Her Demon Eyes

Time for a Rebellion

~*Important note, please read*~

First things first, I'm so sorry that it's been forever. I know what it's like when a creator doesn't update for months, and I'm really disappointed that I've become that creator. However, my summer holidays begin on Wednesday (17th) so expect an update that weekend, or early the following week. You have to understand that writing this story is actually quite a challenge for me because I had so many plans for it, but I haven't executed them properly since the beginning, which makes going on difficult. What I think I might do is finish this book, and then edit the crap out of it before posting the next one, so please bare with me. Thanks, as always.

Chapter Twelve

*Ariana PoV*

Dinner that night was difficult, I was trying to cope with the inordinate amount of bad news I had gotten that day. I missed Noe, I missed his apartment and his stupid jokes. I missed the sun and I missed sleeping on grass and waking up to the smell of daytime and nature. I wanted things to go back to the way they were only a matter of weeks ago.

The table was set with multiple dishes which, to be honest, looked sort of freaky. Some were probably fish, others meat, and some were weird vegetable and pasta dishes. A servant whose name I didn't even know, put a plate in front of me with spoonfuls from each dish on it. He also poured out a glass of thick red liquid- my first reaction was 'that better not be blood'. It wasn't, just a thick, fruity juice that made me feel warm and cosy. The food wasn't awful either, except the fish dishes, they made my stomach crawl inside itself and die. The pasta dishes were garlic-y, and oddly satisfying. I still felt ill afterwards, the thoughts of next week, and every other negative thing that had happened me swam around my head, making me dizzy.

I went to bed early, but I didn't sleep for more that an hour. I even got sick once or twice. My body ached, and I wanted nothing more than to just sleep, and not have to face another day. But that wasn't an option, so I crawled out of by bed and padded towards my shower. I scrubbed my hair and my body, trying to wash away the pain and the truth. Obviously it didn't work.

I had training that day, so I dressed in a simple pair of black fabric shorts and a white t-shirt. There was a gentle knock on the door as I tied my hair into a messy bun.

"Hello?" I called out, more of a croak really, but that wasn't my concern.

"It's Erica, breakfast is on the table. Eat before you go training." I heard her walk away, her shoes clicking off of the wooden floors.

I did as instructed and ate a small breakfast of a bowl of cereal and half a slice of toast before leaving. I didn't bother with a jacket, the cold biting at my skin brought back memories of nights alone, by river sides or on wet grass. That was who I am. Not a princess in Hell, none of that was me. But I didn't really get a choice.

I arrived at Andrew's house, but no one answered. I walked over to a window and saw someone, presumably my uncle standing, shouting at Andrew. I could just about make out what they were saying.

"You have no choice here, Andrew! You marry who I tell you to marry!" Xavier screeched.

"No! I will not. I am an adult, and you don't own me. I'll marry who I want, and I won't fuck it up like you did. The mere sight of you makes me sick. I'm leaving, I have things to do." I stepped back from the window and knocked on the door again as Andrew walked away from his father.

"Andrew..." I whispered as he opened the door, looking furious and upset.

"Leave it. Let's go, we have stuff to do." We walked in silence, the tension was high. Eventually, we just teleported to avoid another silent step. We went to Elizabeth's first and Andrew barely gave her time to get a word out before he grabbed our arms and teleported us to Isobel's. As usual, she was as bubbly as always.