Demon's Design

Chapter 32

She was lucky there weren't any demons on her way to the big double doors at the end of the hall. Opening the doors, she didn't waste any time and slipped inside and shut the door hoping no one heard her. There came a sound behind her, and Zandra turned to see a woman slip out of bed. She had brown medium length hair, brown eyes, and light skin. Nice body, Zandra couldn't help but think to herself as she admired the woman. The woman was wearing a red sheer nighty and a thong.

She snarled at Zandra, "Where's Verick?" She asked with agitation.

Zandra prepared herself for a fight, "I'm afraid he's not coming back to play."

"He can't be killed," the vampire said in disbelief.

"Locked up where he belongs," Zandra stated with confidence and pride.

The woman attacked and screamed out as she lunged forward towards Zandra. "Give him back!"

She wasn't all that strong as it was clear she was Verick's plaything and nothing more. It was easy for Zandra to dodge her attacks and send her to the ground. Zandra stood above her, "if you don't want to die you will stay there."

"He's really gone?" There was sadness and pain in the woman's eyes.

How could anyone, or thing, be attached to that monster? Zandra thought, and then answered her question. "Yes, he is."

The woman went limp and became sullen. "Then there's nothing left to live for, just kill me," she whispered as she gave up.

"You would give your life for him? There are others out there I'm sure you can find another." Zandra had been taken aback. Who would ever love that creature?

She shook her head and tears slid down her cheeks. "No, he was everything. You wouldn't understand." Her eyes locked with Zandra's, "if I can't be with him then kill me."

Zandra looked her over and couldn't help but feel pity for the woman beneath her.

"Kill me!" The woman demanded again.

Looking around Zandra saw a sword on top of one of the dressers. Walking over to it she picked it up and readied herself and as she raised the sword up there was brief hesitation. Never had she encountered a demon willing to die for another. Demons don't have emotions—or feelings. What had he done to her? Shaking her head, she made haste and finished off the demon then proceeded to burn the body. Turning away she leaned the sword up against the side of the bed and started going through the wardrobes with fervor.

There seemed to be nothing but dresses, skimpy outfits, and leather. It was clear Verick had some varied tastes, she thought with some sarcasm. She felt dirtier after going through everything. Getting frustrated she managed to find a pair of leather boots that would fit her. Shutting the wardrobe, she started going through the closest dresser. Zandra had a pleasant surprise when she found Verick's clothes with some pants inside. She hated wearing anything of his, but pants were pants. Grabbing a pair, she slid them on but was annoyed that they were a little too big. She knew going through anything else would take more time, and she was afraid of what else she might find. Zandra grabbed the sheet from the floor and ripped a strip off. Tying it like a sash she slid it through the belt loops and tied it tight to keep the pants on. Slipping the boots on she was confident that she wouldn't become naked during a fight. Grabbing the sword, she headed back into the hallway.

Out in the hall she headed towards the throne room and stopped when she heard scuffling. Slipping into the shadows she kept herself hidden as she listened to what was happening. It would be best to assess the situation before jumping in. There were a few demons arguing. One large demon had his hands going everywhere as he spoke in frustration. "No, we need to wait for Verick's orders. We shouldn't touch any of them."