Her Demon Eyes

So He Plays Piano

Chapter Four

*Noe PoV*

Ariana had been staying for two weeks when a shrill scream woke me from my sleep at around 4a.m, completely throwing me off. My body bounced into action as I propelled myself onto my elbows to see who was killing who. Another shrill scream cut through the air, and it took my half asleep self a moment to realise it was coming from Ariana, who was laying beside me. My hand shot out and grabbed her shoulder, my grip tight but my voice gentle,

"Ariana, Ariana, wake up," I whispered gently, there was no reply. She whimpered in her sleep, clearly terrified of whatever was going on. "Ariana, wake up!" I said, a little more frantic this time. Suddenly, as if something possessed her, those half demon eyes of hers shot open, a very light and eerie glow omitting from them.

"Ariana," I sighed at last, once her breathing turned back to normal. But I noticed, a moment later that her breathing didn't actually seem to return to normal, if anything, it seemed to quicken again. It took me a moment to realise that now, she was covering her face to hide her tears. My body relaxed slightly, and my arms moved down to wrap around the tiny half demon beside me,

"What's up, buttercup?" I whispered gently, rocking her frail frame in my arms, "It's only me, Noe. I'll keep you safe. Tell me what's wrong?" She whimpered once more and grabbed at my bare chest, crying into her fists that were clenched against my chest. I moved my arms so that one was cradling her head and the other around her lower back, attempting to keep her close, to let her know that she was safe.

"Noe, it was him again, he's always in my dreams!" She whispered, between broken sobs. I looked down at her, instantly knowing who she was talking about. Of course I knew, I worked for him. It made me feel sick that the man doing this to her paid me, paid for the food she ate earlier and the t-shirt she was wearing. Part of me wanted to pull it off, and go buy her something else but I knew that would be pointless. She needed me.

"Who, baby? Who was it?" I asked, still cradling her against me.

"I don't know. He's a demon, he's definitely a demon." She curled up against me tighter, her body pushed right into mine. The crying had stopped, but her breathing was still broken and distressed,

"He was talking to me." She said, hoarsely, "he told me he was coming, he told he would make me powerful." My expression changed to a more pained one, I knew his plan but I couldn't tell her. I was trying to keep her safe, Ox was too really, he just wanted her dead as well.

"You'll be okay, I'm right here," I reassured her as I pulled the blankets up over her. She just closed her eyes, curled up in a ball and fell asleep with her head on my chest.

*Ariana PoV*

I woke up the next morning feeling tired as hell, I looked up at Noe, his dark, long eyelashes rested against his smooth and tanned skin. His mouth was open slightly and his breath was steady. I smiled at him and went to get unravel myself from both the bed sheets and Noe himself.

"Careful, you'll flash me that pretty black underwear again." The voice behind me laughed, "Morning, Ariana," he said, I turned to see him stretch his arms out and smile at me lazily, I laughed slightly,

"What?" He asked, "Your bed head is funny," I replied. It was true, random bits of his blood red hair shot in weird directions at the back of his head. He shook out his hair and smoothed it down before smiling at me again.

"Back to my sexy as hell self?" He asked, smirking. I rolled my eyes but grinned anyway.

I walked out of the bedroom into the well lit living room/kitchen. The front wall was made up entirely of glass which made the remaining periwinkle blue walls shine. There was a large, white fur rug that took up most of the living room floor. The kitchen was the same blue colour and all the furnishings were white, I looked across the large space before I noticed something that took my breath away. Standing proud, beside the glass was a large black grand piano with the lid open. The sun reflected it's beautiful black surface and I couldn't not play it, I sat down and played something I had learned as a child, meaning it was nothing great.