Betrothed to Satan's son.

Chapter 2.

January 14th, 2011 {Continued}

We sat on his king sized bed, he just set down his bowl of finished ice cream and wiped his mouth, smirking at me with delight.

I'd learned so much about him, and Satan. I never knew they could be so.... normal.

I also told him things I never dared to tell anyone else. He listened and understood, occasionally he would place his hand on my arm and give an understanding nod. It felt nice to talk about it all, and I'm sure he felt the same.

"So your mother is an angel?" I brought up Angelica again. Ironic right? It says Angel right in her name.

"Angelic Neveah." He nodded in agreement, shifting his body slightly, placing his hands behind his head.

"Hm." I nodded, wetting my lips slowly as I thought of what she might of looked like. I placed my hands in my lap and let my eyes rove over him. "What'd she look like..." I opened my mouth, my voice a mere whisper.

His forehead creased before he looked behind him, grabbing a frame and placing it on the bed in front of us. 

In the frame stood a tall, blond women. She was covered in nothing but a small silk cloth that covered her hips and chest. Two giant silver, diamond crusted wings were unbundled from her back, cascading around her. Her eyes were partly open, and from what you could see her eyes were the brightest blue, with a hint of purple. A smirk was painted on her face and her hair fell in long, heavy blond ringlets around her.

My eyes lifted from the picture and searched over Vincent, detecting that he only had her nose and mouth.

"Last time you seen her..?" I questioned, tilting my head slightly as my eyebrows raised with curiosity.

"When I was five." He nodded, running his fingers over the dark colored, wooden frame.

"Do you miss her?" I blurted, resting my chin on my knee as I pulled my legs up to my chest, hugging them.

He got quiet for a few minutes, his eyes searching around the room before resting on me. They softened, and he grabbed the picture from the bed and placed it back on his nightstand.

"I do." He breathed, shrugging softly as he looked back to me. "Don't you miss your mother?" He asked, a pinch of annoyance in his voice, as if he didn't want me to miss them at all.

"Rose? She wasn't much of a mother." I admitted, shrugging slightly. "Although I admit she had times where she tried. But, I pushed her away." I whispered, my chest feeling heavy. "I wonder how they are..." I breathed, my eyelids falling slightly, as I let out a soft yawn.

"...Wanna see?" He asked, his voice snapping me out of my tired daze. I lifted my head and cocked it, letting my legs go as I placed my hands behind myself.

"What do you mean?" I asked as I pulled my brows together.

"I mean. Wanna check it out? See how they are?" He asked, a small smirk resting on his charming face.

"Well, yeah.." I gasped softly, pushing my dark curls behind my ear. "How though?" I asked, as he slowly locked his hand around mine, pulling me off the bed. "Be careful." I muttered as I struggled to walk normally behind him, my eyes looking around the house I was already so familiar with.

"You'll see." He pointed out as he took a sharp right, and then stopped at the end of the hallway.

I gave him a confused glance as he pressed two finger tips against the wall, and I stared in amazement as he slowly started to melt into the wall. Within two minutes half his body was through the wall, and his eyes were closed in calm manner. I, on the other hand, was freaking out internally.