Blood and Dust

Chapter 4

4

     “Jerome, You useless piece of s…” Jerome toned the rest of the words out as he sat there staring out an open window to the starless night. The moon sat perfectly illuminating the peaceful night.  His father, infuriated came down the long winding staircase and strode the magnificent drawing room with long red velvet curtains and a carpet to match, to where his son sat, and struck his son’s cheek, implanting a purple and blue bruise.  Jerome stood up, matching his father’s eyelevel and stared at the older man with hatred, challenging him to strike him again.  This caused the older, good looking, gentleman to smile a cruel and thin lipped smirk. 

     “I killed that slimy piece of a slut.” The young Daemon spoke roughly to the elder.  The older man’s smile grew. 

     “Really?” He asked with pride.  The man noticed his son’s eyes change from a bright red to a lime green.

     “She got on my nerves.” Jerome said simply, shrugging. He let a hand run through his long blonde hair. 

     “Well remember my one rule.” The man’s face returned to its usual scowl.

     “Seduce, Kill, And then Remove.” The daemon quoted his father favorite saying, then turned back to gaze out the window.

     “Good, maybe you won’t be a waste.” The older daemon’s eyes turned to a Light pink from its past blonde color. Out of the corner Jerome’s eye he noticed a very pretty blonde fall from the roof, outside the window, dripping blonde. “Now remember we must get rid of the good ones first. But I will allow you one of your choice every once in a while.” The elder chuckled a low laugh. Then turned to leave ruffling his auburn hair and sipping his blood red wine. Jerome got up and strolled to the kitchen and gazed at a framed picture of a stunningly beautiful woman with long blonde hair, her eyes colorless, the last picture of his mother before her death.  When a daemon’ eyes turn colorless they are to die.  As he stared at the picture a tear rolled down his cheek.  Jerome wiped it away and angrily let his fist connect with the wall above the picture, sending the picture crashing to pieces as it hit the floor.  Blood formed in tiny droplets on his fist.  A little house elf that had remained their servant for as long as Jerome could remember came running into the room, a worried look expressed on his face. 

     “Master Jerome!” The elf shouted rushing over to help the daemon. “Here let me help.” The elf grabbed to see the bloody hand but Jerome just pushed the 2 feet tall elf away. 

      “Not now Earm.” The daemon said hoarsely as he got up to get a rag.  The elf nodded than gazed at the picture on the floor beneath all of the broken glass.  “Mistress Lucy was beautiful, and kind.  Earm always liked her.” Earm said shaking his head pitifully.  “It was a shame that Master Kay killed her.” At those words Jerome grabbed the elf by the neck and pushed him against the sterling silver refrigerator.  Earm was now gasping for breath, trying to pry his way for oxygen. 

     “My father did not kill her.” Jerome hissed and spat at the elf.  He dropped Earm and finished wrapping his hand in the rag before storming out of the room.  “Clean up that mess Earm!” He shouted as he left.  The elf bent down to begin cleaning as he gasped for breath then looked back to the picture of the woman running in a valley.

     “Mistress Lucy, Earm and Master Jerome miss you.” The elf spoke solemnly before he set to work.