stairs, my wrist bouncing off the wooden banister. "Damn it." Just like that, I had every demon's attention from the bar. I got a weird look from a demon girl with brown hair up in a ponytail.
                        The cold marble from the floor made me shiver.
Staring out hopelessly at the water from the large wall window made my heart flutter. Lil confirmed it that Nathan is alive.
                        Thinking of Nathan somewhere else made my heart swell and knees go. Softly, I fell to my bottom and stared at the running water. Knowing its going somewhere and I have to watch it go without me.
                        Even with a single image of Nathan's smiling face hurt inside, but I know he's alive and looking for me with everyone. And it's given me the drive and motivation to keep on going.
                        But first, I need to satisfy the monster in my gut that made a dying whale sound.
"Here." A silver plate screeched as it was placed on the floor, the sun caught the surface and it beamed right in my eyes. I whisked to the right, seeing the girl demon before me. She was beautiful, the girl I'd seen made eye contact with me when I was coming down the stairs.
                         She had pale skin and fluffy dark brown hair collected into a high ponytail at the back of her head. She wore a waitresses outfit. A snug black button down shirt that was nipped at the waist and sleeves rolled to her elbows. Think and black trousers and thick wedge small heels, also, a paper white apron around her waist with slotted pockets on the left and right. And teh finishing touch, a silver badge above her left breast giving away her name.
                        Helena
"The Lord have asked us politely to be kind to you." She made a disgusted face. She stalked away from me towards the bar where other demons watched as if we had just had an argument. I stared down at the silver plate which held fruits, a few chocolate bars, a glass of iced water and a crunchy golden bread loaf. I help but drool at the sight of it, and my stomach felt happily obliged I stuffed my face.
                        I opened my mouth and crammed so many grapes in I though I couldn't close my jaw. After covering myself in grape juice, I bit chunks into apples in one hand, and the other, demolished a slice of melon. I was aware I was being watched, but I couldn't care less, my muscles were weak and stamina slow from the lack of energy. I needed this.
                        So fast, I felt my own mood go from gloomy black to summer rose pink, then white. I felt like I was glowing from eating. I kept making little groans despite myself, but this food was so good I couldn't get enough.
                       "Hmph, disgusting." I heard a snicker from the bar as I sat munching away. I flickered a glance over, but once I had started eating, I didn't want to stop. And they weren't going to ruin my happy time of stuffing my face.
                       After making a mess of grapes, apples and melons, I turned my attention to the loaf of bread. There were some butter slices beside it, and on the other side, thick slices of ham and chicken. The smell of fresh chicken and ham made me shudder and eye go large. I didn't know if I were drooling, or the juices of melon and apple were trickling down my chin and neck.
                         I found a bread knife by the glass of iced water, which the ice kept clinking together making a sweet harmony. I sliced the bread and buttered on some butter, then layered it with ham, then chicken and another ham and more bread. I know I'm sick, but I'm hungry.
                         I was wrecking through my sandwich, each swallow making my throat tighten from eating too fast. I know I could choke, but I was too starved to think, like my brain didn't have enough oxygen to work.                   
                        Just when I thought I'd have my last chew, I finished it. Then realised I couldn't swallow properly. Then grabbed my cold drink, the coolness running along my fingertips. Then gulped like a greedy child would for milk. I felt the water go down my throat like gold, my body being refreshed from something lovely to drink.
                        Now for dessert. I wiped my mouth with the back of my good hand and man handled my chocolate bar. I cracked open the wrapper and the smell rushed to my nose as if it knew I were dying for some. The smell of dulgent chocolate floated around my nose and I couldn't help but inhale deeply, then took a huge, mamoth sized bite out of it. And chewed happily.
                         "Wow," I heard a different voice, one that angered me from the depths of my heart. I turned in bitter anger and felt like I could not finish my delicious chococlate bar. "Who knew you'd have such a hearty appetite?" Lil smiled sadly at the foot of the grand stairs. She didn't look right.
                          Her creamy pale skin looked off, her bun now out of place and in a ponytail with strands of hair flying away. Her eyes kept looking away from me, as if she couldn't make direct eye contact.
                          "What do you want?" I said with a mouth full of chocolate. I knew I must've looked like a homeless person, sitting on my arse with food all over my face and neck. But she had just ruined my happy moment.
                           "Nothing, it's just that I'm staying here for your wedding." Lil announced and the raw feeling in the pit of my stomach bubbled like a sizzling broth. She didn't look too pleased about staying, either. So I guess it wasn't her idea.
                           "Why?"
"Because she's gunna help fit your dress, do your hair and make you look spectacular," Byron waltzed down those steps and kneeled right in front of me. The whisp of aftershave and antiseptic wavered around me, and I though for a second I was going to bring up all the food I'd just devoured. "Just for me." His smile was devlish, but what did I expect from Lord of the Demons.
                     
                 

Author's Note

IGNORE IGNORE IGNORE SPELLING MISTAKES AND GRAMMER, i will fix soon :3