The Devil's Love ~aarmau fanfic~

~The Encounter~

This storyline will not be the exact same as the real one, but will be similar. There may or may not be differences in how it ends...KEEP READING!

Aphmau's POV

*Play Song*

~a few months earlier~

I was pulled out of a most-wanted sleep by a force to my stomach.

My eyelids open slowly.

A smile grows on my face.

Levin was sitting on me, slapping me with his fists.

I admire him for bit.

We stare into each others eyes.

We end up in sorta of a staring contest.

Whadda ya know? 

He won.

I get up, picking up Levin and descending downstairs, finding Zoey cooking in the kitchen.

I place Levin on the wooden highchair that Garroth crafted.

Why did Garroth make it you may ask.

Well long story short, I needed a high chair for Levin and Garroth and Laurence overheard me talking to Zoey, so they kinda got into a contest.

Zoey noticed my presence, turning her head momentarily to me, smiling.

"Morning" She says, continuing to cook something that made my mouth water.

"Good morning" I respond, taking a seat at the dining table.

"You guys going out soon?" Zoey asks, turning from the kitchen counter with a plate of breakfast.

"Yep, you sure you are okay taking care of Levin when I'm out?" I ask.

"What?! You know I wuv Levin's wittle chweeks" She says in a weird accent.

I laugh, knowing I didn't need to worry.

All I gotta worry about is this castle seen off the werewolves's camp.

I hear the door burst open, Garroth coming in panicky.

"Sorry M'lady, but there is news of the castle" Garroth says, taking long deep breaths.

"What is it Garroth?" I ask, standing up, pushing my chair back with my legs.

"The castle...its moving.."

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I saddle my horse, giving her a shiny apple before swinging my small short body on her back.

Garroth walks over to me, his horse's rein in his hand.

"You sure you want us to meet you there M'lady?" Garroth questions, concern on his face.

I grip my reins, slowly galloping off while shouting.

"I told you to call me Aphmau, Garroth"

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A snowstorm arises.

The frigid flakes skim my face, sending chills through my body.

I pull my purple cloak tighter to my body, trying to preserve heat. 

C'mon Aphmau, you can do it.

The flakes start coming faster and harder.

It becomes hard to see anything farther than a meter in front of me.

My horse starts to slow down, her knees wobbling.

She's cold too.

"Okay...lets...find...a...cave..or something.." I say to her, between breaths.

I couldn't speak because of the cold.

The snow was starting to outline my face, blocking my vision.

I take my hand, wiping my eyelids.

Though what I see makes me want to cover my eyes back up.

It was the wrong werewolf tribe.

I must have gotten lost in the storm.

The horse continues to slow, coming to halt.

I swing off her, as silently as I could.

The moment I did, she slumped down.

The werewolves notice her fall, also noticing me.

"No.." I whisper out, my lips becoming a light shade of blue.

My hair was coated with snow, my cheeks had no color.

The werewolves come over, circling around my horse and I.

I stumble to the ground, griping my cloak with one hand.

I couldn't feel the other.

"Please..no.." I plead.

I wasn't ready to die.

They start to close in, making my cold heart pump at rapid speed.

"I love you Levin...grow big and strong and look over Phoenix Drop.." I whisper to absolutely no one.

My head was killing me, making me so dizzy I fell flat on the snow.

I begin to lose conscious when I see a figure in black, swinging a large purple sword at the werewolves.

 Oooh who could that be? Huh?

What am I kidding you all know.

Have a nice day my crystals!