Before I Fall

Chapter Sixteen

Some training this turned out to be, it seemed everyone was out to kill her! What the actual fuck?! It all began after that horrendous first day of training: being late, almost getting killed by a maniac, getting her ass handed to her on a plate and getting knocked out twice in the boxing ring by Diana who's assault was halted by a brown hair blue-eyed Spartan. Morgan could kiss him for interrupting their session. He looked as though he was vexed with the world, his face was unwavering as he requested to speak with Diana in private which she denied in a heartbeat and that seemed to make him more aggrivated. Then after those taxing sessions, Morgan was chewed out by Jesse in the most respectable manner about her tardiness and what happened in the foyer. The beaten royal had had enough for one day.

Alas, it wasn't meant to be as the owner of the bike she'd stolen in the morning had tracked down his property then demanded compensation for his troubles or risk public embarrassment, the princess being labled a 'thief'. Mignon would have her head for the disgrace it would bring and so she payed the demon more than what was asked to keep him quiet. She could afford it.

The rest of the week wasn't any different as well. They had removed the big twerking hologram of her but photos and videos from her time on Earth were still splashed up on screens all over the city with the headline 'Good girl trying to be bad'. She was becoming a mockery to her people. Morgan had never cared for the opinions of demons before so she didn't know why this stung her to the core, however she couldn't worry about that now.

Word had spread throughout The Federation about Morgan's punctuality and about the incident on the first day. Even though she showed up a half an hour early everyday after that, she was still being punished by the Masters in her Witchcraft, Dragons and Gargoyle trainings, Magic and Potions, Telekinesis and Nobility sessions. Morgan had the benefit of being taught alone by her teachers but that simply meant the focus was on her at all times to be drilled physically and theoretically for 12 hours a day for the week.

At the end, she was so drained that the only thing she wanted to do was curl up in a dark corner and rest on her day off and that's exactly what she did. She wasn't able to see Lourdes either, they only communicated through text, trying to set up another girls date but couldn't because Morgan was so busy.

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The training was harder the following week. Her fighting skills needed work but now she was able to block jabs and blows that came at her. Morgan gained the trust of her gargoyle and learning spells were like learning ancient Samarian language. Her long awaited abilities weren't manifesting yet which intrigued her teachers. As for learning history, it was interesting yet boring at the same time. Morgan knew she had a long way to go and so she would take it one step at a time.

Following another tough week, Morgan called her sister up for a night out on the town, just to have dinner then find a hole in the wall to have some drinks. Lourdes was all too happy about it so she asked Morgan to meet at her store. Lourdes owned a huge artilley store in the city where varying weapons of mass destruction could be easily bought by anyone to do with as they pleased. Morgan was impressed and a little disturbed by that thought. Lourdes also supplied The Federation with weapons for training hence her presence on Morgan's initial day.

Lourdes left the manager in charge to close up the shop and warehouse, then wheeled her sister away so they could spend some time together. They arrived at a roudy bar that had demons stumbling out, the drunkeness was through the roof and yet potations kept flowing. There was a mixture of music, laughter, crying and anger that created a raucous noise that made Morgan feel right at home. She and Lourdes sat at a table in the corner taking shots and eating fried food.

Four bottles of Tequila in and Morgan started seeing doubles. It was time to stop because her training resumed tomorrow and she wouldn't make the same mistake as she did before.

"I've missed you so much. How's the training going?" Lourdes asked putting what looked like a baby squid in her mouth.

"My body is so sore. I feel like those bastards are out to get me." she complained

"Nah, they're fine. That's how it is Morgan, you don't become the best by getting the cotton candy treatment."

"Ah, I guess you're right" Morgan replied sighing.

Just then both women saw Diana entering the loud establishment with the same gorgeous guy from before on her arm. Diana spotted them and headed to their table where she greeted Lourdes with a kiss to the cheek. Diana attempted to do the same to Morgan but she moved out of her reach which somehow surprised her.

"Have I done done something to offend you princess?" her voice was laced with concern. Morgan blasted her with an incredulous look.

"I suppose when you're beaten to a pulp every day one tends not to be so chummy the perpetrator."

"Oh pish posh Morgan! I'm only doing my job, I'm sorry if you're not tough enough to handle it." her voice got higher with her adoreable accent.

"I am tough." Morgan gritted out.

"Good. I had hoped we could be friends, outside of class that is. I mean we both had a wonderful time at the rave and I would like for you to teach me some dance moves... in private." her voice lowered seductively at the end, tempting Morgan.

"Sure." Morgan replied relaxing.

A throat cleared and the trio looked at the man who had been standing there the whole time with his grumpy aura. Diana rolled her eyes at him then turned back to the women,

"Oh, this hunk of meat here is Cassius. Allegedly, he is my mate."

"I am." Cassius said in a gruff voice. It was so deep and manly.

"Yeah right. Anyway ladies, can we join you?" Diana asked.

"Of course!" Lourdes chirped.

"Sorry but I'm gonna head home guys. I need to get some sleep, enjoy the rest of your night though." Morgan added rising from her chair as the couple sat down at the available ones.

"Aww, are you sure Morgan?" Lourdes asked pouting.

"Yeah, but you can come over for dinner tomorrow night." to which her sister her agreed. The ladies pecked each other on the lips in goodbye. This time Diana forced a hug unto Morgan to which she reluctantly returned as Cassius' eyes were glued to the food menu. The royal left the bar, stuffing her hands into her jacket pockets as she walked into cold night.

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The bell dinged as the private elevator doors opened and Morgan entered the golden box. She pressed the button for the penthouse then leaned back against the hand rail, her head resting against the cold surface and closed her eyes. The liquor had made her mind hazy but she was sure the elevator took longer to move off than it usually did, but just as the thought entered her head she felt the lift move.

That wonderful scent of the sweetest cherry filled her nose and her stomach began doing backflips. "Mmmm" Morgan moaned at the smell. She clenched her thighs together as a smile graced her lips. Suddenly her mind became alert, it was impossible, the only other time she caught that wonderful scent was when she almost died on her first day of training. Slowly, Morgan opened her eyes to see the most beautiful man staring down at her with intence eyes.

"You! You're the bastard that tried to kill me." the princess accused. Morgan remembered his bone straight long black hair that rested daintily over his shoulder. He was as silent as the grave but the tension in the elevator was screaming. There was something about him that was unearthly, deadly. It made Morgan want to rip his head off but also ride his dick into oblivion. The man had Morgan in a state of wonder and reverence and yet her bones clenched in terror.

"Who are you?" she asked trying to steady herself before the perfect specimen, not a hair on his gorgeous head was out of place. Her stance was off and she couldn't see straight but she put her fists up just incase he attacked, if anything happened he would at least leave with a black eye. However nothing ensued as the elevator came to a halt at the eleventh floor. The corner of his lip lifted as he gave her a smug look, staring down at her shamelessly. Without so much as another glance in her direction, he turned and exited the lift, his presence leaving an impure and sullied feeling she didn't like.