The Legend of Ohn

The Deathly Treasure

I woke with a throbbing pain in my head echoing through my skull, I groaned. I felt so dry and hot. We stayed the night at the rest-stop. I blinked and looked up at Angelo, my head was on his lap. He was still sound asleep, wondering if he was dreaming I read the comfortable expression on his face. Could demons dream? I took in his sharp features seeming somewhat softer in sleep, I brushed a hand on his cheek then pulled back. He's supposed to be my mate.

What was a mate? Like as in animals? Or maybe like in those fantasy stories where one person was truly meant for you. I didn't really know, but in all actuality I had known my whole life I wasn't human, or I was, but I didn't belong in the same category. I groaned remembering last night, I was so foolish...

I had remembered screaming and hitting, crying and getting confused and angry, I remembered denying it with every bone in my body. It was until he had held me against the car so I would stop hurting him and myself, I slapped him across the face and heard it ring to the heavens. He only looked at me, I felt so much shame. But he did his best to keep me calm and help me through the learning process. Plus, he had saved my life, I owed him the silence and understanding as best as I could give.

My stomach growled, I got up and went to the restroom then got a coffee and doughnut from the stand.

I went stiff when I saw two white haired people pass by, I looked at them more closely seeing they were just two older gentlemen far past their greying stages. I sighed and tried to steady my pounding heart. I really was on edge, anyone could be a monster, a demon, a vampire, a werewolf, heck, maybe even a leprechaun and I'd have never noticed before.

I felt two warm hands slide around my waist and a head nestle against my back. I gasped and jumped but he interrupted in a high exhausted voice. "Good morning, Princess. How's your head?" I blushed and smiled. Angelo.

He yawned into my lower neck, he must've been very tired, I felt him lean against me slightly for support. "Good. Coffee? Or do demons not drink coffee? Just souls?"

"Haha, very funny, no really, you should be a comedian." He lifted himself off me and walked past to the restrooms. I took a long sip of joe and turned my attention to the large wall of maps. We seemed to be in Bellingham. Since when does it take all day and night to get to Bellingham from Seattle? Had we stopped a few places while I was sleeping?

Also, was Angelo's hair longer? It seemed so, does that happen with Demons?

I looked from the corner of my eye to see the man giving out coffees look me over, averting his eyes as soon as they met mine. The man said a quiet word to his coworker, receiving a nod and scurrying off. I wondered who else really knew.

I decided to take a quick walk on the animal's allowed trail where travellers would let their dogs out on a leash to do their business. I kept my eyes on the ground watching out for every little dog bomb and found myself running into a man.

I looked up, "I'm so sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going!" He laughed.

"Its alright, I wasn't either, too many dog craps out here to not watch your feet. Isn't there a sign that says the owners are supposed to pick up after them?" I looked at a red leash leading down to a husky puppy and couldn't help my awe.

"Oh my gosh! He's so cute! Can I pet him?" I beamed, the little puppy was running around me, the man really liked to laugh. I saw a black ring on his finger and wondered if he was married, he looked to be in his thirties but from high society.

"I don't mind at all, this is Pluto." He shifted the leash to his other hand and a little bag sure to be filled with poo to his left.

I bent down and cooed to the dog petting behind his ears and he jumped up to lick my face. I wiped my cheek and smiled. "Aw, Pluto."