"Wake up, lazies," the angelic voice of the goddam demon named Angel rang out.
"Go away, Angel," I heard Apple whisper. My family wasn't home, so there was no problem with her spending the night.
"I am hurt. You surprise me, my dear. I thought you wanted to find those men who can tell you your past instead of hearing it from me."
"I do. By the way, I want to hear it from people who are like me, not a demon."
I heard Angel grumble in response. I finally turned and opened my eyes. Angel was dressed like a low class person. Probably because we were riding horses. Good idea to wear something more comfortable.
"Why did you have to wake us up at the crack of dawn, damned demon?" I asked.
"Like I said, it's a long ways to travel. We leave now, we can make it in a couple of days. We leave later, we get there maybe by the end of the week."
"It's that long?!" Apple screeched.
"You're the one who wanted to go."
"A couple of days with you will kill me, Angel."
He sighed, shaking his head, black hair flying all around. I slid out of bed and searched for something appropriate for riding a horse as Apple slowly slid off her bed to the floor. She lay there in a crumpled heap.
Rolling his eyes, Angel ambled over to her and picked her up. He poked her arm and she was in clothing that allowed her to sit comfortably on the horse. Damned demon. He just looked at me and smirked, like he knew something about Apple that I didn't. Well, obviously. He knows her past and even she doesn't.
I walked into the kitchen, demon carrying mortal following close behind. He sat her down in a chair by the table and stood behind her as I found something to have for breakfast. It's too early for a huge meal, so something small for me and Apple. Angel... well, I don't know if he can have human food.
Imbecile! Of course I can. Though, if you don't want to give me anything, I can always hunt for a nice soul to steal from a nearby mortal.
I will give you something you damn demon. You can't let anything be easy can you?
Easy? I do not think that's in my vocabulary. Please tell me the definition of such a word. I would really love to know.
I cannot believe you.
Whatever do you mean?
You really do not care about anyone do you?
Caring is not a part of my vocabulary either. If you could please refrain from using words I do not know, it would be splendid.
You are really difficult to deal with. I cannot believe that Apple would ever work with you.
Difficult, now that is a word I understand and love to be the definition of.
You are an interesting soul.
Soul? I am a soul? No. I am not a soul, nor do I have one for that matter, thank you very much.
Are you really going to help find those men to see if they will be helpful in regaining Apple's memories?
Yes. I am. I need my partner back and in her right mind, you know. I cannot just take a new partner.
Why not? Even though I should have known the only reason he is helping is for his own benefit, I was still curious as to what his statement meant.
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Amnesia
FantasyAmnesia can be a pain. Even more so when your amnesia can be the cause of your demise. In nineteenth century France and England, a teenage girl struggles with having amnesia while away from her home. She must venture on horseback with a French boy a...