Alexander wakes up, and he realizes he is in his own room on his bed. He lifts his head to look around, but a pain shoots through his head, and he is forced to lay his head back down. The last thing he remembers was sitting in his office crying against the door. The pain in his head suggests that something else happened, but he can't remember.
"Hello sir. How's your head today?" Ryan says sweetly from the doorway. "You hit your head pretty hard when you flung yourself across that room. Or was that even you?"
Alexander suddenly remembers everything. His demon senses had taken over him, and had caused him to become ravenous. He had attacked Lyla, and the scariest part was he couldn't remember everything he did exactly. Tears start to form in the corners of his eyes, and he covers his face with his hands.
Between sobs, Alexander talks to Ryan, "How's Lyla doing? Is she mad?" Before Ryan can answer, Alexander is across the room with his hands on Ryan's shoulders, "What exactly did I do to her?"
The look on Ryan's face is a mix between fear and sadness. "Lyla's fine. She has a cut on her face, and some bruises scattered on her body, but other than that no real physical damage." He pauses and thinks over whether he should tell the master the rest or not, and he decides its for the best to tell him. "Mainly she has mental damage. You scared her pretty bad, my lord. She wasn't able to sleep last night it was that bad. She has always looked up to you, and I guess seeing you in blood lust like that, was a bit too much."
The demon looks at Ryan quizically, "How do I make things with her right?" His eyes show just how much he is hurting. "I never meant for her to know. I didn't want her to know I was a monster. She will never see me the same again."
"You must talk to her about that yourself, lord. For it is not my place, nor my responsibility to straighten up your relationship with her." An anger flashes in Ryan's eyes, "You brought this on yourself when you chose to raise her. Now whatever human part is left in you must work things out with her, because I refuse to stand by and watch as she is tortured just by looking at you."
Alexander is surprised by Ryan's words, so straight forward and angry. He has never seen Ryan so worked up about one thing. "I promise to talk to her. You won't have to see her tortured by me, for if I cause her pain again, I will make sure she never feels pain on my behalf again." He is saddened by this thought, but if she is going to live in fear, he will take her soul so she won't have to fear anymore.
The butler smiles, "Very well sir. Oh and don't forget, next week is the monthly ball that you always hold. I have been preparing the invitations all morning, they will be perfect."
"Cancel the ball. I don't have time to worry about that now." Alexander says harshly, but he doesn't care about anyone but Lyla right now.
"But sir! The ball each month is what Lyla always looks forward too. She doesn't get too much human interaction, and she does so adore dancing. Please don't cancel. This could help you comfort Lyla, and let her know she isn't in danger. And that you really do care about her." Ryan is really worrying, because the ball invitations were picked up just thirty minutes ago to be delivered. He was keeping this knowledge from his master so as not to worry him.
The meloncholic lord frowns, "Fine. Continue the preparations for the ball, but I swear if I receive any grief this month from guests, I will be convicted as a murderer." Alexander turns away from the butler, and walks over to his wardrobe. As he looks through the clothes, he settles into a sweater, and dress pants. He has no reason to dress up being as he is merely going to continue being a recluse today.
Ryan places a cup of tea on the bed-side table, and he bows and leaves the room.
Alexander stands next to the window staring out it towards the garden. It is storming, and rain falls quickly. "What a gloomy day. I guess it fits the mansions mood perfectly." He looks down at his watch, "Oh that late already?" He walks over and grabs his tea, and returns back to the window, this time sitting in his chair.
As he takes a sip of his tea, a tear rolls down his face. "I've always hated the rain." He wipes the tear away from his face, but as he does, he drops the tea cup on the floor and it shatters. "Is that what a soul looks like as it falls apart?" He tilts his head, "I've never put too much thought into the souls I take."
He stands and looks at himself in the mirror. A frown covers his face, "I've become soft because of this girl, Lyla. I used to be a strong and powerful demon. I've only lived about a hundred years so far, so I'm still fairly young, but I used to be feared. Now the name Alexander LaHash is hardly known for violence." He smiles a little, "How I long for the old days...A soul stealer was I?" He laughs, and it is a demonic laugh that builds up from inside of him.
The lord exposes his fangs with a smile, and they seem to grow with a hunger. "I am still a killing machine. Just a little bit longer, and my plan will be complete. I'm just sad to say that it's taken this long, but I'm sure he will notice her before too much longer." He moves his hand up to his lips and bites down, allowing blood to flow from his finger. He licks the blood from his finger with a smile. "Not too much longer, and I will have your blood, demon of the deep. For you have lived a thousand years too long."
He turns towards the door and walks out into the hall, "Now it's time for me to go and tell Lyla what I really am. I will tell her the story, and answer her questions." The smile on his face doesn't fade, of course I won't tell her the real reason why I haven't killed her, he thinks to himself with a ferocious grin.
His mind continues to run away, it's time to tell the truth. Not to her but to myself. I didn't really take pity on her, I let her live for my own selfish benefit. For I know as soon as he realizes I have her, and that she is my human weakness, he will come for her. I will be waiting, and he will take his last breaths when he shows his face. He continues down the hallway until he reaches Lyla's room. He smiles demonically and knocks on the door...
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The Truth in Your Lies
RomanceLyla has grown up living a somewhat normal life, and she has grown quite fond of her life in the small town of Hale. Since she was just a baby she has lived with the kind and loving Alexander, and has accepted him as her father. Her real parents d...
