The Devil & Me

7. Asked and Answered

7 Asked and Answered

Delilah

I was still staring up at the stars when I heard quiet footsteps and noticed a shadow looming over me. There was only one other person here that I was aware of. Him. He was so close, I could hear his breathing, and he was close and tall enough to be breathing on my face. It was anything but unpleasant. I could have drooled, his scent was so intoxicating, I could not only smell it but I could taste the aroma on my tongue. My eyes had closed so I might savour the flavour.

But then I remembered I had no dear sweet clue as to who this man was. My eyes flew open to be confronted by his soft but steely azure blue ones. And I would have gladly drowned in them for an eternity. Then I felt his fingers touch my hand and I came gasping up for air.

I looked down to our hands, only momentarily stunned before I slowly moved to hold his hand in mine, staring in awe at the simply small gesture and loving the way it made me feel.

He began to lead me down another stone path still holding my hand, but in a way that would allow me to pull away from him if I wanted. I didn’t want to. We walked slowly, and I enjoyed every second of it, with his scent that I couldn’t quite figure out engulfing my senses, drawing me to him even more.

The gazebo was only ten feet in front of us when I saw that he was leading me there and we walked onto the floor boards, my tiny hand still held in his careful grasp. He led me to a bench bordering the walls of the gazebo and sat me down, letting go of my hand in the process. A part of me felt hollow after he let go and I instantly wanted him back, holding my hand, his scent surrounding me. But I stayed where I was, watching him take step after endlessly slow step to the other small entry way opposite the one we entered, turning away so his back was the only part of him I could see. The back that was torn to pieces by a wolf, not long ago. There might not be any scars or blood left but his shirt gave away the evidence that something had indeed happened.

I couldn’t help but feel responsible, because if I weren’t out there in the woods, the wolves wouldn’t have had a target, and he wouldn’t have gotten torn up protecting me. I wondered if he could still feel the pain, the claws in his back even if there was nothing left to cause him that pain.

My thoughts abruptly ended when I heard him start to speak. How long was it since I last heard his voice? Long enough. But now, it sounded different. Not as harsh or smug as he was before, more calm and quiet, but strained.

“I know you have a lot of questions; about who or what you are; about who or what I am; about what this place is; about me being in the woods and saving you,” he paused, collecting his next words carefully. “But I can’t tell you everything—at least not right now. There are some things that I can and will never tell you. Do you understand?”

I nodded in understanding, but I realized that he wasn’t going to turn around, so I said “Yes.”

He kept quiet for a minute, preparing to answer my curiosity. “I cannot tell you who I am for the time being, but instead of ‘Mr. Tall Dark and Mysterious’ please call me Luc. As for what I am… I am a demon. And you, Miss. Delilah Fay, are a faerie who just so happens to be of royal blood. Your birth mother and the woman you have called mother for eighteen years are sisters and the daughters of the current Faerie King and Queen. However, your father is not of Faerie blood.” He paused to let that all sink in. He was right to. So the story my father—Uncle James told me wasn’t a load of lies. I really was a faerie and not at all human. My mother is a faerie too and my father…

“Who is my father?” I voiced. If my mother was a faerie, and my father wasn’t, was he like James? “Is he human?”

Luc stopped speaking and didn’t move for a moment. Then he looked down—at the ground or his hands—and for the first time since entering the gazebo, slowly turned his whole body to face me. I was starting to get the feeling that maybe my father wasn’t what I was hoping he’d be.

Luc lifted his head to look me in the eye and said: “Your father is most certainly not a human…” he paused again, probably choosing his words carefully. “Your father is a demon. And he is also the reason your mother brought you to live with her sister and her family. She was protecting you from him—from everything he stood for, everything that would have caused you pain, and will bring you pain—because now that you’re eighteen, you are no longer safe. Now that you’re eighteen, he can—and will—find you. Now that you’re eighteen, you can never pretend to be a human again, because your supernatural blood has awakened.”

****** Please, before you read any further, re-read the rest of the story, because I have given TD&Me a serious makeover, and switched some things around.

The events/words are pretty much the same

BUT!!! I have tried to make the story flow better

please re-read! thanks-you :)