Demon's Angel ~ A Contestshipping Story

Chapter 6

Drew still hated getting up before the sunset—but he had to get up this one. Starving the Angel seemed like a bad idea since when Angels are at the verge of death in Hell, they can be a major danger to all Demons around them. He shuddered, even as powerful as Demon as he is, After seeing what a weak Angel could do to any Demon, he knew had would have to keep a close eye on this girl.

He paused in front of the Angel's door. "Stupid Demon. I'm not a night monster like him!" She grumbled. He smirked. Yup, she didn't like him—and that's just how he wanted it. Drew always liked the living souls of his household to detest him—it made teasing/torturing them so much more fun when it increased their hatred towards him.

"You're up early," Timble said as Drew walked down the steps. "I thought you'd milk this a little longer."

"Timble, a weak Angel is a danger to Demons," Drew shot him a 'you-know-why-I-can't-milk-this' look. "That and I would prefer to keep the fact I have an Angel under wraps."

"You don't you want Misty to know?" Timble twirled his pinky finger in his hand.

"I do not trust that Demoness as far as I could throw her," Drew growled.

"Is it because she's more powerful than you?" Timble asked, smirking.

"Lay off it, Timble," Drew snarled at the zombie.

"It is! Ha-ha, that's shallow. Very, very, ver—" with that, Drew's hand snapped out, the Timble's served head rolled onto the floor. "—y shallow." He blinked and looked around. "Damn it! It'll take all night for my body to find me! Thanks a lot!"

"Next time listen to me when I tell you to stop," He smirked contently, walking off.

"If the Angel tries to runaway, I want you to know, I WON'T BE STOP HER!" Timble's head yelled as Drew walked out. "…Over here, you dolt! No that's a lamp!" Drew chortled, shaking his head.

May was awoken from the little bit of sleep she was able to get by the sound of laughing. May got up and walked out of her room to find the three youngest zombies doubling over at the banister. "Why are you guys laughing at?" May asked.

"Huh, oh, good morning Angel Lady. We're laughing at Timble. He's lost his head!" Yippee laughed, pointing. May peered at the ground floor to see Timble's body running around. His head yelling at him from the other side of the room.

"Two steps left! No not the tab—" Then the body hit the table. "Grr! Stop laughing!" He glanced up. "Oh, May! Please, those morons aren't going to help me! And I could use it before I—" CRASH. "Just help me." May darted down the stairs.

"Um, what am I suppose to do?" She asked.

"Lead my body over here," Timble told her. Hesitantly, May reached over and grabbed his arm. Pulling the animated corpse towards its head, she was trying to hold down her nonexistent dinner.

"Here," She pushed his body towards its head.

"Thank you," May shuddered as Timble reattached his head. "Much better."

"What…happened," May asked.

"Oh…nothing you need to know about," Timble said. "Also, if you're going to runoff, do it now. The Master's gone and I'm pissed at him, so I won't stop you." He told her this walking away.

"Huh? Where'd he go?" Moe asked, running to the older zombie.

"Out."

"Out where?"

"Just out."

"But where just out!"

"Nowhere," Timble and Moe's argument painfully reminded May of the teasing fights she'd get into with her little brother, Max. She missed him so much…

"Where is NOWHERE!" Moe cried.

"Everywhere," Before Moe burst—which May wasn't so sure it couldn't happen, given where she was—May asked, "Where is he?"

"…out," Timble smirked. She rolled her eyes, she was not going to start it. Sighing, she turned away, allowing the three zombies to torment the older one. After wandering around a bit, she found her self in the kitchen. May quickly wished she hadn't come, her stomach growling. She sighed. Turning, something small and glinting caught her eye and an idea started to turn in her mind.

"I shouldn't do it…but I have to."