Hell Bound

CHAPTER 13

When Annabelle Shaw had been first introduced into the supernatural world it wasn't because of some twist of fate that ended her up as a mate of a celestial being. No. It was through her father's dealings and practice in black magic that had first given her the suspicion about the existence of supernaturals.

So, when her father finally gathered up enough courage to introduce her into his double life as a lord who owed a lot of debts to demons and payed for them by giving his services to the demon king, she hadn't been overly surprised. She had just quirked an eyebrow and asked him, blankly,"Is this suppose to freak me out? because it doesn't,"

Safe to say, her father had gotten the hint behind her dry comment and had never kept a secret from her, since. They had been in the supernatural world for over six years and hadn't once attracted the attention of any unnecessary supernaturals. At least that's what she had thought. Apparently, they hadn't made a good job of hiding their involvement with demons or maybe they simply disliked the mates of angels. They're known to have deep hatred for each other. And anything related to each other. Mates seemed to be one of them.

That's obvious, though, if the ropes bounding her to the rickety old chair was anything go by. Or the dwarf that was holding a double ax and wearing what was supposed to be a menacing scowl. Honestly, it looked rather ridiculous than threatening. She tried to struggle against her bounds but stopped when she heard footsteps coming towards her.

The building she was in, seemed like a cabin, but then again, you can never tell what kind of building you'd be in judging from its basement. That's just plain stupid. But she was definitely in the dungeon. The lack of light and windows only proved her theory further. And the footsteps seemed to be descending from somewhere further from the cell she was in.

Then they got closer. She stopped struggling. The dwarf seemed to stiffen as well. She found out why. The man who stepped out of the shadows and into the her line of vision was menacing and looked like he was missing a few marbles. Great. A megalomaniac, she thought sarcastically. Just what I needed to make my day.

She glared at the man. It wasn't very effective, since she had to look up and way up just to meet his gaze. "What do you want?" She asked.

The man looked down at her and grinned. "It's not exactly something you can give me, my dear. Though I'm very much hoping that your mate can," he said. Then he paused, as he saw a flicker of surprise and panic shot through her eyes. Then her eyes became unreadable.

"Then I'm sorry to disappoint you. You see, me and my mate aren't on the same page at the moment. You'd have to come back for whatever you're looking another time, then," she shrugged.

The man leaned forward and sneered at her, and up close she could see that the man had black hair and red eyes. A demon. And if she didn't know that he was not right in the head, she would've thought him rather handsome too.

Not as handsome as Michael. A voice purred. She growled and shut off her inner voice, annoyed. Out of all the times to gain a inner conscience, now had to be the lucky moment. Great.

"Too bad then," At his voice, her head snapped up and looked at him, confused. "What?"

The demon shrugged. "I'll just have to kill you then," he said casually, as if killing someone was a normal thing.

Of course it must be for him. He's a demon after all! she thought. Then her thoughts screeched to a halt. Wait! Did he just say he's going to kill her?!

He gaze widened and she looked at him. "You wouldn't!" she whispered menacingly.

The demon's gaze filled with blood lust. "Try me," he growled threateningly.