Calinthro (G/T)

Chapter Eleven

Derrick groaned in annoyance to himself. He forgot his little teleportation affected Jenny a lot more than it did him. So now he had an unconscious human in his arms; standing in Jenny's bedroom at her grandmothers. 

Had anyone else been around they would have thought it odd.  A teenage looking boy holding a teenage girl in his arms. But all he has to do is wait a few mere minutes for her to awaken. The effects of the trip from the Underworld to Earth never last long. 

Sure enough, not even a minute after arrival Jenny's stirred in his arms. He turned his green orbs down to meet her brown ones. The look of shock on her face was adorable, almost amusing. Why she was surprised he'd never know.

He looked normal. His eyes weren't giant, his face wasn't her size and a half. He looked exactly how she wanted him to really be. Which means...

"Grandma!" Jenny pushed away from the Calinthro with all her might and flew to the bedroom door with a wide smile. "Grandmother, I'm home!" 

Jenny waited. She waited for the familiar soft voice to call her name from the kitchen. She waited to see the elderly face round the banister or corner of the hall. But it didn't come.

"Grandma?" Jenny repeated, a sinking feeling swelling in her gut. She felt a figure behind her, knowing it was Derrick. "Grandma? Derrick, where is she?" She turned, meeting those soft eyes she hates. 

"I don't know," Derrick responded, scanning the hallway they were standing in. "Go ahead and check the house, I'll be waiting in your room when you are ready to return home my pet." 

There it was. That word again. She absolutely hates it, and she'd love nothing more than to punch him in the face. However, that would result in some major issue when they returned to the Underworld. No, if they returned to the Underworld. She doesn't trust him anymore, so he shouldn't be able to just drag her back right? Maybe if she finds a place to hide she doesn't have to go back. "Oh...alright Derrick. Sure thing." She said innocently, forcing a small smile as she turned to face the demon of a man. Both figuratively and literally.

Derrick's eyebrow lifted as he stared at Jenny's face. Something suspicious was in her voice. A lie. "Very well. I'll wait in here." He repeated. Never taking his emerald eyes off of her brown ones, he watched her turn and head down the hall. Down the stairs. 

Jenny started looking downstairs. Looking for both her grandmother and a way to get out without that monster knowing. "Grandma?" She called, hoping that calling her would make him believe her lie. The kitchen had a back door. Maybe that would work? But then a chill ran through her entire being. Her feet suddenly glued to the floor, she couldn't move. 

She fought and fought against this force that prevented her from moving. Something was keeping her in place. Of course, she's frightened. This wasn't normal, and she knew she wasn't trying to scare herself. Even attempting to open her mouth to scream for help wasn't working. Her mouth would open, but everything was silent. No sound came out. 

"I bet you think you're smart, don't you?" Derrick's deep voice came from the kitchen doorway, an angry growl in his tone. "I don't remember if I ever told you, but I don't think you should lie to me Jenny."

Jenny remained silent, trying to force her entire body to move. Struggling to reach for the doorknob. She was so close to freedom. 

"You won't be able to move, struggling is useless. Come here." A smirk began to creep onto his lips as he watched her turn to face him. He could see in her eyes she was frightened. And while he still doesn't want to scare her too badly, he also couldn't let her get away that easily.

'Come here, are you nuts?' She wanted to scream. Her mouth moved with no sound, and her body moved without her permission. Her legs moving. Left to right. Closer and closer to the man holding her captive. 

"I should explain. Since you are mine, I can easily control your actions and speech. I didn't want to have to, but apparently, you think you can escape. We came to look for your grandma, that's it. So we're looking for your grandma." As Derrick turned his back to the teen, a hard surface slammed right into his face. Had he been human, his nose surely would have broken. But he could at least feel blood begin to drip down his face. 

Jenny stared at the elderly woman, gripping the saucepan in her wrinkly fingers. Never had she been happier to see her. Best of all, she could move on her own again. The spell or whatever it was Derrick used must have been bent on his focus, so when her grandma hit him he lost the focus he was holding. "Grandma!" She exclaimed, relieved, and ran into the now open arms of the woman.

"Oh, my dear. I've missed you and I've been so terribly worried." The elderly woman whispered as she pushed a gentle hand through her granddaughter's soft curls. "I knew just what happened, you'd never run away on your own. The police don't know what they're talking about. I was afraid I'd never see you again."

"I was scared too." Jenny murmured, burying her face into the fabric of the crocheted shawl draped around the old woman. But then she saw her face. She was pale, skinny, and looked quite sickly.  "Grandma..." She whispered softly, taking one of her hands in her own. 

Derrick glared at the women, his eyes flickering emerald and blood red. Back and forth. His anger bubbling in his very being. "While this is very touching and all, we should be going."