Hold On To Me (WillDip)

Chapter 4: A Demon's Blood

Will used a bit of magic as he did his chores, just enough to help him out in the places that were difficult, and soon the Manor was spotless and clean.

Meanwhile, Mason was annoyed with his sister, he wasn't trying to make friends with the demon; he was just helping him out till he could do things on his own. He grumbled softly as he made his way down the hallway to his room, hoping to catch up on his homework. Ford wouldn't like that he was slacking.

Will was gazing happily at the entrance to the ballroom, a smile on his face and his hands on his hips, a blue cloth in one hand and a bottle of spray and wipe in the other. The demon turned to Mason as he stopped beside him "Does it look okay?"

Mason's eyes raked over every inch of the large room, "Wow, it's spotless, Ford will be impressed"

"Nothing a bit of magic can't fix," Will replied,

Mason sighed "Don't let him hear you say that"

"Why not?" Will questioned, Mason continued down the hall "I have a feeling he wouldn't like you using magic to speed things up is all."

Will looked up as the chains around his neck and wrists glowed softly, showing his Master was nearby. Ford appeared moments later to survey Will's cleaning progress. "You've done the ballroom? Well done, but you've still got the entire house to do."

Will frowned "But I did the house," he answered,

Ford looked alarmed "You have to do every room, remember?"

"Yes, all done," Will said.

Ford growled, slamming his hand against the wall near Will's face, the demon yelped in shock "Yes it's all done, Master, And when my friends come around I expect you to address them as Master too, is that clear?" Ford flicked his hand, and he was forced to the ground, his right arm bending painfully behind him. "Is that clear, demon?" he snarled,

"Yes, Master" Will said, wincing in pain. Ford kneeled down and grabbed his blue hair, bringing him in closer, the roots tugged painfully as those six fingers curled into the locks. Will yelped in pain, and Ford smirked as tears swam in front of his eyes, "Pathetic"

Ford let him go and pulled out a syringe from his pocket, yanking Will to his feet and pushing him up against the wall "Hold still I need some of your blood" the man explained, his voice back to his emotionless self.

Will whimpered softly, wincing as the needle went into his arm, Ford wasn't being gentle as all and the needle dug into his flesh painfully, most likely damaging the vein itself. He watched as Blue liquid poured into the glass chamber while Ford smiled "Blue? Interesting" the man mumbled, Will was also a little intrigued by this, but didn't show it.

Mason watched from the doorway of his room, eye twitching as Ford let Will go, and disappeared off to his lab. The demon sniffled and stood up, wiping the blood from his arm and walking away shakily to put away the cleaning supplies.

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That evening, Mason watched Will make dinner, standing in the kitchen and passing him things if needed, "So what did Ford want this morning?" the nineteen-year-old asked,

"He was taking a blood sample."

"Why?"

"I'm guessing because I'm a demon, my blood would have magical properties."

"And?"

"My blood is blue now, at least this form is"

"How?"

"Well, blood usually has copper and iron in it, which is why it's red, right? Mine was blue, because I was a being of pure energy, in order for myself to have a physical form I would need to liquefy, bond with the human form."