Lost in Time

And The Duel Begins

A/N: Slight lime ahead. Don't say I didn't warn you, enjoy!!

~Alois's POV~

Did she really say that? Does she want to duel Claude? She must be losing her sanity or something. After breakfast, Emilee goes to the garden--where the duel will take place--to enjoy the peaceful silence before the approaching chaos. I go to my office and finish up some paperwork; just as I'm about to open the door, Hannah walks up to me.

"Your Highness, I have a few concerns regarding Lady Emilee." Her small voice is barely audible, even with her standing a few feet away from me.

"I know about your hatred toward my fiancé, Hannah. Nothing you say will change my view of her. Do you understand?" I look directly at her.

She bows, "Yes, Your Highness," then she scurries away from me.

I enter my office, seeing someone sitting in my chair--someone with white hair. I sigh and close the door and lock it. As soon as I turn around, gleaming red eyes stare at me from my chair, it's only Emilee. I smile and stride over to her; I notice that her blouse is slightly unbuttoned, her cleavage exposed a bit.

"What is it, Emilee?" I smirk, leaning against my oak desk.

She stands, caressing my jawline. "Nothing, just want to spend some time with my fiancé. And don't worry about the paperwork, I finished it for you." She flashes me her perfect smile.

I grin, perching myself on the desk, watching her as she stands up, her hips swaying side to side in a seductive manner; I bite my lip while she leans in, her cleavage more visible in this angle. Her flaming red eyes gleam in the morning light, staring directly into my soul it feels.

"How could I be so lucky to have such a sexy fiancé?" I whisper, knowing she can hear me.

She giggles, "Well, your butler almost ran me over remember?"

I chuckle, "Yes, then I invited you to stay with me."

She lays her lips on mine gently, intensifying the moment, I wrap my arms around her petite waist, deepening the kiss; her fingers tangle in my blonde locks, my hands trail down to her perfect bum, squeezing it lightly, causing her to jump. Her tongue glides across my lower lip, wanting to enter my mouth, I keep my lips shut, teasing her a bit; she grinds onto my crotch, making my mouth open slightly, just enough for Emilee to slip her tongue in my wet cavern.

A knock interrupts our heated moment, I groan as Emilee giggles sweetly, her eyes shining as bright as two rubies.

"Time for the duel, my love. As you should know by now, I'm going to win." She smirks, standing straight up, her breasts bouncing beautifully.

I can't help but blush slightly at the sight, nodding and clearing my throat.

~Emilee's POV~

Hopefully, Claude won't think about using the Demon sword against me, since the sword is kind of useless against me, and it'll only backfire on him in the end. As much as I dislike that demon butler, I'm sure Alois wouldn't like it so much if I killed that yellow-eyed bastard; so, with having my fiancé's best interest in mind, I'll try not to kill Claude, if he doesn't do it to himself first.

I fix my shirt and wink at my gorgeous fiancè. "Wish me luck~," I say, swaying my hips side to side as I walk out of his study.

Knowing by the silence in the room, he's speechless; I arrive in the courtyard as Claude appearance, his glasses removed and Hannah standing by my fiancé. I glare at Hannah as I get into my fighting position. Claude just stands there with his hands at his sides--what is he planning? 

I wait for Claude to make the first move against me, he finally runs toward me and tries to grab my throat; I smirk and move to the side, raising my foot to kick his hip. He must've seen my movements because he quickly turns around and grabs my leg, throwing me to the other side of the courtyard. 

I growl, seeing Hannah smirking; I feel my fangs poke through my gums, my nails become sharp and long--I know my eyes are glowing crimson-- and rush toward Claude. My fangs bared and my blood boiling with pure rage.  I punch Claude quite a few times before backing off and quickly glancing into Hannah's mind, seeing that she's given Claude a tool to help him defeat me; I chuckle, causing Claude to stop in his tracks.

"Giving the demon butler something to kill me off, Hannah? That's not very nice." I smirk. "Not that the tool would kill me anyway, considering I'm immortal." 

I rush toward Claude with such determination and strength in my steps; I'm sure he doesn't see my attack coming, he lands on his back several yards away from where he was once standing. In the corner of my eye, I see Alois's eyes showing much interest in me and my actions. I swing my right hook toward Claude's stomach, making him topple over in agony. I can feel my head pounding. The damned demon butler doesn't stay down; I growl and lunge at him again, my claws ready for the kill, my fangs bared. He must've expected my attack because he swings his leg into a roundhouse kick and it lands on my chest. I cough up some blood and then wipe it away.

"Nice kick Claude, you actually landed one on me." I chuckled. 

He scoffed and threw a hard punch in the direction of my jaw, however, he misses entirely as I shove my hand through his shoulder, my claws covered in his blood. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Alois stand up and clap.

"That's it!" His facial expression is almost terrifying.

I pull my hand out of Claude's shoulder and pant. Hannah comes up to me with a towel, her eyes cast downward as I take the cloth and wipe the blood off my hand. Alois comes up to me and kisses my lips ever so gently. 

"That was quite entertaining," he smirked.

I can tell that he's staring at my exposed cleavage. Damn Alois, stop staring at me with those blue eyes! I internally snarl and try to pull the torn fabric together to cover my chest; however, that just makes things worst. I accidentally sneak into Alois's mind and there are more than plenty of dirty thoughts about me. 

I walk into the household without a second glance back, already now that my fiance is following me. I go up to our bedroom and quickly take off the ripped shirt, and slip on this:

I can feel the blonde male watching me from the bed, causing slight shivers down my back; I turn around and suddenly I am entranced by the lust-filled expression on Alois's fair face.  His usual bright sky blue eyes are now almost as dark and deep as the ocean, the corners of his mouth are upturned into a sly smirk. That man has no idea that he's got me under a spell--is this what my father felt with my mother? If so, I never want this to end, this blissful, warm, almost fluttery feeling; it's quite addicting really, no wonder my parents always smiled when in each other's presence. 

At this moment, I am feeling the same way my parents once did, and I couldn't be any happier than now. Just seeing Alois's figure sitting on the bed, watching me as if I'm the most beautiful masterpiece ever created, makes my heart skip several beats in one minute. His gorgeous blue eyes which I drown in every time I stare into them, his sweet laughter which is quite contagious, his silky, soft blonde hair in which I can't stop myself from playing with. The list could go on and on, however, the moment is ruined by a small knock on the door.