『 I Won't Run Anymore』

Part 13 ~ Endurance

Click, click, click... click... click, click....

My fingers ran furiously over the keyboard of my computer, eyes scanning eagerly for the information I wished for.

Click, click...

Dammit, where is it? There has to be one! I clicked once more, reaching the last page... yes! There it was! A 28 hour flight; stop off at Los Angeles and 7 hours later another flight straight to England! I'll book this flight, then Skype my mum to let her know I'm coming home. I clicked onto to page, taking in the picture of the familiar London landmark that was depicted as an icon in the top right corner. It was a beautiful image of Big Ben at night. All the lights turned on and sparkling. Making the grand clock stand out in the ebony night. Tch, it doesn't really look like that. Holiday makers always try to make things grander than they really are. Although, that could be because I always saw the thing daily... I scrolled down the page, searching for the booking button. I didn't care how much it was. Not in the slightest... I just had to get out of this town... this country. I wanted to go home!

"Do you know how long it took me to find you? You should be sorry for just running out on us like that."

"Yeah, well I'm not."

I surprised myself at the sudden answer. I guess I had gotten used to his visits? He did come at random intervals. And he never used the door... But regardless, what I had learned... was not to ignore him; I knew it would only piss him off. I was at my old home, the one before I moved in with the two sick brothers. I never knew he would follow me here... being pretty much all of my things had been moved into the Faust Mansion. But I didn't turn to face the male that I knew was behind me. I just needed to quickly book this flight before he noticed what I was doing whilst he had his rant. In two days I would be out of here. And with his lack of knowledge in human things I can get away with this, so long as he doesn't notice the fact that I'm leaving.

"You should be."

"And as I said I'm not."

"Your stupid friend's not dead you know."

Daiki... I stopped my motion for a second, fingers lingering over the keys. My prints just grazing the warm plastic in my hesitance. Could I really leave him with these bastards now that he's become involved in it? Should I leave then will he go after these two? Or Visa versa? No, Mephisto isn't that kind of man, and Daiki is smarter than that. He knows me better than anyone other than my own parents... well actually... now that he knows I'm a... I shook my head, clicking onto the booking file with anger. There were still 18 seats left. Good.

"I told you not to ignore me."

"I'm not."

I clicked onto the seat number. F7.

"Aren't you happy he's still alive? I could have killed him you know."

"I know, but you didn't."

"For you."

"No, because of me."

"For. Don't you listen you stupid woman?"

For? I sat back in my seat, still clicking away at my details that the airport required.

"I do listen, but I was there. You were going to kill him, but because I... shouted... you had to stop."

I didn't want to use the term yelled... or worse; shriek. The thought made me shudder. A Banshee's shriek... I shook my head of the memory and continued what I was doing. Passport details.

"Your powers had little to nothing to do with why I hesitated. How self-centred can you be? As much as I wanted to kill that man for how important he was to you, I didn't because of how important he was to you."

I froze in my actions, finally deciding to face the man behind me. He beat me to the punch, gripping my head in-between his fingers, keeping my gaze fixated onto the bright screen in front of me. The tips of his claws grazed my scalp, his fingertips digging into my temple. I could see the faint pink shadowing of it in my peripheral vision.

"You were a game at first and it was fun, but now I know who and what you are... so why are you still fascinating to me?"

I felt his hot breath coat my right ear, indicating he had lent in close. My throat closed at the close proximity, fingers curling and trapping the keys under the pressure, scrolling the whole page down to the bottom.

"I was right before, and made the right action to make you my own to play with... At first it was for fun, but now it's..."

"Amaimon.... What are you talking about? Are you speaking of the other day?"

"Yeah."

With his fingers pressing farther into my temple he tipped my head back so I was facing the ceiling. The immaculate purity of the white contrast taking away my logic.

"Just become mine already. This game is fun, but I know the next game will be even better."

My mind turned blank, matching the ceiling I was staring upon. I couldn't fathom a response, nor could my body move. I wanted to... tried to... I wanted to yell at him so much! Slap him for hurting my best friend... but not a single particle of my anatomy was working to my favour. Was this my own undoing? Or the power this demon has? A small pressure made its way onto my jugular, scraping... pulling down across my artery. My eyes flicked, seeing a mess of forest hair. My eyes seemed to be the only thing I could move. Nothing else would work for me, despite my attempts.

"Alice."

My mind snapped back into reality, I jerked my body in an attempt to break free, my arms being the only things free for movement in my stupefied state. My fingers wrapped around his slender ones, my index catching onto one of his claws. It didn't hurt me... but I felt the intense pressure. Like when you pick up a knife by the blade rather than the hilt. My vocals still refused to work, so I tugged onto his fingers that I had managed to latch onto in my haste.

"Oh? So my calling you by your first name for the first time has induced some kind of reaction?"

My fingers wrapped around his own tighter... harder, trying in a futile attempt to pull off the stronger male.

"Tell me; out of curiosity. How does it sound? Alice?"

It... it sounded...

"Oi! Alice! I'm done knocking so answer the door will ya!?"

"Daiki!"