The Devil's Son ✔

Aunt Maria

A/N: Picture of Jin in the media - the male character of my newest story: 'Salt & Sugar'. Please go read it to drool more over his delicious face, haha!

I had lived in Lucian's mansion for the past two days. He drove us to school, drove us from school, bought me microwave dinner. On the third day I was feeling like a homeless cat.

For the ninth time he shoved a microwaved dinner in front of me, 'I'm sick of eating this Lucian,' I whispered, watching the cheese macaroni, 'Why can't we go out and eat something? Order takeaway?'

'If you were going to make this much of a fuss, I wouldn't have decided to keep you here,' he growled darkly, sitting himself on the other end of the long mahogany table.

I shot him a glare before sitting back and crossing my arms, 'Fine, I'll just starve here, see how you like sucking the soul out of a corpse'.

We sat in silence, staring each other down with narrowed eyes. To my surprise, he looked away first.

'One trip to Rhode's Diner. One'

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'What can I get you?' the waitress practically moaned, pushing her cleavage under Lucian's nose. Of course, no attention was paid to little old me sitting opposite the grimy table.

'Chicken wings and one glass of water,' he replied, with surprising gentleness and the waitress giggled happily.

She looked far more snooty when she turned to me, 'And you?'

'Chicken wings and a vanilla milkshake please,' I replied mechanically, watching her note it down with an ignorant scribble that probably just looked like a mound of shiz on her paper.

When she walked away I huffed, 'She's old enough to be my mother,' I violently opened the flyer that was stuck in one of the plastic boards on my left.

'She's too young,' Lucian mumbled, nearly incoherent but I caught it and looked up.

'You're old aren't you?'

Lucian stared at me, one eyebrow lifted, 'Well, aren't you a rude little thing Elizabeth de Baptiste'.

I tried not to blush as he said my name and failed miserably, 'Oh shut up, you haven't told me your age yet'.

'I don't want to,' he replied nonchalantly and leaned back, arms crossed.

I narrowed my eyes, 'You know more about me than I know about you'.

'Of course,' he answered curtly, 'why should a prey know more about the predator?'

'Asshole,' I shot out and received a cocky smirk.

It wasn't that Lucian hadn't opened up to me these past few days. He had. Just not the way I expected him to. It was hard to explain, particularly to myself.

Sure I got to know what happened to his little romance with Eva, some serious daddy issues and maybe just found out a few pet peeves. Like how Lucian actually hated, literally hated, damp towels. But he hadn't really opened up.

Maybe I was being too greedy.

We ignored each other pointedly and in silence. I read the pamphlet that advertised more bonuses while he looked out the window.

Dusk was setting in and with all that had been happening for the past few weeks. I was glad he was on my side, for now, demon or not.

'Here you are,' the waitress exclaimed, near cheery as she dished out Lucian's order. She remained pointedly silent as she slammed the vanilla milkshake down in front of my nose.