Saving The Devil

How I Met The Family

"Baby (Babyboy)" in unison our heads whipped around to meet the owner of that familiar voice.

"Papa" he replied. Arnof kissed two fingers and pressed it to the crown of his head after which Nando returned to his upright position.

"Kind (Child)" he turned to me.

"Hallo (Hello) Mr. Arnof, wie geht's? (How are you)" shock fell upon his features and I could feel Nando burning me with his gaze.

"I see you took mein Rat (my advice) little one."

"Ja, und ich (Yes, and I) plan to continue" I winked.

"No longer worried about being like 'us' people then, are you?"

"I have a feeling I don't have a choice on the matter." I smiled steadily.

Only if he knew how wrong he was!

"Well Baby, lets get things moving." and Arnof led the way. 

We all moved to a group of men and women crowded around the center table, just infront the performers, they all turned and bowed as we approached. I counted about 15 men and just as many women all who seemed to be paired together, since they too—just like Nando and I—wore matching suits. Strangely, some of the pairs had an extra woman in matching colour as well.

"Ist das nicht eine Uberraschung? (Isn't this a surprise)" chuckled, Mr. tall dark and handsome. "Das machtige Baby hat sich endlish einen Sklaven gekauft, um mit mir sein zu spielen (the mighty Babyboy has finally bought a slave to trickle his biscuit)"

"Sie wurde nicht gekauft (She was not bought)" was Nando's curt reply. 

"entfuhrt! (Kidnapped!)" the man sounded impressed.

Small talk rose up from the group as all seemed to approve of whatever was going on between the two.

"Nein!" His denial silenced the group. "Sie ist keine Sklavin (She is no slave) Ferron" Nando answered alittle heated.

Again voices rose from the crowd but this time something was different, its like they saw a ghost.

"Du meinst, du triffst dich mit einer von ihr? (You mean you're dating one of her kind?)" a woman pitched in.

Her eyebrows shot up to her forehead but that was about the only movement possible, with what seemed to be years of botox, it didn't even surprise me.

I also notice that all of them had worn the same shocked expression at whatever was said.

Damn me for not learning their stupid language sooner!

"Es ist also in Ordnung, sie zu vergewaltigen, nur nicht so wie sie? (So it's okay to rape her, just not like her)" Nando asked Ferron.

Silence followed.

"Und du Heide (and you, Heide)" his gaze switched to the queen of botox "Hast du keine schwarzen Partner? (Don't you have black lovers?)"

"For fun! Never an equal!" this was the first English I heard from the group, finally!

Please continue like this, I silently pleaded.

"Think of it like that, with his hand around your neck, your hair in his fist and his cock down yo—"

"Genug! (Enough!)" Arnoff cut him off and once again our half of the room went silent. "Das ist genug! (that is enough!) Heide verlasse...jetzt! (Heide leave...now!)"

Botox queen left without another word, then Ferron followed shortly.

Nando bragged me to the dance floor and no matter how much I tried to talk my way out of it, he just ignored me and cursed under his breath. We came to a halt, and he maneuvered so quickly I almost missed my footing.

Next thing we were hand in hand, waist to thigh, head to chest.

"I don't know this dance Nando." I protested.

"folge einfach meinem Beispel und trete nicht auf meine Zehen oder— (just follow my lead and do not step on my toes or—)"

"English please" he seem incapable of speaking English whenever he was upset. So after his attempts failed he began leaning towards me.

I had seen this move too much in the movies though.

The guy kisses the girl and shuts her up but no, no, no! Not till hell freezes over!

So quickly I leaned backed but he read my mind and his hand shot up to my neck and held it in place.

"fur deutsch aktivieren" (activate for german)

I jumped, alittle astonished ofcourse, as my ears beeped to life. Then I remembered the ear bud I received at the door.

"Bulette."

"Where" I turned around to the buffet tables but none of them had meatballs "I don't see any meatballs." Then I realized what just happen. "You didn't say meatball did you, yet still I knew what you did say meant meatball."

"Yes" and we started to move "Let me lead you. Do not. Step. On my toes!"

"Is that what you were saying before, not to step on your toes" I smiled and he nodded. "So you like balls huh?" the sound that erupted from his throat was animalistic and I had to stifle my laugh.

Catching him off-guard was pretty fun so I made a mental note to do it again.

The musicians struck up another chord and we started to move a bit faster than before. Embarrassment was etched on my face and thank God I was a dancer or I would have broken my neck about 6 times already, but ofcourse I found some beautiful set of toes to break my fall.

So I did what any good dancer would do, I stubbled some more, breaking my fall on a hefty set of feet!

"So who were those people?" I finally broke the silence.

"Those my dear" his tone went freezing again and he stared to the wall behind me, avoiding my gaze "Is the family!"

And all I thought was, what a great family!