Dancing With The Devil

The Death Of Me

I stood in my room, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I smiled shortly, admiring the pleasant view in front of me. My golden brown curls cascaded down my shoulders, leaving a perfect view of my face.

My dad owned a few houses here, and I was staying in this house until I went back to my kingdom.

I made my way downstairs, and headed out the door after locking it, only to be greeted by a voice I know all too well.

"Seriously Alex?" I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, and rolled my eyes at him.

"Bad morning?" He asked mischievously, staring at me with a smirk on his face.

I rolled my eyes, "something like that."

He clapped his hands together, "Alright, so where are we going for our first date?"

My head dropped down, and I sighed internally. "In your dreams, idiot. Now follow me."

"And why would I do that?" He smirked.

"Because someone wants to see you," I smiled politely, tilting my head.

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"I'm back!" I smiled softly as I leaned in to give my dad a hug, "missed me?"

"I gotta admit, I missed you princess," he smiled and continued pinching my cheek.

"You can stop pinching me now," I sighed, taking hold of his hand as I tried to get it off my face. "Dad, it's fine really, you can stop pinching me."

He laughed, and took a seat on the couch next to him. "Okay, so.. did you find Alex?" he asked curiously, his eyes glazed with worry and fear.

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't," I nodded, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Did you talk to him?" He asked solemnly.

"You seem worried about that," I thought, "is there something wrong?"

He shook his head repeatedly, "No, no. Not a problem."

He gulped.

I knew he was trying to lie, but he can't lie to me, it's impossible.

I looked into my dad's nervous eyes, eyeing him suspiciously.

He sighed.

"Did you happen to notice anything.. unusual about him?" he asked, shifting his gaze onto the floor below him.

I smiled, but it came out forced.

"Not much," I shrugged. "Honestly, I think I've met him before, and he seems like a nice guy."

He rolled his eyes. "Honey, you're talking about an angel of darkness here."

"First of all," I replied angrily. "You know I don't believe in that stuff. And second, why did you send me to look for him?" I breathed out, sighing, "I mean why me?"

An uncomfortable silence took over the room, as we stood there staring at each other nervously.

"Dad," I repeated, raising my voice slightly. "Why did you send me to look for-"