Her Demon Eyes

Welcome Home, Ariana

Chapter Eight

*Noe PoV*

I held her in my arms, sniffing her hair and running my hands over her body to make sure that she was real.

"Oh, Christ," I muttered and pulled back from the hug but kissed her instead. She gasped slightly and I took that chance to roll by tongue over hers, I moaned low in my throat. Jesus, I had missed her,

"Ariana," I breathed, taking in as much oxygen as I could. She pulled back from me completely, holding my hands but looking around. She had a quizzical look on her face,

"I've somehow managed to lose my cousins." I blinked confused at what she said. She began to explain everything to me. How she was stuck down her but her cousin, Andrew, brought me down here to say goodbye. It hurt knowing that this could be goodbye. I cupped her cheek, stroking her beautiful cheekbones with my thumb. Her face was soft. Her hair was slightly unruly, I lifted my hand from her cheek and began to rub her hair. She closed her eyes, leaning forwards toward my hand, clearly enjoying the attention.

"I don't want to say goodbye," I whispered to her,

"Me neither," she said, smiling sadly, "but I promised Andrew. We'll figure something out Noe. I know we will." I leaned down and kissed her sweetly, holding her against me, I felt her tears fall against my shoulder. Pain cut threw me as I stroked her hair gently, savouring my last moments with her.

"Ariana," a gentle voice broke through the silence. It was a man with dark, nearly black hair and a lithe figure, "Sorry but my dad is making his way over here. He wants to talk Hell. Noe has to leave,"

"Andrew, thank you. Really," I released Ariana and nodded towards Andrew before he clicked his fingers and I vanished.

*Ariana PoV*

"Who exactly is your dad? Which brother?" I asked Andrew as he walked me towards the place where I had met him earlier.

"Um, he's the oldest brother, his name is Xavier. I don't think you'd like him, he's pretty anti-illegitimates." Andrew finished awkwardly. No one said anything for a minute, and the silence was beginning to suffocate me.

"Say, why do you and Elizabeth have like, normal eyes?" I asked, he looked amused, as if what I had just asked was common knowledge.

"Every demon should be able to conceal his or her eyes, no matter how powerful they are." He had a lopsided smile, the right side of his mouth turned upward much more than the left.

"And you're not half a snarky as you were earlier." He laughed slightly, it was deep and happy but very quiet.

"You were fresh meat. I was hardly going to welcome you with open arms." I smirked, these people really were demons. There was silence again, but it was comfortable this time.

"What about your mom?" I asked, he looked down for a second. The look on his face told me he was deciding his words very carefully. I was worried for a moment, hoping I hadn't asked something uncomfortable for him to answer.

"She..." He paused and bit his lip, "she and my father were seriously in love. Well, that's what I'm told. They were married for a few months before my mother fell pregnant. Xavier's son, obviously," he said, looking at me before continuing, "but after I was born, things started to go sideways. They argued a lot and spent most night in different rooms, on different ends of our house. Eventually, she left. She said it was because she didn't like that from birth, my life, my every move was planned out for me. I agree with her sometimes but, I don't know. I suppose it was why I was born. To rule Proluvies. He looked up and I just started at him.