And Forget His Face...

Sometimes the scariest things you experience, are the ones worth the most in life...

Screams.

Curses.

Shadows.

Actually, double the thought on the shadows.

Without telling me precisely what I was brought here for, Ac’ail left me in my dark room. Apparently I will be living here for now on as a… sort of payment for saving a monarch life. Not complaining, but not exactly what I was aiming for when I took the bullet in front of him. I don’t know whether telling him the truth was good or beyond the most ridiculous idea I’ve ever had, but sitting in a room for 24 hours wasn’t on the top of my list for things to do.

The screams rang about every day. It sounds like a really bad line in a horror book, but it happened. Demons (some anyway) eat human slaves. Either for nutrition (gross) or lack or boredom, I don’t know and never want to find out. I’ve lived here for most of my life, so hearing this was nothing new. What was new was the fact that they were relatively so close that I shuddered harshly each time one was heard. And no, it was not only girl screams. Male slaves were rather popular down here. Men equal hard labor. Women equal sexual satisfaction. Who says demon worlds were so different from the human world, huh?

The curses on the other hand were something entirely fresh to me. I’ve lived with rather respectful demons for as long as I can remember. In here, it’s like they don’t give two s***s if someone is near their ears or not. I can’t say really who the curses are aimed towards, but my main guess is someone who royally screwed up.

Ah, the shadows… Creepy. Every seemingly innocent childs favorite paranormal activity to see. Shadows were ominous, creepy and effective. When I see a shadow I quickly revert back to as much light as I can. When I think of shadows, Level A creeps into my mind and I can feel the whimper leave my lips in pity. Why have shadows in the demon realm? What was the purpose of it; to scare someone who already endeared monstrous creatures roaming every part of the universe?

Shadows were raw and empty. A bitter feeling you can’t really distinguish unless you’ve felt their grasp on you before.

I haven’t seen Ac’ail for what seemed like weeks. Again, I’m not complaining. The thought of him being scarier than the beautiful frightening self of him already almost brought me to my knees a couple of times.

I’m bored. I’m sleepy. I’m restless. I’m so full of energy that I want to hop out this window and try to fly. Illogical, I know, but then again it seemed like a really good idea seeming that the impossible happened all around us. Why couldn’t I fly? I lay back in my bed and closed my eyes, dreaming of a world I didn’t know really existed.

 

There was a hard, impatient knock at my door. Was that a headache? No, no… that was definitely a door. Maybe the person will go away. Maybe I’m dreaming this and the door is some prince who will come rescue me away from all the craziness surrounding me.

I coughed when I laughed, my saliva trapping in my throat. Tittering to myself at such a cliché thought, I couldn’t help but smile just a bit. Then the knocking came again, and I groaned loudly to show whoever was at the door was ruining my dream about freedom. Dreams were the only escape here.

“Open the door, Vincelia, or I will break it down.”

Oh, yay. Prince Ac’ail. “Coming, sir,” I said with false modesty. I opened the door and moved out the way to let him in. When he didn’t enter, I looked up slowly to his eyes and felt my breath get caught in my throat. Was he this beautiful the first time? Is it the light? Why did demons have to have such intoxicating eyes? Okay, not just eyes. Lips, noses, eyebrow arches. Who freaking made up the laws that they could be beautiful in the most dangerous ways? Who gave them permission, even when they trapped souls down here forever, to walk with such cat-like gracefulness and sweet voices?

“Your mind is as rowdy as the first day, I see. Come, we have some work for you to do,” he said softly, turning around and walking away without giving any real hints. His back was nice, too. But this time he had a shirt on. I clenched my jaw as I felt a pinch in the back of my brain when I noticed I was a bit disappointed.  Get a grip, Vinnie; he’s a freaking demon lord.

“My mind is interesting like that,” I muttered lightly.

His shoulders rose gently as he laughed, his silky voice was still as penetrating as before. “I see. So Vincelia, how do you like your room so far?” he asked. Breaking the silence?

“Good, real good. Boring-” I bit my tongue and coughed, covering the mistake, “borderline of amazing.” How lame. His head turned just slightly to me, the corner of his lips pushing up into a small smile. I shivered lightly. Don’t do this to me, please. Demon effectiveness is the last thing I want happening to my body.

“You should work on your lying,” he said seriously.

My eyebrows rose in disbelief, not seeming to really catch if the sarcasm was buried deep in his throat. “Isn’t that… uh, well, a little too much for royals?” I can’t hold back questions, sorry.

“When you’re living here, Vincelia, you pick up a few pointers. One; lying will keep you alive. In your case, it’s hiding your thoughts and inadequate outbreaks. Two; no one here likes hearing the truth. Truth and Happiness are incompatible.”

There was a hidden sadness to his voice, which -as much as I hate to say it- made me feel a bit bad for him. Actually, now that I look harder, his posture seems tad off, too. And did he have bags under eyes? Do Demons sleep?

A sharp growl and twist later, he was in my face. His lips pulled back over his teeth and a flash of a new face painted his old one quickly. But as soon as it came, it was gone. His body leaned to mine, his lips moving as he talked but I barely heard anything.

“Got it?” He growled again.

I nodded stiffly, clenching my jaw so much it hurt. I was shaking. I was having trouble breathing. The deep agonizing thumping of my heart beat so hard, I clung tightly to my shirt to try and stop it. That was so scary I about died again. A rush of shivers shielded my body and the goose bumps pricked at my skin. I saw his back retreating, but I couldn’t move. I knew I should. My brain was screaming at me with so much force it was giving me a headache. But I just couldn’t move.

That face… That was the face that causes nightmares to become reality. Striking like a cobra. He stopped and I tensed more, gulping. My teeth chattered together as he turned around on his heel and motioned for me to come. From back where I was I couldn’t hear him, but by the slump of his shoulder I could tell he sighed. Maybe a look of guilt in his eyes?

No.

With a face like that, guilt was far away from you.

He stuck out a finger and called me forward.

I’m 17. I’m Vincelia Lebrri and I’m living with what could possibly be the scariest monster I have ever met. What’s even scarier, though, is that I might feel sorry for something like him…

Author's Note

Sleepy when I finished this, so excuse any spelling/grammar mistakes. Please and ty. Reviews welcomes graciously~ :)

Reviews

[aphotic locket]

More more more! I need more! I think I just found my new form of Coke *winks* lol This is awesome.

[SparksLC]

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh stopp the madness i cant get enough of this. it's soo good!! and the prince makes you want to know more about him =). Vincela seems like she always accidentally finds her way into trouble. lmfao i really liked this though. =) good job niiko!

[DeviousSiddy]

I REALLY like that prince. He is devious x3
Her mind is much like another mind II know :D
Like the story. this will get really interesting x3