Never Tell

Chapter Two

Chapter Two: Waiting In The shadows

Some is bound to notice her by now.  

The promise is there, someone just has to notice and pounce on it. They'll become infinitely strong, if they even taste her aura. But she won't live to see it; her promise is too strong, they'll strip her of everything. I can't let them steal her from her- I lost her once, I won't do it again.  

I promised.

"Someone is tailing us," Emily said in my ear and my eyes darted to the alley behind us where I saw a small pair of big red eyes looking back at me. I raised a brow and the eyes blinked, the demon realizing I had seen it. It stepped out of the shadows, and I nearly laughed. 

It was a small boy with chalk-white skin and a shock of brown hair, with bright red eyes. His demon insignia written over his eyelids and limbs, telling the world- or at least those who could see him and knew he existed- that though he looked weak and childish, he had a lot of years under his belt and could hold his own. 

"You can see me?" he asked, pushing his hair from his eyes, frowning. He walked in a small circle around me, sniffing and grabbing various things on me.  

Emily's form wavered as she tried to remain still. He was older and very much stronger than her and his presence was making her younger demonic body, called a fawn, fight the inner-most instinctual urge to flee so she wouldn't be killed on pretense of invading territory or something she hadn't meant to. 

Demon politics, what are you gonna do? 

"You smell nice, does this fawn claim ownership of your soul?" he asked, taking one of my hands and kissing my fingertips with warm soft lips. His torn white blouse and tattered khaki shorts and worn black boots looked like the 16oos to me but I could be wrong. I hope I'm wrong, if I'm right, he's over 500 years old and way able to kick Emma's ass and kill me. 

God, please don't let me be right. 

I blinked, and I am going to be the one to say it for everyone. Does hearing a child say something so adult-like or mature, even serious sound weird to you? It does to me. I blinked at him again and he frowned, gripping my wrist in an iron-clad grip as his dark pupils began to eat away at his red eye color.  

My heart started racing and I knew that was a mistake when I looked to Emily and saw that though her eyes were doing the same, her form was now going in and out of existence as the child-form demon grew angrier at my ignorance of him. 

"Answer me, mortal! I do not wish to waste time with your insolence! I know damned well you can see me as clear as early dawn! You proved it when you turned my way!" His threat sent shivers up my spine as a feeling of dread tightened my gut and a sudden pain spasm made me fall to my knees, gasping as I held my stomach. 

I was now on eye level with the little devil and he was grinning and he revealed the white ring I had had on my finger and I scowled at him as I wheezed in pain. He tsk-tsked me as he put a booted foot on my throat, further disconnecting my air and starving my lungs as pain came in greater and more powerful waves into my body. 

"Now will you answer me, mortal?" he asked in a sweet and innocent child voice and I scoffed at the irony. I was getting my ass kicked by a little kid, who had probably died before he even went to the bathroom alone. "Yeah...fuck you." I moaned and with a loud seize of air through his teeth, he kicked me in my gut, and I spat up red blood. 

"You are an insolent mortal!" He cried as an ugly black haze waved in his palm, "How dare you!" I smirked, I dare to defy you Count Midget, I thought. I braced for another hit but suddenly the pain stopped and I saw the demonic child lying in thrown garbage, his lip swollen and bleeding as he softly cried to himself.